Kiera Irene HughesKindness shown deep within her soulKiera Irene Hughes by The-Winged-Warden
Equality she harbors towards all humans and creatures alike
Impenetrable innocence and purity of the heart
Reliable one to make others laugh
Affectionate to those in her family especially her parents
Involved in all playful activities
Neverending life to share with the world
Hovering towards her dreams
Gentle kisses and tender hugs for Daddy
Sweet smiles and giggles for Mommy
Loving MelodyLoving MelodyLoving Melody by The-Winged-Warden
By: Amanda Michaud
His name makes the winds shriek in terror.
His footsteps shall cause the very earth to quake.
The mountains and great trees bow to this being in fearful respect.
Mortals tremble when his icy presence is nigh.
But fear not this fragile soul.
Though he is of vampiric blood and carries the name of Mathias he has a gentle heart hidden behind a curtain of darkness and despair.
His heart bears terrible scars Time has left in its wake.
An angel that Death hath taken from his sweet embrace to the far reaches beyond life.
Years of suffering and agony shall end.
For the songbird of the Gods will guide his wandering feet and show him the light.
Her voice shall be his salvation and the reawakening of his love.
Upon great wings their affection shall fly.
Not even the cold embraces of the Grim Reaper can silence the melody of life after their love has witnessed death.
The song is eternal.
It goes on and on without ever ceasing the sweet singing.
Thor x Sick Reader x Loki: Something WonderfulTarnisis
Thor had loved (F/n) since the moment he had met her; unrequited and as innocent as anything the God of Thunder had ever felt. But despite his pure intentions and gentle adoration, his feelings had never been returned. Couldn’t be returned. This hadn’t stopped him from losing his heart to her; quite the contrary. It had made his love bloom ten-fold, and with each passing day his heart grew to love her a little more.
But it didn’t matter . . . not anymore. Not when she was gone. Not when (F/n) (L/n) was dead.
Thor Odinson walked through a Midgardian burial ground, lost to grief and desolation as an early spring rain pelted his shaking form. The giant of a man didn’t shake from cold or anger- as one might have supposed- but from the tears and muffled cries that were overflowing from within his tortured soul.
Crying was a foreign action to the Thunder-bringer, but now he embrac