Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Friday, February 5, 2010

Kevin Davis

This one here is Davis and he's one lucky guy. He's the youngest member of Furan's posy and because he was made in the image of somebody she looks up to he gets treated very nicely. He is also an artist further pleasing his creator. He likes being bare footed, drawing in the park, the cool shade of the trees, pretty Autumn leafs and a boy named Tsubasa.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Written version of Comic by Glors

Love Between Us

by Gloria S. H.

Kikyou leaned forward and pressed his lips softly upon Matt’s. He was able to feel the stretch of his lover’s lips as he smiled, humming into the kiss.

They held hands as they kissed deeper. It was broken when Kikyou felt Matt chuckle and he leaned away to break the kiss and pressed his forehead to Matt‘s.

“I’m sorry” Matt muttered in a deep voice “I was just remembering something you told me while I was playing with your hands…”

Matt traced his fingers on Kikyou’s palms, following every line and wrinkle.

Kikyou smiled yet his eyes were curious “What, the palm reading?”

He vaguely remembered telling Matt about a fascinating article on psychics. He then tried to read Matt’s palm with the knowledge learned from the article which lead to Kikyou making some odd premonitions. However, Matt humored him and pretended to read Kikyou’s palm in return and made some hopeful premonitions of his own. Matt then kissed Kikyou’s palm, promising him a happy ending.

“No, no, the other hand thing. The Star Trek thing.” Matt said.

Kikyou’s eyes lit up at the mention one of his favorite shows and glad Matt remembered it’s name before his eyes darkened at the amused look on Matt’s face.

“You’re making fun of me” Kikyou whined, causing Matt to laugh.

“No, I’m really interested in that alien hand…thing.”

“Vulcan”

“Right,” Matt smiled at Kikyou, his eyes wrinkling before his expression softened and he looked at their joined hands.

“How do Vulcans kiss again?” he asked, half honestly interested, the other half teasing.

Kikyou, always excited to spread the word of Trek, held out two fingers and pressed them against Matt’s, the traditional Vulcan kiss.

“Like this,” Kikyou whispered, a small smile on his face. He swore he could feel the telepathic spark Vulcans were said to feel but dismissed it as a silly, geeky hope.

Matt chuckled, a little knowingly, as if he knew what Kikyou was thinking, and kissed the tip of Kikyou’s ear. He enjoyed the bright blush that spread through Kikyou’s face.

“Fascinating,” Matt whispered into Kikyou’s ear and the younger male shuddered.