Post by tigerred on Dec 5, 2009 4:54:37 GMT
Disclaimer: I do not own 9 or any of the other fandoms that I may write of. (... maybe KND/GKND, depending on how many would like) But what I do own would be the kingdom of Zoss with the characters: Elijah Stook, Princess Lina, Redstar, Flare, Frost Aurura, Drakly the Manticore, exc.
9 = Shane Acker
KND = Tom Warburton. (depending on above)
Feedback/critiques are appreciated. ^^ Thank you!
~**
Kissing
A moan escaped his fabric lips, feeling a gentle stroke crossing the side of his cheek. 9 slowly opened his optics, feeling a bit drowsy. But the sleepiness disappeared at once when he saw the face of his angel.
7.
“Evening hero,” She greeted; her voice soft. The pale stitchpunk brought her head to her lover’s and caressed optics with him. The savior ragdoll laughed quietly, returning his nuzzle. He then kissed her lightly, grasping the female’s skullmet by the beak—bringing it down to cover their faces in privacy.
7 returned it, smiling mischievously as she deepened the kiss.
In the glow of 9’s bulb-staff, the sound of un-zipping was heard in the distance behind the pile of books just outside of the great library.
Tunes
Not too far off out in The Emptiness, in the cathedral where 1 was usually was in the throne room with 8 going about their business. The eldest stitchpunk napped in his throne, facing the moonlit painting of Jesus and watched the flakes of snow fall from the sky. His guardian carried on by silently carving his knife. 8 hummed a low, basing tune as he worked on into the night.
Nearby in the dark corner, another tune was joined in by 6. He was an oddball but at times pretty interesting once he had a vision run through his head. He frequently created the imaged visions by drawing out on pieces of paper with his inked-‘fingers’. Blots of ink covered his striped body, but 6 couldn’t care less.
8 glanced up, looking out to the corner and hearing the youngster-behaved and strange stitchpunk singing softly aloud. The heavy stitch grumbled to himself, becoming annoyed by 6’s singing of a tenor.
Why, oh why couldn’t he hum like that?
Darling[/i]
Smiling bashfully, the young female ragdoll jumped into 5’s arms and embraced him tightly in thankfulness. The journeyman gasped, feeling his heart racing throughout his wires. Letting her hood fall to the back of her neck, 4’s entire head was finally revealed. She smiled brightly out at 5, and nuzzled her optics to his.
5 cracked a small, nervous smile… but it wasn’t out of awkwardness. This was a feeling of joy and shyness towards the girl. It was a feeling of forever happiness intertwining with the heart. Smiling more, 5 held the female twin tightly in his arms, hoping never to let her go. He kissed her forehead and pulled away.
“You’re welcome Darlin’,” he murmured softly, “And come back anytime. Okay?”
The twin nodded happily at his offer. With that, 4 leaned over and gave the one-eyed stitchpunk a peck on the cheek before rushing off with her brother. The two began flashing and arguing as if it was a big deal—which was to 3.
‘Oh, lighten up, Bro!’ 4 flashed. ‘You’re just jealous!’
‘Am not, Sis!’ 3 argued back, flashing violently.
‘Are too!’
‘Am not!’
‘That’s right, you’re not jealous at all.’
‘Yes, as a matter of fact, I am jealous! I—..D’oh!’ 3 smacked a hand to his forehead, followed by chasing his sister out of the workshop.
Once they had left, 5 lifted his hand to his cheek and began slowly stroking it. His heart-beat went to a fast pace, but returning to its normal thump. But wow… This feeling that started only a moment ago—was this real, or was this only a dream?
“If this is a dream… then I never want it to end,” he murmured to himself. Of course, 5 knew that 4 was a kid. But was this what love felt like? Is love these precious moments of bonding, trust and fluffy interactions now and then? He was certain it was. She was spending quite an often time with him.
Age never mattered. Love is love, and no one could ever break it apart no matter how hard one tried.
Not even strict ol’ 1.
Smiling to himself, 5 sighed dreamily. “If it isn’t a dream…” He trailed off in thought, looking determined. “Then look out Darlin’, I’ll be coming to take you away one day.”
~**
...Well, how did I do? Think I'm ready to take on a novella yet?
9 = Shane Acker
KND = Tom Warburton. (depending on above)
Feedback/critiques are appreciated. ^^ Thank you!
~**
Kissing
A moan escaped his fabric lips, feeling a gentle stroke crossing the side of his cheek. 9 slowly opened his optics, feeling a bit drowsy. But the sleepiness disappeared at once when he saw the face of his angel.
7.
“Evening hero,” She greeted; her voice soft. The pale stitchpunk brought her head to her lover’s and caressed optics with him. The savior ragdoll laughed quietly, returning his nuzzle. He then kissed her lightly, grasping the female’s skullmet by the beak—bringing it down to cover their faces in privacy.
7 returned it, smiling mischievously as she deepened the kiss.
In the glow of 9’s bulb-staff, the sound of un-zipping was heard in the distance behind the pile of books just outside of the great library.
Tunes
Not too far off out in The Emptiness, in the cathedral where 1 was usually was in the throne room with 8 going about their business. The eldest stitchpunk napped in his throne, facing the moonlit painting of Jesus and watched the flakes of snow fall from the sky. His guardian carried on by silently carving his knife. 8 hummed a low, basing tune as he worked on into the night.
Nearby in the dark corner, another tune was joined in by 6. He was an oddball but at times pretty interesting once he had a vision run through his head. He frequently created the imaged visions by drawing out on pieces of paper with his inked-‘fingers’. Blots of ink covered his striped body, but 6 couldn’t care less.
8 glanced up, looking out to the corner and hearing the youngster-behaved and strange stitchpunk singing softly aloud. The heavy stitch grumbled to himself, becoming annoyed by 6’s singing of a tenor.
Why, oh why couldn’t he hum like that?
Darling[/i]
Smiling bashfully, the young female ragdoll jumped into 5’s arms and embraced him tightly in thankfulness. The journeyman gasped, feeling his heart racing throughout his wires. Letting her hood fall to the back of her neck, 4’s entire head was finally revealed. She smiled brightly out at 5, and nuzzled her optics to his.
5 cracked a small, nervous smile… but it wasn’t out of awkwardness. This was a feeling of joy and shyness towards the girl. It was a feeling of forever happiness intertwining with the heart. Smiling more, 5 held the female twin tightly in his arms, hoping never to let her go. He kissed her forehead and pulled away.
“You’re welcome Darlin’,” he murmured softly, “And come back anytime. Okay?”
The twin nodded happily at his offer. With that, 4 leaned over and gave the one-eyed stitchpunk a peck on the cheek before rushing off with her brother. The two began flashing and arguing as if it was a big deal—which was to 3.
‘Oh, lighten up, Bro!’ 4 flashed. ‘You’re just jealous!’
‘Am not, Sis!’ 3 argued back, flashing violently.
‘Are too!’
‘Am not!’
‘That’s right, you’re not jealous at all.’
‘Yes, as a matter of fact, I am jealous! I—..D’oh!’ 3 smacked a hand to his forehead, followed by chasing his sister out of the workshop.
Once they had left, 5 lifted his hand to his cheek and began slowly stroking it. His heart-beat went to a fast pace, but returning to its normal thump. But wow… This feeling that started only a moment ago—was this real, or was this only a dream?
“If this is a dream… then I never want it to end,” he murmured to himself. Of course, 5 knew that 4 was a kid. But was this what love felt like? Is love these precious moments of bonding, trust and fluffy interactions now and then? He was certain it was. She was spending quite an often time with him.
Age never mattered. Love is love, and no one could ever break it apart no matter how hard one tried.
Not even strict ol’ 1.
Smiling to himself, 5 sighed dreamily. “If it isn’t a dream…” He trailed off in thought, looking determined. “Then look out Darlin’, I’ll be coming to take you away one day.”
~**
...Well, how did I do? Think I'm ready to take on a novella yet?
I never knew that my writing style was a lot like Unifilar's. ^^;; I hope that's okay with you guys. I just wrote what came to mind, developing the idea in my head and went along with it.
Yay.