I'm just putting random things here. Hopefully some of it's cool! Enjoy looking through my world!
- Created By ZackFan
Senses
I’ve seen him before. His gaze was cold yet warming. The look on his face was that of a person who got what he wanted. Never in my life had I seen such a man. Never had I seen someone with a gaze so piercing, it made everyone turn around and never think about coming near him again. This man. Who was he? What was he? A god? Human or perhaps something we could only think of in a dream?
That voice. It was made of silver and could probably change the direction of a rampaging ocean on the brink of flooding the world. The way a single syllable sounded coming from those lips. Lips made of bitter-sweet poison that could steal your very soul from your body. Words that sound like love, but are really persuasive melodies that lead you in harms way. I’ve heard that voice.
The smell of familiar victory is now defeat. It changes to lure you in, always altering to what you like. You think what you smelled was that of a sweet and satisfying dessert. You don’t realize it was really a poisonous gas sinking into your body and devouring your very existence. It will continue to cleanse you till you fall and never again get up. I’ve smelled this smell. His scent that will never leave.
Have you felt him? The skin that’s soft yet rough like the hard ground you hit after feeling cold steel run through your body. Has he ever touched you with those very hands? They feel comforting. They feel assuring. They feel like you’ll be safe in those hands. Like you’ll never have to fear being hurt again. Maybe the feeling is true, but always be aware of the feeling of soft, rough hands running cold steel through your body.
What did I taste? This crimson mess pouring down my face, leaking from my mouth. Such a absolute taste of death and betrayal. Or perhaps it wasn’t an end, but a beginning of an endless torture of trust and more betrayal. What did his lips taste? Was it that same flavor of blood? Was it his own? Or was it something more? What is so different between what is flowing in us? I’ve tasted this before. It’s bitter and sweet but it’s not the same coming from him.
That's My Grimmjow
She always, no matter what, said, “That’s my Grimmjow!” I could be killing something and she still say it. Makes me wonder if should would say that now. Damn, how did I end up in jail. I didn’t even do anything. Or...That'smy Grimmjow (My comments/Introduction)
All right I will make this as short as I can that way it saves me some time later. We should all know Grimmjow from Bleach! The coolest and really hot Espada in the series of Bleach. What's not to love, right? The entire story is from a dream I had a while back. I did include my own name (or at least part of it) in this story. Sooooo I hope whoever reads this enjoys it. Please excuse my story telling, it's abit lazy. Then again I think everything I write is lazy....But if it's good to anyone else than I'm happy so enjoy this short story.
A dream With Grimmjow
Okay, if you haven't guessed it yet I'll tell you. I had a starnge but pleasant dream involving me and Grimmjow. I wrote the entire thing down while I still remember. Don't know if I should put it up. I think I will. That just requires me to make time t type out everything....wait...I think I did type it ot already.........Yup, I sure did!!! That saves me time and energy. I can be so lazy at times. Anyways, now all I have to do is remember to put it up and to also buy new music for my Zune! The music I'm listening to right now is good, but it wouldn't kill me to have more. Ah it's amazing how I can still read music. I'll save that topic for another time. Until then, I'll just write a note to myself and put it o my laptop so I can see it in the morning. Well then I got to get to bed now so...Good night, hasta manana, and have a good night!
