Soft-SolidDarkness

You whimpered as you walked through the graveyard, eyes playing tricks on you. You thought that you saw the stone statues moving and started running, your little legs working as fast as they could to get away. It was Halloween night and your mother had taken you out trick-or-treating. You had wandered off after you saw a puppy, chasing it into the graveyard. Now though, you were seriously regretting it. You were lost in this graveyard, and you didn’t know how to get out. You felt something tugging on your fairy wing costume, slipping out of the wings and turning around to see a stone angel, its fist clenched around your wings. You fr

Donna Noble was, by nature, strangely suspicious for someone with a track record of utter obliviousness. Maybe she couldn’t tell you the size of the universe or rattle off each planet within it, like some talkative bean poles, and maybe she couldn’t half-understand the Doctor’s ramblings and wasn’t as gung ho about history, like some h/c companions. But she could tell if a certain bean pole and a certain companion wanted to… to… dance around the maypole? God, never mind, the metaphor got away from her. Point: Donna Noble wasn’t blind, not like the lovable idiots she travelled with. At least not when

            "My ship!" You cry out, putting your hands on your head to see it basically sinking in the coast.          "It appears you're stuck until I plan to depart," He comments, coming over to the window as well.          "When will that be?" You ask warily.          "In a few days," He answers, turning away from the window.          "I.... I can't wait that long! And besides! It'll look weird if I show up with you!" You object.          "Just tell them you were escorting me from my island because I was being difficult," He replies calmly as you follow after him.          "And what do I tell them about the ship?" You quiz.  

           The others paled as you stepped in the Warlord's path. He met your (e/c) gaze with his golden orbs. "Dracule," You greet in an even tone.           "Vice Admiral ___," He responds coolly.           "I'm sure I don't need to remind you of the rules here," You comment. His eyes flash.           "Only if you wish to repeat yourself," He replies, the corner of his lip pulling upwards. You frown at him.           "Don't get cheeky Dracule, come, I'll escort you to the meeting," You reply, turning away. He falls in step with you, glancing at you as your eyes train ahead.            "You've acquired another scar I see," He comme

*Commission for Sebbi-chan I hope you like it!!*          'Oooh, that looks nice,' You muse, the golden cross necklace catches your eye instantly. 'How can I get my hands on it?' You wonder, changing your course abruptly to follow after the fancy dressed man, you didn't get a good look at him since your eyes had went straight to the cross. His walk suggests confidence, his broad shoulders told you he was strong. 'The blade on his back is nice too.... But a bit big for my tastes,' You think as he turns into a restaurant. A smile comes across your lips.          "Perfect," You breath, before going over to the bar and sitting where you could

    The blonde pinned beneath you struggled slightly at your strength. Your small cold hands were effectively immobilizing the blonde beneath you “You don’t even deserve to know my name.” you finally let go when a superior told you to let go of the boy. The boy in blue immediately got up and brushed himself off. His glare communicated that he was not afraid of you, and you just scoffed and walked away. Your blush however grew as he yelled at you               “I’m gonna beat you one day! I promise!” ‘I honestly hope you do… because my only purpose is to be a monster.’ You were taught K

             "I hate shopping," You grumble.             "We're almost done with the list,  just a little longer," Smoker assures. You let out a sigh and he frowns a bit. "You want to stop somewhere for lunch then?" He asks, rubbing his neck. You pause, lighting up and giving him a smile.            "Sounds like a date," You chuckle, nudging him. He blushes at that.            "Does it?" He muses, looking away.            "Hehe, alright, where should we eat?" You ask.            "How about the-"            "Captain!?" A familiar voice calls, making you look ahead to meet the baby blue eyes of a dark haired male.             "Nig

Dean’s eyes search warily as he watches you bound up yet another set of doorsteps. “Calm down, Dean,” Sam says with a soft sigh as he watches you knock on the door, chatting with the other children as you each await an answer. Dean sighs somewhat huffily, a lone hand running through his hair, “Calm down? How the hell am I supposed to be calm?”  the elder Winchester gruffs out under his breath, “It’s Halloween, Sammy. The day where everything always seems to go to hell—oh you can count on it.” “I know, but if you keep behaving so skittishly you’ll freak (name) out. She can a