May Angels Lead You In
Title: May Angels Lead You In
Fandom: Squadra Speciale Cobra 11
Torque: Chris Ritter / Semir Gerkhan
Prompt: 030. Death
Rating: PG
Summary: "I tried to reach out and touch, to feel again the sensation in the fingers of your skin smooth, with the slight hint of a beard. But I know I only feel the coldness of death, and I want to remember Only your warmth. "
Notes: I took the table two months ago and I still have not started anything xD But I'm a lazy girl and this is known. However, with this promise that I will be diligent uu
Warning: Slash, Character Death, Angst. Yay -.-
Disclaimer: None of the characters or places mentioned here belong to me, and I'm not using them for profit. Oh uu
Black Black everywhere, around every corner, on people's faces.
black, or gray depending on the interpretations.
gray as the clouds that cover this damn sky like the look of people who are entering slowly into the church. Gray as the world around me, without you to give that color, that note of life.
raining, and I almost expected it. How could there be the sun on a day like this?
The church is silent, the songs have been extinguished. The funeral is over for some time.
But I have asked not to be a bit ', to be alone with you, peaceful sleep in front of me, wrapped in satin dress and a too smart for you that you always went around dressed Bell'O ; better.
final rest. I repeat till you drop what you would do a good vacation, you needed to rest and sleep.
you answer me that it was not your fault if you were sleeping night, and looked at me with that crooked smile that made me short of breath.
Now you've decided to get some sleep ', eh? I did not think I would have taken much literally.
escapes me a smile, and feel the first tears wet his cheeks. I did not cry for the entire facility, I cried when I saw you dying covered in blood, and I cry now?
Semir, you are stupid.
I'm tempted to reach out and touch, to feel again the sensation in the fingers of your skin smooth, with the slight hint of a beard. But I know I only feel the coldness of death, and I just want to remember your warmth.
The heat radiated by a smile when I walked past the office, and the heat of your eyes staring at me full of something that I can not define, something that could be called devotion, but at least I tried to be careful at the meeting, and the heat of your body, when it finally I could sneak out of the house as a teenager on a first date and I practically jumped on him after he opened the door before they let me play.
I will miss all this, I will miss so much. You were my companion, my partner , in whatever happened. Plan
try to wipe my eyes, trying to compose myself.
I'd made fun of course, if I had seen it. Then you would have caught my hand in yours, and you would make your close with that vague, as if in the end not doing anything special.
But now the only thing I have left of you is the ring. I do not ever take off, as I promised.
Andrea asked me what it is. I have not responded.
did not like the answer.
is out now, waiting along with Aida. You've always adored, my child.
now asks me to Uncle Chris, ask me when you return. I tell her that you went to a distant place, and he is not sure that you will return.
Sometimes I want to tell you that I wonder that too, when you return.
Why you do, it I'm sure. You did good.
When I thought it was over, I was gone, when I was about to throw our relationship in the toilet, reappearing as if nothing had happened, retrieving it and putting it back together piece by piece.
you succeed this time too? I hope so. I hope so for me, for us.
I hope I can be happy up there in the way you wanted, you find what you were looking for.
do not ask you to watch over me, because I know that you're already doing, as in life.
And do not even ask not to annoy them with your memories, with our memories, because then I know you'll do the same. But thinking
I do not want to abandon them, and every so often you'd better bring them back in front.
Know that I loved you more than my life, and continue to do so, now and forever.
Rest in peace, Chris.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Moccasin Boot Patterns Free
Seconda Tabella che mai completerò U.U
Second table! XDD I do a little disgusting, I even completed the first uu
Anyway, here it is. At Chris and Semir Cobra 11. They are also the first (and only) to write fanfiction about these two é.è
| 001. | Start. | 002. | Intermezzo. | 003. | Finish. | 004. | interiority. | 005. | appearance. |
| 006. | hours. | 007. | Days. | 008. | Weeks. | 009. | months. | 010. | Years. |
| 011. | Red. | 012. | Orange. | 013. | Yellow. | 014. | Verde. | 015. | Blue |
| 016. | Porpora. | 017. | Brown. | 018. | Black | 019. | White. | 020. | Without colors. |
| 021. | friends. | 022. | Enemies. | 023. | Lovers. | 024. | Family. | 025. | Strangers. |
| 026. | teammates. | 027. | Parents. | 028. | Sons. | 029. | Birth. | 030. | Death. |
| 031. | Alba. | 032. | Sunset. | 033. | too. | 034. | too little. | 035. | Sixth Sense. |
| 036. | Smell. | 037. | Hearing. | 038. | Touch. | 039. | Taste. | 040. | Vista. |
| 041. | forms. | 042. | Triangle. | 043. | Diamond. | 044. | Circle. | 045. | Moon. |
| 046. | Stars. | 047. | Hearts. | 048. | Quadri. | 049. | Flowers. | 050. | Spades. |
| 051. | Water. | 052. | Fire. | 053. | Earth. | 054. | Air. | 055. | Spirit. |
| 056. | Breakfast. | 057. | Lunch. | 058. | Supper. | 059. | Food. | 060. | drinks. |
| 061. | Winter. | 062. | Spring. | 063. | Estate. | 064. | Fall. | 065. | seasons. |
| 066. | Rain. | 067. | Snow. | 068. | Lightning. | 069. | Thunder. | 070. | Storm. |
| 071. | Rotto. | 072. | Fixed. | 073. | Light. | 074. | Darkness. | 075. | Shadow. |
| 076. | Who? | 077. | What? | 078. | Where? | 079. | When? | 080. | Why? |
| 081. | How? | 082. If | . | 083. | E. | 084. | him | 085. | Lei |
| 086. | Choices. | 087. | Life. | 088. | School. | 089. | job. | 090. | House. |
| 091. | Birthday. | 092. | Christmas. | 093. | Thanksgiving. | 094. | Independence. | 095. | New Year. |
| 096. | Choice. | 097. | Choice. | 098. | Choice. | 099. | Choice. | 100. | Choice. |
Saturday, October 4, 2008
How To Play Age Of Empires 1 Without The Disc
~Tastes Like Him
Title: Tastes Like Him
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Peter / Caspian (implied more than this one dies), non-paid Susan / Caspian ( uu)
Rating: PG
Summary: "Sometimes Caspian would tell him. Would taken by Susan and talk about everything, spitting out everything and leave it there, mouth open. "
Note: We say that is a flashfic, I wanted it to continue but even so I like it. It 'more like an excuse not to go The Merry-go-round, I lacked the inspiration xD
Warnings: Slash (but should be a warning? XD), er ... boh, Susan tries to seduce Caspian. UU failure
Disclaimer: I am not my blah blah blah. Do not write a fanfiction at this time if they were.
Sometimes Caspian would tell him. Susan would like to take part and talk about everything, spitting out everything and leave it there, mouth open.
But the Prince can not do it, whenever you do find the courage. And so she continued to stare with eyes glassy, from afar, as he was afraid of getting too close. Far too many times the Caspian was surprised to look across the room, far too many times their eyes are crossed for a few seconds.
The first time the Queen looked away embarrassed, now his eyes never leave the boy, even a moment. Now he has to look away.
When suddenly a second figure gently rests a hand on the shoulder of Susan and whispers something in his ear, every sense of the Caspian are activated. After less than a second, another pair of blue eyes meet his, a flash of smile that can send shivers throughout her body.
Caspian Susan believes that she is not never noticed. Or would have done something.
Maybe it's cruel, it is said, continue to illuderla that way, feeding the hopes of adolescent love.
But what could I say? A little voice inside him tells him: "Truth."
Bad idea. It would be even worse. With a twinge of concern
remembers the day she kissed him. They were both in the garden, a walk like so many others. She was silent, too for his character, and Caspian asked her what was wrong.
In response, she had placed his hand behind his head and had their lips meet, plan and innocently.
was not able to respond as he wanted at that moment, and she looked at him with an injured eye which had not been able to respond.
There was - and still is - on his thin lips the memory of another kiss, another pair of red lips like wine the same way that the inebriate, who had allowed him to cross Susan's eyes.
He was afraid that she, at that brief meeting, he heard from his lips the strong taste of his brother.
Title: Tastes Like Him
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Peter / Caspian (implied more than this one dies), non-paid Susan / Caspian ( uu)
Rating: PG
Summary: "Sometimes Caspian would tell him. Would taken by Susan and talk about everything, spitting out everything and leave it there, mouth open. "
Note: We say that is a flashfic, I wanted it to continue but even so I like it. It 'more like an excuse not to go The Merry-go-round, I lacked the inspiration xD
Warnings: Slash (but should be a warning? XD), er ... boh, Susan tries to seduce Caspian. UU failure
Disclaimer: I am not my blah blah blah. Do not write a fanfiction at this time if they were.
Sometimes Caspian would tell him. Susan would like to take part and talk about everything, spitting out everything and leave it there, mouth open.
But the Prince can not do it, whenever you do find the courage. And so she continued to stare with eyes glassy, from afar, as he was afraid of getting too close. Far too many times the Caspian was surprised to look across the room, far too many times their eyes are crossed for a few seconds.
The first time the Queen looked away embarrassed, now his eyes never leave the boy, even a moment. Now he has to look away.
When suddenly a second figure gently rests a hand on the shoulder of Susan and whispers something in his ear, every sense of the Caspian are activated. After less than a second, another pair of blue eyes meet his, a flash of smile that can send shivers throughout her body.
Caspian Susan believes that she is not never noticed. Or would have done something.
Maybe it's cruel, it is said, continue to illuderla that way, feeding the hopes of adolescent love.
But what could I say? A little voice inside him tells him: "Truth."
Bad idea. It would be even worse. With a twinge of concern
remembers the day she kissed him. They were both in the garden, a walk like so many others. She was silent, too for his character, and Caspian asked her what was wrong.
In response, she had placed his hand behind his head and had their lips meet, plan and innocently.
was not able to respond as he wanted at that moment, and she looked at him with an injured eye which had not been able to respond.
There was - and still is - on his thin lips the memory of another kiss, another pair of red lips like wine the same way that the inebriate, who had allowed him to cross Susan's eyes.
He was afraid that she, at that brief meeting, he heard from his lips the strong taste of his brother.
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