Crazy Cherry

67 days. Choice (Aragorn/Arven) In the Last Shelter, the whispers didn't stop whispering. Elves were going to leave these lands forever - their time is over, the era of people is coming, and they will go back to the past, returning to the native shores of faraway Valinor. The coming war no longer concerns them, because it is not them who started it, but their forces have already been applied to prevent it. Arwen was confused. Her vow to Aragornu burnt her heart, fed by the strongest and brightest feeling - love...

66 days. I'll be back (Alec/Magnus) - What are you reading? Alec shuddered and almost dropped the book, which he gently squeezed in his hands, plunging into its history of beautiful sea creatures, which instead of feet had a scaly fishtail and a surprisingly beautiful voice, which they lured the careless young men to the bottom. Insidious and cruel - mermaids are beautiful and terrible at the same time, they have no sympathy and pity, and they are not able to love. - Magnus, don't sneak up on...

64 days. Just take a look (Madara/Hashirama) Internal frames. Barriers. Clamps. We hurt ourselves, restricting ourselves and our desires. "Look at me," whispers a crazy thought, poisoning the brain and mind with its poison. It can't be banished, it can't be brought together, it continues to sound, even if you start thinking about something else. Like the noise on the outskirts - annoying, cutting the hearing, but from which not to wave away. My head hurts from this annoying, as itchy as scabies, thought, which increasingly declares its rights...

62 days. Here (Gellert/Albus) The wind was blowing from the water, bringing light, fast waves to the sandy shore, which washed away shells and small stones that had risen from the bottom, picked up by the stream. The Albus was tired of sitting right on the ground, pulling bare feet, burying its fingers in the warm golden sand. The gentle sensation of laziness slid from the heels to the top, millimeter by millimeter capturing the tired body, and then the mind. He covered his eyes, enjoying the...

61 days. To the bottom (Sonry/Mino) He likes to drown himself in it - in a black, viscous, hot pleasure that penetrates through the pores, flows through his mouth, filling his lungs and stomach. He likes the burning heavy feeling in the chest and abdomen, flowing and burning, bringing pain on the verge of pleasure. Mino likes to be in charge. From childhood he liked to head other guys in the games, at school he was the headman, so that, having the opportunity, to give orders to others. Mino made his way to a high position, using all means - everything not to stay at the bottom...

60 days. In our rhythm (Sherlock/John) One, two, three. One, two, three. Life spins in the rhythm of the waltz, in which you move senselessly on the machine in a circle, not having the opportunity to get out of the waltzing pairs. He dances with himself. His movements are strange and insecure, clumsy and inappropriate as if he is stepping on someone's feet. John never knew how to dance. Not his. At school, his sister tried to teach him this, but soon she admitted that her brother's bear squeezed his legs, and gave it up...

59 days. Help me (Draco/Garry) Everybody's got a moment when "everybody" comes sooner or later. There is no strength, no desire, nothing. Then they say that the limit is over. Everything happens differently for him. It happens that the heart hurts. It did not hurt Draco anymore. It just fell to the ashes, settling at his feet, immediately picked up by the wind. There were no tears. They dried up a long time ago when the pale father came with the news that the Dark Lord was calling him for service...

Fifty-seven days. Letter to a friend (Magnus/Alexander) Well, hello, old friend! It's been a long time, though. How long have you been coming to me so easily and settled deep in your heart? When was the last time you came to me like you were at home, not wanting to leave? Your footsteps were always around. Your voice always sounded somewhere in the back of your mind, because we were always inseparable. It's funny to live and know that the most faithful and closest companion is despair. Deep and...

55 days. Toy (Gellert/Albus) He knew it was all a hoax. A lie. Beautiful and pleasant, which like a mermaid lures with a sweet voice, and then ruthlessly drowns. "I'm just a toy to you," says Albus with one eye, looking at the wide, strong back hunched over the old texts. Gellert is immersed in the search for great gifts, without noticing anything around him. Some goals and tools help to achieve them. This truth is revealed only occasionally, when the Green de Wald forgets to hold a mask, carried away by a great idea or seized by a strong madness...

54 days. Flower (UnHo/JunSu) It is dangerous to be a musician, especially if you are sincere in your work and put your heart and soul into it. The text speaks with the words of your innermost thoughts and mysteries, and the music sounds desires and tears that are accumulated in the depths. "They die. The many dreams that have crashed on the surface of the little lips." A new song by Sia stirred up the world of Cassiopeia, which caught every movement of the former gods. Guardians of the past name couldn't pass by this event, being interested in the successes of a friend and former comrade...

53 days. Pawn (Mephisto/Syura) The second bottle rolled to the side, hitting something with a quiet ringing. The sake in a small glass reflects the light from the light bulb under the ceiling, the beautiful face of a young woman who is drunk and smiling, even though her eyes are full of sadness. She drains the charka in a volley, throwing her head back and squinting at the bitterness of strong alcohol. Although it may be just a way to hide what opens up at a moment of short enlightenment in the deepest eyes...

51 days. Angel on fire (Rin/Shiemi) The fire swept up to the sky, painted in ink-black, thick and viscous color. Bright blue on dark purple looked threatening and cold. Everything in it burnt down along with the human essence: kindness, affection, light, love. Everything absorbed the blue flame of the devil himself, turning him into a true son of Satan. In the ashes addressed the very essence of Rina Okumura, leaving instead only a pathetic little demon, who can only and maybe that thirst for power, which was bubbling in his renewed body...