Of poetry and silent friendship; prose and the social construct of race. The story of a chubby boy who's in way over his head in life and takes refuge in the local poetry club where his people congregate to preach their own stories. Of a child who can't remove the wry look in his eyes after growing beneath weeds germinated by those who created the racially elitist system.

And in retrospect, chocolate cake and homicidal ideation should not have gone hand in hand. Alternatively known as the simple way in which despicably terrible pyromaniacs and homicidal teenagers may somehow become the bestest of friends.

You swear that you see an apparition of sun kissed, rosy skin; golden locks and bright, alive eyes as his frown grows into a smile.

Prophesies and brotherhood; stolen hearts and a brewing war. All of which begins with two lone brothers who stand upon the seashore where the story commences with silent goodbyes and ends in rebirth. (Roxas- centric AU)

Those whose souls are a void and whose lifeless eyes hide the universe may not love. To step across the boundaries and limitations of god's will is to enter the threshold of hell. A pity that these digressions poison the earth- furthermore, it is a disappointment that these soulless creatures have submissively bowed before hell's gate, apathetic to their sins. (Engita AU).

His love, the sun of his life, faded into a ravenous a void, eating away at the stars in his eyes and the cosmos beneath his skin. She was a demanding galaxy and he, mere nebular dust.. (England-centric; no major ship)