Their footsteps rattled on the pavement. The cars passed one after another. The headlights illuminated their faces. Advertisements in this part were almost absent. Only streetlights were impeding the darkness. The windows of the houses shone. Inside, could be seen the silhouettes of families...
His face was becoming sweeter with each passing moment. What for he was so worried?
'Albion-chan, you look like a pink tomato.', she smiled. She tried to stop her laughter, but failed. Typical girlish giggle... He looked so cute. Especially for a human.
Lenamy grabbed his hand lightly and...
She felt sincerely happy that he liked the poems. She had not met many people who could appreciate them. Lenamy wanted to shake those red sides of his face, but did not dare. What Albion would have thought?
Definitely unexpected was his proposal. She did not mind sometime to meet him again...
...delightful. At least... I think so.’
On the page could be seen several different versions of each text. In Japanese, English and French.
'...at the root
of a pine tree
light lavender violet...
castle hill
high above
breezy green...'*
*Masaoka Shiki - "At the root", "Castle...
Somehow he reminded her of her cousin. He reminded her for those lovely afternoons when they were standing in the backyard with muddy hands and smiling faces. Her aunt looked for them all over the house, and they hid around the tiny garden. Then the lady found them, led them into the bathroom to...
Her face became slightly pink coloured, as if it wanted to merge with the sky. Have been a while since the last time she was blushing in that way, but there was nothing to be ashamed of. Except that he had noticed how she observed him. Yet Lenamy replied with a smile.
‘Hi’, she said. Her...
It was one of her few days off recently. Increasingly endeavoured in school; the work in the bookstore was going pretty well. Slowly but surely she was getting used to her new life. Of course, she had and those moments when she could not find her place. Too many people, too little fellows...
‘Non merci! I do not like to sleep in other's homes. But the cafe sounds good.’ Many people knew ghouls loved coffee. It was one of the few things their stomachs could stand.
Lenamy walked past her, inhaling deeply the interesting aroma. Yet it remained pleasant meal. She had to find another...
Yes, it would not be bad if she had said what actually wanted. Being a human is a broad term...
'Well... to understand your thinking. For example...' It was not so easy, though, to think of a good start. 'How about a visit to the library?', maybe she should have been more specific. 'Or...
'God... calm down', Lenamy said disapprovingly and clucked with her tongue.
She did not like to see tears. They reminded her of herself, years ago. The tears were a sign of weakness. Not that she could blame the girl. Everyone would be desperate if saw death before their eyes.
'I'll spare...
Lenamy shook her head.
'And why I should not do it?', she muttered almost offended. Her kagune appeared and headed straight to the girl, but did not touch her pale face. The human quailed, waiting for the blow that did not come. 'I doubt you people spare any of your food. And no animal wants...
The attack of the CCG finished half an hour ago. She felt exhausted. There were three investigators who were waiting for her to take a position in a nearby park and then they assaulted her. One o them was even from the experiments of the CCG - a half-ghoul. She managed to deal with the two...
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