Mistywriter

Sugar cubes. They are truly miraculous objects, if you take the time to carefully marvel them. At first taste, when you had only just placed the cubes against your tongue, they taste of nothing. No sugar, no sweetness. And they remain solid at the tip of your tongue, refusing to break down, as stubborn as a rock. And yet, when you keep coaxing it, gently melting it in the warmth of your mouth- keeping the best of patience- all it takes is a mere second to change everything. The sugary treat gives in so suddenly- as if daring to question its previous behaviors. It bursts into tiny particles of velvety soft sugar; and at that short-lasting

             The vampire king looked down at you and smirked. Your cheeks were growing red, your lip was pouted out and you turned your head in the direction of some boring boxes. Marshall Lee had you pinned to the ground of your new bedroom located in HIS house. You had this coming.               (flashback)      The week before, Flame Prince chased after Ice Queen, leaving fire and destruction in his wake. Part of that destruction, just happened to be your apartment. Not having enough money to rent another apartment(your wallet was in the living room, which was now ash -_-), you pleaded with every friend you had. Fionna and Cake were obv

Your (e/c) orbs shot open to meet an icy blue pair. The blue eyes widened and their holder fell back onto the ground. You sat up to look at the stranger. You took in his features. The soft blue pair of eyes was connected to a pale boy who looked around your age if not a little older. He had hair white as snow, a blue hoodie, and light tanned pants. His hoodie had fragile and delicate frost design that covered his shoulders and the pants were frayed a bit at the bottoms, which stopped before they reached his ankles...He had no shoes. Weirdo. All in all, you could tell he was slim, but there was a trace of muscles that strained against the arm