The Crying Traveler
It was spring time, and spring time was all about new clothes and new life.
"How do I look?" Kalana asked as he twirled his new dress shirt around for his beloved to see.
"It's beautiful," Nakh smiled at the sight. "You're beautiful."
"Really? Don't you think it's too..."
"My little cherry," Nakh picks Kalana up in his arms. "Whatever you wear, it's meant for you. The clothes don't make you, you make the clothes. And I love you in whatever you're on."
Kalana gives a peck on his cheek, "I love you too."
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Love of the Damned
Thilius and Faira sat side by side on a skyscraper, looking down towards the mortals below.
"Fai?" Thilius voiced out.
"Yes, Thili?" Fai replied.
"If the Big Guy finally decides on Judgement Day, will you fight alongside Him or against Him?"
Faira was taken aback. "Why do you ask?"
"Just answer the damn question, Fai! Will you fight alongside Him or against Him?"
Faira stole a look at Thilius' eyes and knew the best answer to his insecurity question. He took his hand and whispered, "I will fight wherever you choose to fight."
That, to them, was true love.
It was spring time, and spring time was all about new clothes and new life.
"How do I look?" Kalana asked as he twirled his new dress shirt around for his beloved to see.
"It's beautiful," Nakh smiled at the sight. "You're beautiful."
"Really? Don't you think it's too..."
"My little cherry," Nakh picks Kalana up in his arms. "Whatever you wear, it's meant for you. The clothes don't make you, you make the clothes. And I love you in whatever you're on."
Kalana gives a peck on his cheek, "I love you too."
--:--
Love of the Damned
Thilius and Faira sat side by side on a skyscraper, looking down towards the mortals below.
"Fai?" Thilius voiced out.
"Yes, Thili?" Fai replied.
"If the Big Guy finally decides on Judgement Day, will you fight alongside Him or against Him?"
Faira was taken aback. "Why do you ask?"
"Just answer the damn question, Fai! Will you fight alongside Him or against Him?"
Faira stole a look at Thilius' eyes and knew the best answer to his insecurity question. He took his hand and whispered, "I will fight wherever you choose to fight."
That, to them, was true love.
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