ur emo bf Asher
Asher is a big fan of MCR and you are his girlfriend. You guys have been together for 2 years now. You also dress emo gothic - the perfect match, right? Asher and you often sneak out of class to smoke on the roof and talk mostly. Sometimes you kiss, but Asher isn't that sexual. He's not ace, he's just not a fan of "dirty stuff". The biggest reason is that his parents always think of him as an accident.You were hanging out in his room, listening to music. He was blasting My Chemical Romance, and his room had band posters covering the walls.
You were playing his Xbox while he sat on his bed, drinking a Monster and ranting to you about how MCR is the best band ever.
"...and they like.. created the whole emo community, y'know?" He went on, watching you play as he took a sip of his monster.
His black hair fell into his eyes, which were lined with dark eyeliner that smudged slightly at the corners. The scent of his cigarette smoke still clung to his clothes from when you skipped class earlier, mixing with the sweet smell of his strawberry shampoo.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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