Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 24, 2008 16:23:08 GMT -8
Hidden in the shadows of the night, a tall and imposing figure slid a finely-perfumed and elegantly scrawled (really, it was chicken scratch, but in his mind it was BEAUTIFUL!!) love letter into the Kuugun mailbox. A letter adressed to his latest Nightworlder obsession. Rui. Air.
A love letter that was actually poorly written fanfiction for his favorite coupling. Bridget and Rui. He hated earth. That whore.
And his letter was a masterpiece, a greater work of art. He thought it was the most splendid piece of writing he had ever had the pleasure of writing, and it came from the depths of his poor, and lonely soul. He had not signed a name to it, but he believed that his admiration would one day be known.
And so with a smirk, the shadowed figure blended back into the darkness. He did not need to see Rui's reaction. It would be beautiful, and he could already imagine it in his mind. Such happiness would be abound! Rui would finally see the error of his ways and get together with Fire! Like all should be, everything would be righted by his hand!
All that waited was the dawn, and for Rui to finally get his hands on such an awe-inspiring masterpiece.
A masterpiece of which read:
Teh old man whith theh dawg was a learing ol dfool. He liked to follow her around, like a creepy. He wasa creepie old man, and his dog that follwd on her morning walks.
Bridget took tehm offten when she had nightmares, witch she had alot, cause she was really a wounded girl. She didnot like to fight, she only did it for her love. Her one and olny, Air. Sexy and dangerous, Air, Rui, that batsrad who dindt want her. And he killed her, just like she'd killed his stpid sister. That wohre. And her nightmares were that, they were like nitemaeres, like bad dreems she couldnt sleep from. Because Air didnt love her.
And so she took walks, after nitemaeres, and teh odl man followed her with his dog. And this time she had enuff, becuase she was wounded and broken and bad and sconred, so the old man and his dog would pay. Like air payed. and earth payed. That wohre.
Fyre danced in her hands, like a dancing bundle of fire and flayms. The dog got fryed, like those fires in mcdonald happy meals, andit fell like a broken dog, broken lyke she was inside. But no one knew.
And the old fart didn't screem. He stared at her, like he was creepy. He was a creepie man, and his eyes were dark and dangerous like a dark and dangerus nite. And tehn eh wastn an old man, he was air. Hre air. Her Riu. Wind flowed like it did on a windie day, and it bloo out her fire dancing, and he was as dark adn dangerus like he was in her mitemaeres. Her scary dreams, that made her hart bleed, cause she was emo like that.
"Ur brokn just lyke meh," he said, her air, his voice like teh wynds of a thosand winds. "We cahn fyx eech other!"
Adn fire and wynd were dancning together, with the broken dog alyve again, cause tehy were together, three broken peeple who were emo togethur cause they wuld fix each other.
"Lety's go keel that stpuid urth, kay, that wohre!"
And tehn tehy leeved hapily evur aftre.
((And Mosaic went off to throw up her lunch. Kthxbye.))
A love letter that was actually poorly written fanfiction for his favorite coupling. Bridget and Rui. He hated earth. That whore.
And his letter was a masterpiece, a greater work of art. He thought it was the most splendid piece of writing he had ever had the pleasure of writing, and it came from the depths of his poor, and lonely soul. He had not signed a name to it, but he believed that his admiration would one day be known.
And so with a smirk, the shadowed figure blended back into the darkness. He did not need to see Rui's reaction. It would be beautiful, and he could already imagine it in his mind. Such happiness would be abound! Rui would finally see the error of his ways and get together with Fire! Like all should be, everything would be righted by his hand!
All that waited was the dawn, and for Rui to finally get his hands on such an awe-inspiring masterpiece.
A masterpiece of which read:
Teh old man whith theh dawg was a learing ol dfool. He liked to follow her around, like a creepy. He wasa creepie old man, and his dog that follwd on her morning walks.
Bridget took tehm offten when she had nightmares, witch she had alot, cause she was really a wounded girl. She didnot like to fight, she only did it for her love. Her one and olny, Air. Sexy and dangerous, Air, Rui, that batsrad who dindt want her. And he killed her, just like she'd killed his stpid sister. That wohre. And her nightmares were that, they were like nitemaeres, like bad dreems she couldnt sleep from. Because Air didnt love her.
And so she took walks, after nitemaeres, and teh odl man followed her with his dog. And this time she had enuff, becuase she was wounded and broken and bad and sconred, so the old man and his dog would pay. Like air payed. and earth payed. That wohre.
Fyre danced in her hands, like a dancing bundle of fire and flayms. The dog got fryed, like those fires in mcdonald happy meals, andit fell like a broken dog, broken lyke she was inside. But no one knew.
And the old fart didn't screem. He stared at her, like he was creepy. He was a creepie man, and his eyes were dark and dangerous like a dark and dangerus nite. And tehn eh wastn an old man, he was air. Hre air. Her Riu. Wind flowed like it did on a windie day, and it bloo out her fire dancing, and he was as dark adn dangerus like he was in her mitemaeres. Her scary dreams, that made her hart bleed, cause she was emo like that.
"Ur brokn just lyke meh," he said, her air, his voice like teh wynds of a thosand winds. "We cahn fyx eech other!"
Adn fire and wynd were dancning together, with the broken dog alyve again, cause tehy were together, three broken peeple who were emo togethur cause they wuld fix each other.
"Lety's go keel that stpuid urth, kay, that wohre!"
And tehn tehy leeved hapily evur aftre.
((And Mosaic went off to throw up her lunch. Kthxbye.))
