tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-12-26:467831 Ariel Ariel 2012-10-25T21:29:02Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-12-26:467831:1936 2012-10-25T21:29:02Z 2012-10-25T21:29:02Z public 1 okok this is just some untitled fanfiction that I blame on tumblr. IGNORE IT.<br /><br /><b>Berserk</b>, 2700 words or so, Griffith and Guts (and Griffith/Guts in an undercover kind of way).<br /><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://alovelyburn.dreamwidth.org/1936.html#cutid1">lets pretend i know something about cut-text</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=alovelyburn&ditemid=1936" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-12-26:467831:820 2011-12-26T09:18:18Z 2011-12-26T09:18:18Z public 0 I will upload icons and say witty deep things again.<br /><br />But that day is not today. <img src="http://emos.plurk.com/94cf4ecbf37e7651358b1da12893699c_w19_h19.png" title=""><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=alovelyburn&ditemid=820" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-12-26:467831:690 2011-12-25T09:00:31Z 2011-12-25T09:00:31Z public 0 [somewhere i have never travelled]<br /><br /> somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond<br /> any experience, your eyes have their silence:<br /> in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,<br /> or which i cannot touch because they are too near<br /> <br /> your slightest look easily will unclose me<br /> though i have closed myself as fingers,<br /> you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens<br /> (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose<br /> <br /> or if your wish be to close me, i and<br /> my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,<br /> as when the heart of this flower imagines<br /> the snow carefully everywhere descending;<br /> <br /> nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals<br /> the power of your intense fragility: whose texture<br /> compels me with the colour of its countries,<br /> rendering death and forever with each breathing<br /> <br /> (i do not know what it is about you that closes<br /> and opens; only something in me understands<br /> the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)<br /> nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.<br /><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />© E.E. Cummings (1931)<br /><br />(just because i had it open, rofl)<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=alovelyburn&ditemid=690" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments