23 Recent Deviations
Featured: Seishun in Full Bloom
TMGS2 - 100 Themes - #5 Innocence#5 - InnocenceTMGS2 - 100 Themes - #5 Innocence by ~goddessmoonsoul
"Ahh, it's cold today. Maybe I should have worn my warmer uniform."
She shivered slightly, and began to rub her arms in an attempt to warm them up. It was the first she complained to her teacher that day. Wakaouji was a very popular teacher, so she felt like she'd be wasting his time by discussing ordinary things such as feelings. But then again, spending this rare time trying to determine if the rumors of his vast intelligence were true was probably just as wasteful.
"It has been rather cool for Summer. How have you been handling it?"
The warmth of his smile gave her goose bumps. It was a shock to know a teacher that was so personable. It was no wonder that his students loved him, no matter their personality. To be willing to wander around the campus with her for some casual chat was amazing. His charm kept driving the questions she had regarding the rumors out of her mind.
"Not well. I've been feeling under the weather for the past few days. I can't tell if it's
TMGS2 - 100 Themes - #4 Seeking Solace#4 - Seeking SolaceTMGS2 - 100 Themes - #4 Seeking Solace by ~goddessmoonsoul
Run! He had to run!
That was Saeki's only chance to get away from his fanclub. It might have seen humorous if it were in a manga or something, but this was real-life, and downright infuriating. What was funny about losing the one moment he had to himself? Between school, work, and keeping his parents happy, he didn't even have the luxury of thinking. His lunch-break was his only opportunity to get a minute of peace, and it was really grating to have to spend it with people he didn't care about. If he had to run across the school like a lunatic to get a chance at freedom, he had no qualms with doing so.
Unfortunately, other people did. Standing before him was a serious looking freshman. Before Saeki could ask him to get out of his way, he continued speaking.
"Running in the corridors is forbidden by the school rules! Please hand me your Student ID."
Perfect, a prefect. Figuring arguing would waste time, he handed over his ID with no resistance. The student's
TMGS2 - 100 Themes - #3 Dark#3 - DarkTMGS2 - 100 Themes - #3 Dark by ~goddessmoonsoul
At first, he didn't like the dark.
Darkness signified the end of the day. When night came, it was time for him to sleep, and sleep was the farthest thing away from his mind. The amount of energy he had was boundless, so to watch the day end was frustrating. He'd much rather play with his friends. Even if his parents didn't make him go to bed, it wasn't like he could keep playing. Nothing in his power could coax the sun to stay longer.
At least day to night happened gradually. In comparison, he lost everything the sun had gifted him with the speed of a lightning strike. His energy, his friends, and his ability to play. The worst part of it was that it was all his fault. There was no denying it, no twisting or shifting the blame onto something else. It was solely him. Now, even looking at the sun burned. It reminded him of times long ago, times he would never have again.
That's why the darkness was his friend. If he stayed in the shade, he wouldn't get burnt. Quietness, relaxat
TMGS2 - 100 Themes - #2 Light#2 - LightTMGS2 - 100 Themes - #2 Light by ~goddessmoonsoul
Christopher Weatherfield. She had met him once before, casually staring out a window. Well, sort of. From her angle it looked more like he was lovingly staring at the curtains around the window, which made for an awkward introduction.
But she didn't expect to see him in a similar position again, especially not so late in the day. Halfway home, she realized that she left a notebook of hers back at school, so she was forced to trek herself back to the art room to get it. When she entered the door frame of the quiet room, her attention was drawn to the student.
Orange hues were fluttering throughout his golden tresses. The setting sun reflected in his blue eyes as well, overwhelming the shades of aqua with amber. The periwinkle jacket of the boy's uniform tinted to a dusty cinderwood instead. The light was at just the right angle to cause a long shadow from him to stretch across the room as well. Since he was the only one there, it felt like the shadow was casting ownership ove