wisteria --- ( WRITING ) ! P/U: PTERO.

[dissectr]

~~ * U* ~~~ ninja

[French Vanilla]

the boy is mooning you

yay 8DD
Lorant and Lixue again. Because I'm having an odd mother complex with them. 8| I'm sorry.
And I'm not really sure what I want right now. I can't decide between fluffy moments or eye openers or fajklg;ajghejlk.
; A;
9Okay? ;u; Or too low?

Here I go, making up things that aren`t real. ; A ;
SOB IF THIS IS TOTALLY WRONG, please tell me and you too shall get a rewrite.
// just thought this sort of scene would be nice

Nothing irritates Lixue as much as being helpless. He does not like to think that he is weak, that he has to depend on others and simper and beg his way through life; in fact, he is rather self sufficient. The maze of New York's subway stations is about as clear to him as a foggy mirror when he first arrives, but now he can navigate the tricky lines as easily as he breathes. He works and studies and lives a relatively normal life pretending that his eyes do not linger on the tall, limber boy that sits in the back of his English class - for the most part, he takes care of himself.

When a hand grips his shoulder one day, on the streets, his first reaction is to scream and his second one is to stomp his foot as hard as he can on the perpetrator's black boots. This is how he meets Lorant and his carefully normal life is suddenly not quite so normal.

Lorant's arrival is filled with denial and skepticism; stories are told of a father he does not know and a home that gapes emptily in wait for him. All he knows is a violent drunk and an even more dangerous mother. He does not want to trust this stranger with words that glitter and refract off of a pair of metal piercings.

"I was made for you," he is told, but Lixue has learned to believe in no one, no matter how hypnotic the voice and kind the face.

He jerks his shoulder roughly, pulling away and pulling together. "You're crazy. I don't need anyone," he says and his fingers skim the top of his ever-present scarf, the barest flinch passing through them, and suddenly his frail hand is caught and he glares at the presumptuous boy (boy or girl? He can't tell, but that is normal for the city he lives in) for even daring to touch him. ( He is trying very, very hard not to think about the warmth of that hand, the strength of that hand, that keeps him frozen to this street corner. )

Something... something almost gentle flickers across Lorant's face, hidden in his bright eyes and his soft mouth. What Lixue does not know is that Lorant has already accessed the domestic violence claim and the hospital records; that, tracking this boy across the world, he has spoken with the doctors and the nurses who tell the same story and if he were human the way real humans are, he would be boiling with anger.

"I was made for you," Lorant repeats and then there really is something human flooding this machine, exploding across a single microchip that bears the imprint of mortality and hope. Those fingers are curling into his hand, weaving themselves through his own with startling ease and Lixue finds that he cannot throw this person away. He can see the truth of loneliness and need because that truth has existed within himself since he can remember. His neck is aching with an old pain and she - it must be a she because Lorant is too pretty to be a boy - whispers into the space where his shoulder meets his collarbone. One day Lixue will discover that Lorant is the only person he can bear seeing the scar, but that day is a long time coming.

"I will protect you."

And because he knows that Lorant needs this - that Lorant needs to have someone to care for as much as he needs to have air - he lets himself be helpless.

[French Vanilla]

the boy is mooning you

@ vanilla
* u * What brought it on? Or have you always liked DW.
btw you always have such beautiful avatars. j oj

I saw a bit of it last year, when I was in China and it was one of the few shows in English.
Recently I decided to watch the entire thing and I got hoooooked.

Awww, you are being too nice. ; A ;
You have way cuter avatars. <3333

[French Vanilla]

♥

[attack the city]

OMFG
FAN GIRLING
WILL REPLY SOON.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[French Vanilla]

// SOB
I FEEL SO NERVOUS.

[attack the city]

@mister
I guess you'll have both at different times. xDD
Wouldn't it be cool for new experiences but then you get the classes.
And that probably kills it. = u = maybe.

ffffffffff exactly. I love the teacher though. |DD loveeeeee.
/laughs at you wat >u>
It's not the math (algebra) that I'm worried about. It's my teacher that sucks that I'm worried about. She's just... she's too stupid to make fun of. I can't even do it anymore. 8I She's just that bad.

8D No problem!<3
` u` Hopefully he's like half retarded~

/still mind blown at the awesomeness of vanilla

@vanilla
ffffffffffffff that's an interesting way to watching a show. 9 u9<3
I got hooked on Degrassi after seeing it at my summer house.
Where there are so many channels.
And the porn channels are oh so conveniently in a row. 8DDD

Q AQ noway. Every time I see you you have these cute avis. /jealous
/stares at my own
/stares at yours
/STARES


AND NHHNGSKDFHGNNNNNFH.
I LOVE IT.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
SERIOUSLY
I LOVEEEEEE YOUR WRITING.
/mindblown

[leafeyon]

sgdjjdsgjdf

your writing

it is <333

*STALK THREAD HI BBY*

[French Vanilla]

Well, I plan to finish tosh`s order, so a slot should open upppp.

@ lute:
SOB NO I FEEL LIKE THE QUALITY IS GOING DOWN.
OTL ;;

@ the boy is mooning you:
ohgod I am racked with my own anxiety. ; A ;
I HOPE IT WAS ACCEPTABLE. emo

[leafeyon]

lolol stalking for that slot too *u*

OMG WAT HOW COULD YOU FEEL SUCH A THING. THERE'S SO MUCH LOOOOVE IN ALL YOUR PIECES OKAY OKAY fsmdsnf <333

[peacecrafting]

@ nilla

ooo, nice writing as always dear. |D ~

@ boy is mooning you

= w= ;; hopefully the classes are .. fun ... cause i won't be doing any math and science, kekekeke ' u '

niceeee. i have few teachers i like; only the ones that can handle my " |: " personality. 8D i get attached to them, lol?

oohhhh ... D: a stupid teacher ? Dx
oh dear, that must be horrid. stupid teachers are just .. ehhh. D:
it's hard for me to blame stupid teachers for my grades, cause there are still buttheads who get top scores and whatnot. > x >

LMAOOO, but then he wouldn't be able to stop the car in time ..

[French Vanilla]

I really do blame DW because now all my super inspired phrases or wordings end up being used for those fics instead. Can you imagine ?

// cry

[soyano]

OMG SEKI YOU GOT MINIS ;A; <3333333333333333333333333
edit- ahh i'm so happy for you ~~~ finally you get your beloved wings .


heart

[leafeyon]

Ahahaha, I know how that goes. I stopped writing fanfiction FORCEFULLY so I could save the pretty ideas for original things sobsob.

[attack the city]

@mister
then you're automatically in for more fun. * v* <33

" neutral " personality? xDD
; u ; bawwwww that's cute.

I can't respect her and it bothers me. Because I generally do respect adults and teachers.
But I can't do it.
She doesn't TEACH. She reads from the book and omfg. she takes everything out of the book.
And it doesn't help that she's the ugliest mofo ever. <-- somehow managed to make a tiny comment about her

O A O""" oh... oh dear...

@frenchy
; A ; It
It was
beautiful.
I keep re-reading it.
/goes to read again