moonshade544

   When was the last time I had felt my brain connect with the beautiful monochromatic buttons that you gave me? How long has it been since I had a good, long moment alone with you and my thoughts, bringing out everything that resides in my deepest memories and my darkest moments, all neatly filed away in the office that can be found within my head. When had I last smiled when you told me to wait for you to finish everything you needed to do so we could get to work?   I missed you and I missed our moments, whether they be when you made me so angry that I wanted to throw you out, or so happy that I could kiss you. Remember when we had to figh

            I pour another bag into the bowl, surprised that I got that much out of me. I took the smallest brush I had, dipped it into the liquid and stroked the wet substance across the canvas.            It takes forever to dry properly, and you only have one chance at it, but it looked so beautiful. I love the different shades of red you can get from the same type. From the same person.            I smile to myself as my energy depletes, slowly draining from the lack of the substance in me. But who could stop me?            Who would stop me?            Using my own blood as the paint for my masterpiece is my favorite hobby. It takes

   "How do you always wined up here after you do a mission by yourself?" Arthur asked as he made sure she was all patched up.   Belinda smiled and said, "Because with solo missions, I don't have to worry about anyone. I can play as rough as I want."   "Well, one of these days, you're going to kill yourself with that attitude."   The room went silent before she quietly said, "So long as that bastard is dead, I don't care..."   Arthur broke into attach mode as he yelled, "You don't care!? Gilbert risked his life everyday just to keep you safe and give you a peaceful future! Don't throw that away!"   "If he wanted me to have a peaceful futu

   "Gilbert?" Belinda asked timidly as she separated the flaps into Gilbert Beilschmidt's, the leader the Teutonic Knights, tent. She stepped in and looked around. The sound of the albino crying came to her ears and she continued to look around, walking deeper into the tent like a shy little kitten. "Gil? Where are you?"   "I'm nowhere." His raspy voice came from beneath a mound of blankets.   "Mister Beilschmidt, you can't hide from me. You also can't mask your emotions and come in here crying."   His head popped out right in front of her with blood shot, puffed up eyes and a rather threatening frown. Not one that yelled he wanted to hurt

   Vash rubbed his eyes as the pen was laid down next to the completed letter he had just written for the girl he let slip out of his grip.   In this letter, he apologized for everything she accused him of doing: drinking away the pain of losing his beloved sister, Erika, being so cheap that he made the love of his life pay for everything and so much more. Every word she had ever spoken to him was true. Everything he apologized for was true and sincere. He missed his _______. He wanted her back. Would she forgive him?   All he could think of was her in a wedding dress, walking up to the alter, where he waited patiently. Would that ever happ

   "Bruder? I still feel like there are monsters..." sleepy little four-year-old Belinda said in a small voice as she hugged her teddy bear to her chest with one arm and rubbed her eye with the other.   Gilbert smiled down at her and knelt down to get closer to her level. "Are you sure?" He got no louder than her. She nodded and he wrapped his hands around her, lifting her up. He stood tall and carried her on his hip over to her room, setting her down on her bed as he got the covers undone and tucked her in.   "Are you going to leave again?" Belinda asked, wide-eyed.   Gilbert was silent for a minute before he sighed and sat down by her si