Meet again(Will you be my brother?)Time stood silent in his shock, heart steady in a world where nothing existed but the large figure in his threshold. Shades framing white eyes slid unceremoniously from a dark nose, contrast not lost to the Heart in front of him.Meet again(Will you be my brother?) by Fruitatious
He wasn't the same, to be sure, years of images flashing just out of sight, dream of youth, and wires, and adolescence wrapped in painfully hardened will, were all shattered by this man standing in his home like a statue, polished stone against a backdrop to gaudy to be familiar to him.
Strange familiarity washed uneasily through the air, a pregnant silence complimented hushed breathes as the two men took each other in, matching height and stance. Shoulders tense and wired, both stepped forward, drawing identical blades from sheaths on back and hip.
In a blur the were gone to a more comfortable place for them both. The battlefield lay familiar and foreign, blur by memory and time. Concrete under soles felt to much like sand, dragging them down and slowing thei
A quick look at Dave Striders personal rhymesRose RoseA quick look at Dave Striders personal rhymes by Fruitatious
How do you look at me so sweetly
What do you see in that fruity martini
Is it darkness or light in you eyes
Can you will you keep me high
Lips of soft pink taste of fine wine on my tongue
And I need you here Rose the night is still young
So kiss me and laugh your snark all but faded
And its not really you but fuck it im jaded
Just look at me and see a brother a lover
I dont care so long as your mine tonight
Flower BoyAn early morning sun stretched it’s first rays across and small neighborhood, greeting children at the windows of small houses as they first crawl out of bed, warming old men playing chess in gardens and bathing everything in soft color. It washed the town in a surreal glow, a scene cut from a quaint fairy tale, and that’s what it was.Flower Boy by Fruitatious
There were few people on the street at this time of day, and the silence was a nice change of pace from the inner city only a few miles away. Dave absently wondered why they didn’t get more orders from places like this. He’d been running deliveries for his brother since he turned fourteen, most order taking him only a few blocks to an office on an anniversary, or to an apartment for birthdays, with the occasional caterer asking to meet him at some high brow restaurant on the other side of the city. Usually the distance was short enough for him to forgo any transportation, usually opting for a jog or leisurely stride. Today though
Throwing StonesMolten sparks shoot from chapped lips as long known words are finally spoken, simple words so contrary to those said a thousand times over. Drunk on power and Bourbon she stumbled closer to the man she could hurt so easily, heels on marble resonated through the silent hall as faceless men and women looked on, to real for the woman to acknowledge. Shoulders tense and wide, he seems small to her as she strode toward him, in her blood, rage and poison roared.Throwing Stones by Fruitatious
White fabric stained in brown now wet on his chest, clung and sagged on his front. Her drink emptied onto him as she sneered and barked at him, every word echoing in his head. Slowly as if his body weighed a ton he turned to leave, her form stood unmoving behind him watching him go, she didn't bother to stop him.
Outside the world was dark and brisk, he shivered and he walked to his truck beat up and ugly next to high class cars surrounding it. He wretched the door open purposefully denting the car next to his with it, and got in. Fo
Thresh knight of awkward slam poetryHe never noticed he did it, in the shower he sang and slammed poetry to the beat of the water on his skin, on his own he chatted with him self about anything, commenting on his life as a spectator. His own voice blended into the background of his day to day to the point where silence scared him. Words went with breath and silence meant that he was alone, so he spoke and found camaraderie in himself. His Lusus never complained, scarce in the hive to begin with and with its appearance Karkat was distracted anyway, so no one told him this was odd.Thresh knight of awkward slam poetry by Fruitatious
He knew it was, of course, but he always brushed it aside, he was the only one around to hear his habit so there was no problem. Those were the words that comforted him whenever the topic crossed his mind and he was content to leave it at that.
Of course there was a problem. When the game started his mind was on other things, there were people to worry about and lead, there was a goal to reach and a reward to be had, he was to busy for a securit
Striders Don't Cry The Texas sun flooded into the room and shined onto the sleeping teenager's face, slowly waking him from a deep sleep. With a grudge, he wiped his eyes and fumbled around the bedside table, hand probing for his sunglasses. As his fingers came into touch with the smooth plastic, he raised them up, unfolded the arms, and slipped them on. The sun was instantly tinted and the room became a dark shade of amber as he opened his eyes and looked through the lenses. He yawned and stretched his slender, yet masculine arms above his head, his joints popping quietly. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and eased up onto his feet. He looked over at the alarm clock, sighing at the time. It was only 8:05. Wearing only his crimson boxers and his blonde hair in a mess, the boy shuffled across the floor and held his hand out towards the glistening door handle. As his fingers came into contact with the cold metal, a shiver ran down his spine and he slowly tStriders Don't Cry by LejionPounce21
Merry Christmas Dave! Your name is Dave Strider and it's like Christmas up in here.Merry Christmas Dave! by Cornflake-Chan
'Up in here' being your living room considering it is November. You aren't sure where the decorations came from, but if you had to guess, the Lalondes would have had to bring them along. If not them, Egbert or Crocker did. Then again, you weren't sure if Jade or Jake celebrated Christmas on their island...
Either way, the living room was getting covered in tinsel and lights and it was just becoming the most disturbing and abnormal sight you have ever seen happen to your apartment.
“John! Be careful with that box!” You could hear Jane advise her clumsy ecto-brother as he waddled down the hallway with a set of boxes marked 'fragile'. John sat the box down in the living room and laughed down the hallway.
“It's fine! Sheesh!” He turns to face you and jabs a thumb at the box over his shoulder. “Hey, Dave, wanna help put these up?” You glance at the b
To Break The Dark SilenceTo Break The Dark Silence by Roxas51496
The young troll stood silently, simply staring at his new surroundings. He was worried, not about himself but about his friends that he had left behind. Had he really failed? The young troll shuddered, looking around, hoping to find someone he knew.
Someone he recognized.
But there was no one in sight. He was alone in this dark, cold place. He'd begun to wander around, hoping to find some form of solace.
"Please...someone...anyone." The young troll pleaded. "Don't leave me here alone.."
Almost ready to give up the search, as it seemed no one would ever answer his calls, he heard a faint voice call back in the distance. His eyes, darting back and forth, searching for the source of the voice. But somehow, it was different. A figure becomes visible in the distance. It seems almost too good to be true, seeing a friend again at this moment.
Maybe it is too good to be true.
As the boy continues to step forward, some of his features become recognizable. Like a pale phantom shrouded in red. Hi