I'm blogging moar recently. Been sleeping at 4 plus to 5am and waking up at 12 to 2pm these days. I think alone time in the early morning makes me think and blog more.
Anyway, this isn't any story writing or something.
I'm excited. Very excited! Although the shoot won't be any time soon, but I'm soo looking forward to my first BL cos with Kero, Kaishiou and Daikon. (HOMG DAIKON >w< *dies from fangirling*) And yesss, BL! <3<3.>D We'll all get to rape Kero HAHAHA. *cough*
Okeh that's all I wanted to say. Time to stop late-night blogging and catch some ugly sleep. *disappears*

She gasped and struggled uselessly as her eyes bored into those above hers in a look of pure horror.
Beeeeeeeeeep.
"Heh...He...Haha...Hahahaha...Hahahahahahaha!"

"Heee-eeyyy, Leythal, what are you doing?" Schnaizel flitted up to Leythal with a sly look, punching him in the stomach lightly.
Leythal took a quick glance at his brother and nodded his head towards the sky. "...it's beautiful, isn't it? The shimmering stars in this vast prussian sky, like angels trying to savage this sphere from its forecoming decay..." Leythal snorted as he continued, "...or at least futilely attempting to."
Schnaizel stood beside him and gazed into the sky. A wide smile broke out on his face as he turned. "But that's exactly what makes things interesting, isn't it?" He let out a soft giggle. Then, he stepped out of the balcony and went back inside.
Leythal stared at Schnaizel's leaving figure for a few quiet moments, before letting out another snort.

"That's precisely it, my dearest brother..."

(No matter how many times I look at this, it looks unsatisfactory. Anyway, it's like the prologue of the story of the twins in my subculture shoot.)

The sharp, icy blade sank lightly into his tender skin as he whimpered softly, terrified. She licked her lips in anticipation, looking into his frightened eyes. She knew she could crush him as easily as a wolf could crush a lamb. Adrenaline rushed through her pulse and she smiled widely at herself just at the thought of that.

"W...what do you want...fro...from me?" he whispered and choked on his words in fear of the reply. Her eyebrows furrowed in wonderment.

"Hmm...what do you think?" She smirked at him, unable to refrain from teasing the prey right in front of her eyes. The man trembled in front of her, unable to speak. She sighed heavily and took the blade off his neck. Then, she placed her index finger on his lips and slowly moved it down his body, touching his neck, his chest, his stomach, then stopping right above his crotch. The man twitched heavily against her touch, attempting to suppress his cries. She pressed her body against him and groaned softly as their bodies scraped against each other. Her chest heaved as she panted deeply. Then, she purred softly into his ears.

"I want your eyes...your lips...your body..." she drew a deep breath and blew softly into his ears. "...you, honey...your very soul."

At that very second, she took her dagger and stabbed it up his chin in one smooth movement. She watched in absolute pleasure as his eyes rolled back in his head and he gurgled silently, before falling limp. She then pulled the dagger out of his chin and proceeded to disconnect his head from his body calmly, ignoring the blood spewing all over her body. The man's head broke off from his body after a couple of minutes, dripping crimson red drops all over the pearlescent floor that was not already flooded by the blood pouring from his torn neck attached to his body. She raised his head up to face hers, and smiled endearing at it.

"Honey, you look really lovely today..." she broke off her sentence with an aggressive kiss, forcing his unmoving lips open and tasting the blood that was flowing from his mouth into hers. She then bit off his lips and spitted it onto the floor, dropping the detached head in the process.

"Mmm...not bad," she licked the blood clean off her lips and stared at the mess on the floor accomplishingly. Then, she turned and strodded out of the room into the empty streets.

"So long, my beloved..."

...I think I've lost even my tiny weeny eeny writing ability.

Once more
We'll slip into the caress of this reverie
Where the facades and pretences leave
Naked, unarmed
We'll revert to this innocence that once used to be

A habit
Or just an eschewal?

It feels like the whole empire is collapsing within this very soul.

Something, anything and everything between the midst of this catastrophic fantasy.

"...it's beautiful, isn't it? The shimmering stars in this vast prussian sky, like angels trying to savage this sphere from its forthcoming decay...or at least futilely attempting to."
"But...that's exactly what makes things interesting, isn't it?"
"...Ha. That's precisely it, my dearest brother..."

Subculture shoot.
I am so looking forward to it.
Hopefully, it'll be a success :D