Sonmi's Couples, Characters and Writing - Posting Welcome

[DoctorWhoCrazy]

I'll work on yours EmilyZhang!

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SteelClaw, I'll get your story done asap. Just got a bit of Wrights block in the Middle ^-^'

Thankies! I can't wait to read it!

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Oh! I forgot something.....Hmm......Ah, can I be an official fan? Pwease? ^.^

[EmilyZhang]

I'll work on yours EmilyZhang!

Thanks! Can't wait! But don't worry, I'm patient so don't rush it!

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Oh, and may I suggest a -funny, as I think it is- couple? You don't need to write a story 'bout them but if you'd like so, no problem! And don't hurry it! I can wait!

Pet's name: Ness
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Pet's name: Skai
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Skai is Dracula's grandson, and Ness is just a normal girl -as she thinks she is- but the girl of the Moon Goddess.

[Sonmi-451]

Oh! I forgot something.....Hmm......Ah, can I be an official fan? Pwease? ^.^

I'll add you right now - sorry for taking so long to get back to you - and I can start working on your story as soon as I have time.

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Owwie....Thankies! And no problem! I can wait, don't hurry!

[Sonmi-451]

Reserved

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Rose Petal (f) and Doom Heart (m)

"We're dead, aren't we?" I asked Doom Heart softly, as I looked over at him in the low light. Even though I couldn't see him very well, I couldn't help but think how handsome he looked, with his armor that used to be gleaming, his hair sticking up in clumps from the sweat dripping down his face and his bloody sword. Well, perhaps 'handsome' wasn't quite the right word; 'murderous' or 'warring' or 'dangerous' was probably a better descriptor of him, but I still thought he was very attractive.
"I'm afraid so, Rose Petal," he replied, as he looked down at his sword and then wiped it in the grass to help get some of the blood off of it.
"Ironic, isn't it, that we're going to die in the name of God at the hands of people who think they're killing us in the name of God," I murmured, and he nodded his head in agreement. The cross around my neck suddenly seemed to become much heavier, as if it had heard my blasphemous words and was now determined to make my last moments a little bit more uncomfortable as a punishment.
"Ironic, isn't it, that people are getting killed in the name of God at all," he added on, and now it was my turn to nod my head in agreement as we sat there, awaiting our deaths by Muslim swords.
"Doom Heart, this isn't God," I said after a few moments of silence, and looked up to meet his gaze. "This is Urban II's politics, this is human greediness at its finest, but this definitely is not God." After pausing for a half-second, I questioned him almost desperately, "Why in the hell did we ever get ourselves involved in this in the first place?"
"Because we thought it was God, and that the Muslims were pagans who should be destroyed," he answered, completely truthfully for both of us. "My God, how wrong we were! To think that we thought war was God and Muslims didn't know who God was, when really they worship the same God as us, just by a different name! I guess that means that this war is mass ignorance at its finest too."
"Doom Heart, I don't want another war like this to happen and sweep away hundred of thousands of people under a false cause," I told him. "So do you think people will ever stop being ignorant, or stop being greedy, or stop being political and selfish?"
"Because humans are human and therefore inherently imperfect," Doom Heat began, "no. There will always be wars like this one, as long as humans exist, because humans will always be imperfect and war is a product of human imperfection."
"What do you mean?" I asked him, puzzled by his comment.
"Well, war is caused by greediness and ignorance and politics, and all of those things are humans' imperfections personified, so if humans were perfect, greediness and ignorance and politics wouldn't exist and therefore war wouldn't either," Doom Heart explained, and I nodded my head slowly as I mulled it all over in my head.
After a few moments of silence, I finally replied, "You know, I don't think I would want to live in a world of perfect humans though, because that world would be so boring and there would be nothing to do and nothing to fight for or believe in. There wouldn't be any purpose to life, I don't think."
"Well, we're about to go to a perfect world," he said in response, but, as soon as he realized that we actually might not, considering that we killed people in nothing but the name of human imperfection, he quickly amended, "That is, if God decides to overlook our ignorance and let us in anyways."
"And if not?" I couldn't help but ask, as I stared over at Doom Heart and noticed how majestic he looked, bathed in the moonlight like he was. He looked like a saint, Paul or Peter perhaps, except for the armor and sword.
'Well, hell can't be that much worse than here, right?" He met my gaze, and I found myself nodding my head in confirmation, because he was right; there wasn't any way hell could be that much worse than where we already were.
Suddenly the sounds of a scuffle and a cry in Arabic came from not two hundred yards away from the boulder we were hiding behind, and Doom Heart looked over at me and I looked over at him for what was probably going to be the last time.
"Goodbye, Doom Heart," I murmured quietly, my eyes locked on his, and then, before either one of us knew what we were doing, I felt his lips on mine and his arms wrapped around me, holding me to him.
After a few moments of heaven - most likely the only heaven I would ever know - he pulled back, and he stared down at me for a long second before finally telling me, "Goodbye, Rose Petal," and then getting to his feet, leaving his sword on the ground and not bothering to try to be stealthy or quiet.
When he was completely standing up, he offered his hand out to me and pulled me to my feet when I accepted it, and, my hand still in his, I looked over at him and asked him, "Together?"
"Together," he confirmed, and then bent down over me to give me one last gentle kiss before pulling back and starting to walk out from behind the boulder, making me walk with him.
As we went out into the open and saw the Muslim soldiers running towards us and waited patiently for our deaths, I couldn't help but think that everything that had just passed between us - our realization that we were going to die, our enlightenment about God and war and humanity, and even the kiss (especially the kiss) - were all from God, even if everything else we had known and done before that was not from God at all.

So I finally got around to writing another story; sorry it took me so long! Anyways, this story is set during the First Crusade, with Rose Petal being a follower of the Christians who got sucked up into battle and Doom Heart being a European Christian soldier, and Urban II is the Catholic pope who called for the First Crusade, just as historical background.

Awesome story! -claps hands-

[EmilyZhang]

Yeah, cool. But what about the story that Bumblebuzz said that she/he was writting for me?