And the coolness of your smile...

Asbjorn's picture
is the stirring of birds between my arms...

It wasn't that long ago you laid next to me. You told me the consequences were hardly worth my trouble ... and I agree. But, you know me -- You know of my lust for death and you know I ask for it too early. If only I had listened to you; if only I wasn't completely unaware of the danger before you ... or, rather, I didn't let myself think of it. That day haunts me. Where did you go? Where did I go? ...Where was I? I expect you to come back, Wesker. Don't you dare leave me alone...I won't let you.



he's my evil shadow dove, my black Palamito
can't break him like a diamond skull; I can't seem to do so...


Kaoori's picture

ohman. Kaoori's definitely

ohman. Kaoori's definitely not as cool as Asbjorn. She just sort of.. stood over his body and defended him from other deer. ;_; she could never talk like this.

This is beautiful.

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I'm a little wolf inside a girl.

Lightbringer-apprentice to Yorres
Scythe's picture

Aww, Bea, I'm sorry about

Aww, Bea, I'm sorry about this whole mess, but I really did enjoy reading this. They certainly had an interesting relationship if one can call it that. I like how you portrayed her train of thought and the lyrics work into the piece very nicely. Just hang in there, Asbjørn... Nice work. ^^