One morning in October, Marik got up very early. He packed a few things into his bag, said good-bye to the cat, and left the house. The night before, his father had told John that he had found a job for him. His father didn't understand that he wanted to be a film star.
[SasuHina] "Softly she felt his warm breath in her neck. Even after years living with him, loving him and respecting him as her husband he could start these little actions and she would feel as she was flying on cloud seventh."
„Erm, Naruto, I have been thinking...“.
„Yeah, so what?“ He let his eyes wander, from the stranger sitting behind her in the shadows, back to his long-time friend and secret love.
„Well, yes, with you being a Jinchuuriki and all...“
"Heimat ist kein Ort, Heimat ist ein Gefühl."
Herbert Grönemeyer
(Home is not a place, home is a feeling)
Author's note:
Herbert Grönemeyer is one of the greatest musicians I have ever seen live on a stage.
He wanted to go home. The long forgotten and atrophied muscles screamed when he tried to move the wings more than just to open them or lay them against his back, and even that was painful.
Home for Christmas
To my Twinnie – I'm so happy to know you! Joyeux Noël!
Patrick Jane sitting in her living room and sipping tea isn't a phenomenon Teresa Lisbon has dared to hope for during the past two years.
- „So, you’re leaving…?“ More a statement than a question, her voice cuts through the silence like a butcher’s knife through silk. A simple statement, but filled with agony and the knowledge that something she dreaded was happening.
Walking home is not a particular thing, is it? But everytime you do not expect a change, the change happens... and suddenly I see the Doctor in the crowd. In the middle of Berlin, my hometown for over 28 years. How can this be?
Honour
Every week the same procedure. She works in a little sewing room from Monday to Saturday. On Sundays when she’d like to spend some time on her own she visits her parents. And this is not really a relaxing time for her as she meets another japanese guy every week.
The Brownhaired looked up to his Senpai, knowing that this was pointless he sighed: "Alright, i just want a hot chocolate. I'm not even drinking coffee because Tsunade-sama forbid me..." as he spoke he was searching his shelves for the cacao powder
It was a hot summer afternoon in Konohagakure. The streets were empty and the air was hot and humid. Kakashi has just arrived from another mission and entered the house he lived in together with Iruka.
i saw roses on the floor like life itself
i screamed, i saw the death
a hose near the park
with flowers in the garden
now they're rotten and dead
faces in the dark suddenly went white
a child screaming
now it's a man and it's crying
bright rooms
now are cold an
It was nearly spring in Masyaf and a fiery orange sun dawned in the west.
The shadows of the mountains spread wide and a cool breeze stroked Altaïr's heated skin.
“Hyung?”
Leeteuk looked up when he found a confused looking Donghae in the room.
“What's the matter?” Leeteuk showed him that he should sit down next to him and Donghae did as he was told. “You don't look good.”
“Everything's alright. I just have a question.
Title: How did I get here with you
Author: Neyne
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters. I just play with them.
He heard a clap, felt a short blaze on his cheek and his glasses being forced from his nose, sliding over the floor a few meters away from him as his face was turned to the left. He remained calm, just sighed.
