AmbroseDraco

German: Ich liebe dich. Italian: Ti amo. Arabic: أنا أحبك. French: Je t'aime. Chinese: 我爱你。 Russian: Я люблю тебя. English/American: I love you. Polish: Kocham cię. Swedish: Jag älskar dig. Finnish: Rakastan sinua. Norwegian/Danish: Jeg elsker deg. Galic: Quérote. Dutch: Ik hou van je. Greek: Σ 'αγαπώ. Turkish: Seni seviyorum. Hungarian: Szeretlek. Icelandic: Ég elska þig. Welsh: Rwyf wrth fy modd i chi. Hebrew: אני אוהב

It's A Good Thing... You're hard to understand You don't like to talk about how you feel You hate hugs, though I give you them anyway You shake your head when I ask you about it You keep to yourself You ignore me for long periods of time You push me away, though I keep coming back You take forever to tell me you love me You're never happy with what you draw You don't see how wonderful you are You can't seem to get it into your head that I'm right here You help me talk out my problems You're hugs are warm and inviting when you do give them You finally tell me about it after a long time of proding You don't realize how sweet your

Allyson was sitting on the couch, Skyping with her boyfriend. It was a regular Saturday, nothing was going on that was important or that needed doing, so she decided to chat wit her boyfriend. She planned to do a Join Me thing but for now she was content with talking. In the middle of Allyson's sentence her roommate comes out of her room, walking to the kitchen and scrolling through her Ipod. Since the living room was only separated by a bar Allyson's roommate was still visible. Allyson's boyfriend pointed at her and Allyson looked back. She was about to say that her friend and roommate couldn't do any harm unless she started to sing, b

Lose of a Friend Why won't you talk to me anymore? Why won't you smile at me anymore? I know I'm just a friend... But we're best friends... Or we use to be. I feel neglected and alone. Did I do something wrong? If I did, then I'm sorry. I don't even remember what I said... But if I hurt you, I didn't mean it. I promise. I wish you'd talk to me... You have no idea what it's like... To feel that you don't love me like you use to... Like when we first met. You smiled more. It was genuine, and I loved seeing you happy. I wish you'd open up and talk to me like you use to... I kills me inside seeing you so quiet... I want to he

        Natura had spent most of his life away from others. He was shy and had trouble with people, especially humans. Being a Nymph you'd think it was natural for him to want to explore and meet people, but for some reason he had a very shy nature that wouldn't let him approach people easily. Whenever someone came up to him and started to talk to him he'd freeze up and stutter. This wasn't the case wen he was with his family though, he was open and out going.        Whenever he was at home he was loud and rambunctious, with a bit of a temper. A normal occurrence at his home would be Natura throwing something at his grandfather who is pushi

She was a leader, someone you could trust with your secrets and know she would take them to the grave. She never  betrayed her friends, and though she was in high-school, she was a mother. The mother of her little group of outcast.        A group that was diverse and different in every way, they were the people who couldn't fit in with the "normal" crowd. She attracted them to her like a moth to flame, and she was proud of her little ducklings. She taught them how to defend themselves with words, and how to show people the ugly truth about themselves. Something no one ever wanted to see. She taught them to be unfazed when others pointed out t

        She spent most of her time alone, reading, waiting for something that she thought would never come. She felt sad, unworthy, worthless...isolated. She could probably chalk it up to being a hormonal teenage girl, because her hormones were out of whack and would be till her twenties, maybe even later. She had slight acne and wore things that were always too big on her, but not even that could hide the beauty her mother always said she had. She always tried her best to become invisible, hide within the cracks and move through life unnoticed, but it seemed she was never meant to stay hidden.        People would always pull her out of the

"Where the hell is he?" Saqr was frustrated, he had spent all morning looking for the stupid Informer and he still couldn't find him. Informers are always hard to find, it makes him smile slightly to think of the one Informer he almost scared to death. They all have different reactions when you find them and some of their reactions are amusing. Saqr climbed on top of a really tall building to get eagle vision, that always makes him think of his dad because his name means flying eagle. He was about to jump down when he spotted ,movement on one of the roofs out of the corner of his eye. He looked over and saw someone laying or sleeping in t

He couldn't wait for him to get home.  Their son said his first word, and Malik wanted to see the look on his husband's face once he heard said word.  Malik believed Altair might just be surprised, upset, maybe even laugh (though he was looking more forward to the first choice).  It was hard to tell what Altair was really feeling, his expressions more so lost under the stony face he bore, but Malik was hoping to break the mask. The day passed slowly, but Malik had Saqr to occupy him as well as other assassins coming and going, as well as an odd informer here and there. He had just said goodbye to an assassin and was entertaining Saqr, making