"Come on in." Unlocking the door, with lucifer trailing behind me, I plonked my bags down and locked the door behind my guest. While I was fumbling around with my keys, the younger man had decided to sprawl his entire body across my couch. Should I sit next to his feet, or his chest? Or maybe I should just sit in a chair. Deciding on sitting next to his feet, I shuffle over to one end of the couch and sit down heavily, letting out a long sigh. "So," Lucifer began, "What do you want to do?" "Hmm." He pulled his body up and sat, cross legged, facing me. The dimly lit room made his features stand out more, his jaw became a harsh line and his crystal blue eyes almost seemed to glow. I turned to face him as he got even closer, his breath warm against my skin. His hand on my shoulder pushed me down as our lips met, and soon he was on top me, my hands gently resting on his sides. His lips were soft and …show more content…
With his chest against my own, his heartbeat could be felt with ease. I Gently stroked the back of the man on top of me, as we led there for quite a while. We were silent for the most part, aside from our hands roaming each others bodies, there was little to no communication between us. It was nice just lying there with him, almost as if time had …show more content…
I guess maths is the big thing I don't understand. " He laughed slightly, walking towards me so his body was between my legs and his hands on my waist, sending a tingle through my spine. I can feel my heart beating, throbbing almost. I knew there had to be a flush of pink on my cheeks as I brought my hands to his shoulders.He pulled me down, his musky cologne hit me as our eyelids flutter close, our heads tilt and our lips meet. His lips were just as soft, but somehow rougher this time, more intense. His tongue brushed against my lips, making me jump and therefore open my mouth, consequently allowing his tongue to explore my
It has been too long since I last wrote to you, so I thought I would inform you on momentous events that happened in my life in the last little while. The previous time I heard from you was when Gabriel turned three. I can’t believe he is about to become a teenager now. My goodness, time flies by so fast. I was so ecstatic when I saw your prior letter arrive in my mail.
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
the voice and hands, the stroking of shoulders and the touching of hair were a
I'm currently walking along a long and barren road approaching a small forest. Of course, no one would recognize where I am. Of course not I'm obviously somewhere where even I wouldn't recognize, thrown into a place against my own will. I guess I can blame my own hubris for this one. “HEY I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUCKING FUN, don't be a condescending asshole.”
In Paradise Lost Satan Ends up telling us how much he hates God and tells us this,"To do aught good never will be our task,/But ever to do ill our sole delight,/As being the contrary to his high will/Whom we resist. If then his providence /Out of our evil seek to bring forth good,/Our labor must be to pervert that end,/And out of good still to find means of evil" (Milton 745). Satan in this quote basically says that he will will stop at nothing until he gets his revenge against God. This corresponded to the monster quite well.
As Father Gabriel walked into the church that Sunday morning he dropped the bibles from his hands, getting ready for the sunday morning service in horror. As he looked to the altar, he saw one of the most horrifying sights he had witnessed, the was a body placed to represent one of the ten commandments, Thou shalt not steal, it showed a boy he had seen in the church giving a confession a few weeks before. Father Gabriel immediately called an old friend he knew could help with solving something as horrific like this, a man named Tom Pearce, he was known for helping catch people who committed crimes like these. He was one of the detectives who helped to catch the Detroit Scrapyard Killings, but after the case was solved Tom seemed to fall off the center of the Earth and went quiet for sometime until a few years ago when he decided to rejoin the crime scene and opened up his own private detective office and would only take a few cases that had caught his eye. Father Gabriel hoped that because they somewhat
Will wakes up, after apparently falling asleep. He looks out the window and sees the softly drifting snow outside fall steadily towards the forest floor. He stretches his arms and turns, seeing a beautiful sight laid out before him.
Yuri's POV The blaring sound of the stupid alarm on my phone woke me up from my sleep. I groaned and flipped over my side, reaching out to the nightstand beside my bed with my eyes still closed to turn the alarm off. I slowly sat up and brushed my hair out of my face. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up reluctantly, rubbing my eyes gently as I dragged myself into the bathroom to do take a bath and prepare for school.
Then she looked at me. I thought that she was looking at me for the first time. But then, when she turned around behind the lamp and I kept feeling her slippery and oily look in back of me, over my shoulder, I understood that it was I who was looking at her for the first time. I lit a cigarette. I took a drag on the harsh, strong smoke, before spinning in the chair, balancing on one of the rear legs. After that I saw her there, as if she'd been standing beside the lamp looking at me every night. For a few brief minutes that's all we did: look at each other. I looked from the chair, balancing on one of the rear legs. She stood, with a long and quiet hand on the lamp, looking at me. I saw her eyelids lighted up as on every night. It was then that I remembered the usual thing, when I said to her: "Eyes of a blue dog." Without taking her hand off the lamp she said to me: "That. We'll never forget that." She left the orbit, sighing: "Eyes of a blue dog. I've written it everywhere."
What everyone remembers about Milton’s Paradise Lost is Satan. In the opening two books of this twelve part epic, Satan steals the show, completely overwhelming the imagination. Indeed, he is arguably the most compelling figure of the entire work; an intriguing and even sympathetic character. This statement raises a troubling conundrum for the reader, for Milton’s Satan does not appear to be particularly Biblical. How is one intended to view this compelling characterization of Satan and to land upon some kind of moral judgment of his nature? Milton chooses Satan as the protagonist of his work as he desires to challenge society’s understanding of him. He transforms the ultimate evil into a tragic heroic figure, more convincing than God, Adam, Eve, and God’s son. Through turning on its head society’s preconceived notions of human nature, Milton shows that challenging authority is an intrinsic and necessary facet of our humanity.
As I opened my eyes, I saw him laying there, still sleeping and exploring his deepest thoughts. The brisk morning air nibbled at my nose as the sun, just rising over the mountains, warmed my body. I leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips to wake him. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over at me with a smile. As he stroked the side of my face with his gentle hand, I felt this chocolate colored skin melt over me. After laying there holding each other in perfect silence, we decided to put our clothes on and go for a morning hike.
Song for this part: Not about Angels - Birdy LUCIAN’S POV Two days later I found myself in that state. That state when I questioned myself what I am doing with my life. When not even day and night matters. A wave of anxiety comes to make my life miserable.
“Laws alone cannot secure freedom of expression; in order that every man present his views without penalty there must be a spirit of tolerance in the entire population.” a saying taken from the brilliant Albert Einstein means that laws are here to protect us yet, they are always broken and those who break those laws will then suffer. This quote refers to Lucifer rebelling against heaven and being consigned to hell or the “dark dominion”(2). The meaning of this poem is that Lucifer has broken the laws of heaven by rebelling and is therefore suffering for it, there is no way out of his hell no matter how hard he tries to re-enter heaven.You break the law and you suffer the consequences, while it’s well known that Lucifer has rebelled against