Was that a crash? Or was it a clang…

I cant tell but with this ringing in my ears its hard to refrain

From the jolting up, frantically scanning

My eyes striggle to adjust, to see in this new light.

My gaze lands on something, hidden in the night, because there’s no way, no how.

They must be deceiving me… right?...

“I love you.”

A silence follows. Just a few moments- but as it does when you’re anticipating something, those moments moved by so painstakingly you’dve thought time slowed. Though, in Chaya’s case, it had. She slowed the world down, just enough so that she could process the outrageous words that were just said by this human.

“What?”

Chaya finally replies, having found no better words in her trans...

I never did good with feelings. Nope, not my thing. I always relied on the tried and true art of deflection, or sometimes anger, I guess. I am reminded of this as I stand here in line, watching the excitement on Micahs face as he awaits such a silly ride. Bumper cars. Micah said once that loving me was like bumper cars, and for the longest time I thought it was a negative thing. But now? Here I am...

His bipedal hooves trod through the path, displacing the mist with each step. Dewdrops sizzle and return to their gasseous state as he passes, boiling the air around him. He twirls his sword, watching the fog dance around his red-hot blade, the corners of his mouth curling up in a rare smile, the demon entranced with the beauty of the overworld. It’s truly a shame he must destroy it....