Tag: psychoshipping

Psychoshipping

The world sees us as different. Not just different but too similar to ever be together. It’s funny really. How they think of it as a bad thing when really it is what helps me to understand you.

Marik, you beautiful idiot. How can they be so blind? To not see that we were meant to be together. Sure, you are still learning and struggling with this feeling but isn’t it worth it? Isn’t the pain of love worth having?

Everytime I look at you I see myself when I was but a boy. All that hatred and fear. Hate for the world shaping you up to be a monster and fear because it is too blind to see to potential of good buried within you and rather watch you burn.

It’s so strange how they have come to adore me. All those years of hatred and fighting only for them to show mercy when another tells them of how I came to be… And how they will not hear your story. These wicked beasts wanting nothing more than to hate you and watch you suffer. They care not that all you were ever shown till now was violence. Your entire existence is interwoven in it and soaked in blood till I found you and saw what they could not.

I see your rage rising up and protecting your heart that is falling apart with every ill spoken word about you. I see the dim light just flickering within and so desperately trying to keep from going out. I know this wretched loneliness that that consumes you and I am not going to let it win.

I got my second chance after a lifetime of waiting and I’ll be damned before I allow them to end you before you can start your’s…

Smile While You Can (Psychoshipping)

  Violet eyes glared down at a simple picture surround in a cheaply painted golden frame. The image was of his weaker half with his arm slung around the thief, Bakura. The two of them were grinning like idiots who were having a jolly good time.
  Oh, how he hated them both. Malik for being so pathetic and weak that he did not have the guts to do in his old man when he clearly wanted to. For being so desperate that he had to create Marik himself to do the deed. Marik, after all, had been the embodiment of everything Malik had once wanted to be. Cold, ruthless, and most important of all, free.
  Still, the person the dark spirited man found himself hating more than his hikari had been the one who his arm rested around in the picture. “Bakura,” the man growled under his breath. What a sickening creature that man was. Always hanging around with his weaker self. Acting like Malik belonged to him. Oh how it aggravated him. But the worst thing about the thief that just dug in deep under his skin and gnawed away at him was his smile.
  A thin finger traced along the curve of the white haired man’s lips in the picture. The glass protecting it, cold and smooth to the touch though heat radiated in Marik’s cheeks. Oh how he hated this putrid thief. Those dark eyes full of enjoyment that the camera had captured perfectly stared back at him and yet the Ishtar felt no resentment for those eyes. Just an ever burning hatred for those pale lips that curled up in a joyous laugh.
  How he wanted to stand over the wretched pale man and kick his teeth in. To be the one laughing and looming over him like the powerful monster he was. Oh how he wanted to see fear in those eyes and hope lost. But most importantly, he wanted to see those lily white lips tremble. For true terror to seize that petty thief as he backed away into a corner. Just the very thought brought a faint smirk to Marik’s face.
  “Yes,” the blonde devil mused to himself as he sat the picture back onto the shelf. “One day, Bakura,” he purred. “One day you’ll be mine.” And when that day would come. Only one of them would be smiling…

(I wanted something dark and I was craving Psychoshipping. Gods, I wish someone would rp with me…)