Romeo And Julia Dialectical Journal

Dracora shot him a glare. "I can handle it, thank you. Now, who is waiting for me in the throne room?"

“Thankyou.” This causes both of them to drop silent and stare at her- making her blush at the attention.

"Sage Moon what are you doing up? You little brat!" she says slowly moving closer to Sage."

Startled slightly, Adela looked to the voice that had spoken to her. Neatly combed black hair arranged itself around a perfectly angular face. Butler's clothing adorned the tall and lithe frame of the man, his maroon eyes locked onto the feline in her arms. A young boy, obviously his master, stood to his left. Richly dressed in shades of blue to accentuate his eyes, the young lord looked rather annoyed. His one blue eye was narrowed.

"I was talking to the moon last night. Luna... She, uh... She... I said she was looking pale and she said she and the sun, the sun, don't get along too well. The sun, Rowan! That killed me, I thought it was hilarious." He laughed quietly; Even his laugh was tragic.

The lashes on his eyes stretch out miles upon miles upon miles, and she can’t help herself, so she reach up and trace her finger along the edge of his chin, catching the edge of the smooth incline of his face.

“We haven’t patrolled this area since the first nights of the curfew, do you know what would happen if they found out?” the husky sounding one questions.

He’s not sure what had possessed him to even touch the thing again, let alone carry it around with him, but his actions make him wonder if that blasted woman has bewitched him.

rubs her hand to get his blood of Duncan off her hands and then goes back to

Draco's heart beats loudly in his chest, and he thinks of how when he kisses her, the next day, he doesn't have as many panic attacks. He thinks about the genealogy lessons she had taught him, using the dust on the floor to make her figures, making him realize that if purebloods didn't become more tolerant, they would die from inbred diseases. He thinks about the creatures he speaks of and how he keeps repeating their characteristics in his head as a mantra as he watches the other death eaters torture innocent muggles, because if she can believe in them, then she can believe in him as well. Finally, she

The Terrorizer stirs and gets out of bed. He looks at the emancipated girl lying in bed next to him. He then proceeds to the closet where he puts on his finest suit, with a tie and all.

“Would you happen to know where Ivan is? He was supposed to be here, and now that he’s not, I’m worried,” Concern was filling his eyes, and he began to fidget with the bottom of his shirt waiting for an answer.

Koakuma started pacing around. "Wait a minute." She rushed me to the Magic Library. "Patchouli, help me get rid of Flandre's sunburn."

“It’s a deal.” Of course, this kind of deal can only be temporary, but neither of us mentions that. Rue contributes a big handful of some sort of starchy root to the meal. Roasted over the fire, they have the sharp sweet taste of a parsnip.

The man closed his mouth with and audible gulp, the sound of armor shaking echoing around the bar. She wasn't late, but had been tracking him since he arrived in the city. She even knew he had brought his squires along as backup, and didn't seem even slightly concerned. What else did she know, and what did she have planed if he left? As the thoughts raced through his mind Luna tilted her head back up to look at him, a triskelion symbol now formed in her left eye. "So...Are we going to talk business or