#admin's writing

A soft white curl slid on her cheek, brushing it lightly as the teal eyes moved from up to down. The love of his life inhaled deeply and when the air waffled out the curl quivered on her skin. The beauty in front of him didn’t seem to notice any of this; tiny fingers squeezed his thigh instinctively as the soft, rosy petals moved along with the words that had captured her mind.

The mind that should have belonged only to him, but now those tempting sentences had spirited away the very soul that was usually devoted to its one and only master. Yet the view was too adorable for him to get annoyed. If the tome in his hands had imprisoned the spirit of his loved one, the pureness of the angel had equally conquered his very being to the core.  Never before had he met anyone who not only shared his passion, his yearning for perfectly formed paragraphs and poetically chosen words but also had stayed with him no matter what had come their way. 

This delightful creature in his arms had once been a simple possession, a mere livestock, yet now she had become his precious light in the darkness. 

Lucas honestly thought that between him, Barry, and Dawn, it would have been Barry that would have to visit a hospital first.

The universe just likes to prove him wrong though.

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“Admin-chan~" Laito called out, shaking the girl by the shoulder to snap her out of her trance. The girl wore a unceasing smile on her face, staring down at the phone in her hands. “Just what are you doing~?” She laughed down at her phone again, ignoring the vampire’s obnoxious voice. 

“Sorry, I’m having fun. Come back later.” She swatted her hands towards his face, gesturing him to leave. The vampire sighed and sat down next to her, peeking at her phone. The countless messages left him confused, raising an eyebrow. “Who are you talking to, hm?” Being genuinely curious, the vampire stared at her face. “My friends.” The girl responded in a monotone voice, barely interested in what he had to say. “Friends?” The vampire repeated slowly, almost as if he was holding a laugh in. 

“You little bitch.” The girl smacked the vampire’s fedora off of his head, smirking to herself at his squeal before she got up and walked away.

It’s not abnormal for Shauna to be nervous (Serena remembers the fiasco with Lysandre all too well and her own fear all too well), but it’s also not... quite right. She’s quieter, almost hesitant to speak, like she doesn’t trust what could happen. Like she doesn’t trust Serena.

Which is fine. It's totally fine.

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At first, Selene thought it was a great idea.

Now, she's not so sure.

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“Honestly,” Daisy begins, “did you have to run up to a quasit?”

She’s frustrated, Bill can tell.

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“We need a vacation,” Ben says, flopping down on the couch in their apartment. Summer glances over at him, raising an eyebrow.

It starts out as Bonnie’s idea, as a way to understand each other better.

Now in Cilan’s kitchen, staring at a recipe for bread while the smell of smoke and melted plastic permeates the air, Clemont thinks that agreeing to Bonnie’s idea in the first place was a bad idea.

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