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Warning: Angst, yaoi, dark
Tavros felt warm rivers slide on his cheeks as he shivered, his mother yelling again, "Tavros! I am going to teach you a lesson!"
He bit his lip, mind reeling as he tried to figure out where to go. None of the rooms were safe, night had made had escape impossible, his heart twisted in fear, clenching tight and almost suffocating.
He ran, bumping into the bathroom before reacting, sliding in and slamming the door, small hands jiggling the lock shut. His heart picked up as he heard footsteps, climbing into the bathtub and covering his mouth, trying to stay silent.
She screamed, slamming the door and jiggling the knob, "You fucking pathetic waste of space, come out here!" He stayed as silent as he could, closing his eyes and thinking of Prince Faygo trying to block out the sound of-
"You piece of trash! No one could ever love you!" she screeched.
More tears fell, words echoing in his mind and imprinting on
Burn One- A GamTav fanfiction Part 2 [Final] Summary: Your name is Gamzee Motherfucking Makara, and you aren't a good motherfucker when you're sober. That's why Karkat sent you to this place- so you could get better. You aren't going to get better. Nothing would change your habit, not Karkat, not Tavros- No one. And frankly, you're okay with that.
(Thank you to everyone who liked the first part of this story! I hope this conclusion is up to par with the first part. I'd like to apologize for how long it took to update this story, but I really, really wanted it to be the best that it could be. Also, I'd like to say that this story is very unrealistic, and I'm sorry for that, too. I tried my best to keep it as believable as possible, but this is a work of fiction. So anything is possible, right? :c This is still dedicated to the same person it was before, and I really hope that she and all of you enjoy this conclusion!)
The same warnings to the first one still apply.
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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