Wrote For Luck.

This morning, he woke up to see her face. In that moment of regained consciousness, he chastised himself for daring to close his eyes for even a second and missing any possible glimpse of her, his Nala. His girlfriend. But as his eyes fell upon her waking gaze, he knew she was ok. A stiff smile overcame his Lion jaws... He pressed his lion smile, his lion lips, against her lion cheek then gruffly whispered "I love you Nala" below his lion breath.

Even the coldest of killers can do cute... With the right mate...
Even the strongest of lions can be brought to his knees... by the right lioness...
And this one was his weakness.

The night previous they'd watched a film. With paws wrapped firm around their sides on his side, he thought it would explain him better to her. But in his lionheart, he knew she already knew. She already knew him. It felt like love. Speaking in sighs, talking through their eyes.

If lions had a wavelength... theirs would be the same.
Their wavelength.

Paw in paw, later that morn. The couple strode to the college campus to watch the Ducks. Roary dreaming of a bowl, filled with roses: Red tipped white roses ot be exact. Flowers. He'd love to give her flowers. Flowers and flesh. With all the majesty and power he felt in his muscles, he still had the urge to give flowers to the lioness he loved.

She was his princess. One day he could be king.

The pair returned to their pride and there they barely uttered a word all day. They didnt need to, they knew all that was needed to know. That he loved her, and she loved him, and that they could be together forever. Roary, was afraid of chasing her love away though, he would speak when spoken to in the hope that she'd never stop speaking to him. It's what she required of him, he'd try his best to stay strong, and speak in sighs. Because he knew that's what she needed.

However, he knew he couldnt stay strong for long.
Even though thats what she needs.
Because this lioness brings him to his knees.
The second his lioness caves, he will too.
The second her lion caves, she might do too.
And two lions will cave together.

He would blurt out everything that was crossing his mind, the second she so much as twitched like she were opening her mouth.

"Im so glad you chose me to be yours. Im the luckiest lion alive. Now I remember what its like to be happy, and it's all because of you. Nala. Im happy because of you. And I promise I'll make you happy too."

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This is old. Written to cheer me up a few weeks ago... here... And to cheer me up, well that's why I read it now.

I Travel In A Single Line.

I travel in a single line, and drift like light that shifts through time, whilst casting shade on what's behind, and keeping what's in front in mind, and it never stops never sleeps, as a pause alone is for the weak, and like a wolf dressed as a sheep, a boy who's tears are his peak, as joy is pain just unrefined, and to calm the storm is just a sign, I travel in a single line...
Until I lose what I can't re-find.

... "Forwards ever, Backwards never."

Out of nothing.

Out of nothing... Out of nowhere... He appeared.

With no ether hidden in the expanses of space for him to exist previously, surely he couldn't be real. He couldn't have just dropped out out of thin air into being. Maybe it was imagination: A flight of fancy, shed its feathers and wings to reveal a single quivering comfortingly vulnerable young man, crouched prone and unclothed on the floor of the girls dorm room. Or maybe it was belief, or longing, something real. Something can't be created out of nothing. Maybe, like photons that take flight to give a home to light, her longing for a prince to come wrest away her loneliness, in a moment, left her. It left, launched by her heart into the air, and once it plummeted to meet the ground, the figure was all that there was to be found. It doesn't matter anyway. He was there, he was now, and as real as the perfectly chiselled Renaissance statue he resembled.

The girl was startled from her slumber, as if she had sensed the sudden change in composition of the shadows surrounding her as she slept. With a dreamy eye, she cast her gaze over him as he stooped there, one knee bent against the cheap carpet, for a while. It felt like a lifetime before he even seemed to breathe. Then all at once he took a deep breath and turned his head towards her, the dark brown eyes as deep as black holes connecting with her delicate features.

If it was anybody else, she would scream, but there was something about the piercing look that vacuumed up every last shard of her heart and soul... and her voice... and for once, she felt whole. She could do nothing but look back.

In a swift motion, the mysterious man rose to his full height and strongly, yet gracefully strode towards the girl in her bed. There was no terror or fear of him, the unknown knight, in the girls mind as she found him suddenly standing above her. He extended his smooth, tender palm towards her and it was almost on instinct that she placed her hand in his. Equally, when he guided her to take to her feet beside the bed, she complied. It was as if, this completely illogical occurrence was meant to be. To struggle against him, was to struggle against herself, her destiny, everything she ever desired.

Now standing face to face, with right hand resting in left hand, the pair looked into each others eyes. There was a certain symmetry between them, but at the same time, a contrast that led only to harmony. His brown eyes stared into her bright green eyes, his broad shoulders obscured her slender feminine frame and his strong cheekbones were nothing like her soft adorable full, blushing cheeks.

Eventually, with his free hand, the mysterious man reached his arm around her back, pulling her closer into his embrace. Without a sound, she wrapped her arms around him, tracing out the contours of his muscular back with her finger tips.

Time stood still and raced past all at once. Days could fly by as equal as micro seconds as all that mattered was the moment. This moment. With one last dreamy look into each others eyes, they simultaneously closed them, tilting their heads at opposite angles.

With pursed lips, their faces approached one another's. As that first contact grew ever nearer time ground ever closer to a halt.

Finally, ecstatically, after what felt like an eternity, their lips touched. A kiss. A brilliant flash of light erupted, that seemed to emanate from the couple themselves. The beam left the window bleeding into the surrounding world. Illuminating it. Yet obscuring the stars themselves with their glow.

The blast lasted all too short-a-time. A second that felt like a forever, yet too many forevers too few. That meeting of mouths, always too breif. As the light faded and the girls room was returned to the half light, she, and the man, were no more.