ErmengardeSecret

'What do you think?' Victor asked, leaning back against the kitchen cupboards. Yuri glanced around, smiling as he did so. 'It's nice,' he declared, 'quite…modern…' 'Well, obviously it's a little empty at the moment,' Victor said. 'I sent a lot of things over to Japan.' He reached up, to flip open a cupboard and sighed. 'I cleared out all the food, too. I suppose we'll have to go shopping if we want to eat in. I was hoping to cook you something nice, for dinner.' 'You don't need to go to any trouble,' Yuri said, quickly. He could feel himself blushing and so turned away, to hide his expression. 'It won't be any trouble,' Victor

When Nathaniel stirred in the night, opening his eyes onto the pitch black darkness of his bedroom he was not at all sure what had roused him. His body was curled into its most natural, most comfortable position and his pillow felt perfectly soft and plump under his head. He felt so warm and comfortable that he was inclined to close his eyes and go back to sleep but he recalled, as he fluttered his eyelids, a high-pitched yowling noise. He had been dreaming that he was wondering around a strange exhibition and he had found there, amongst ancient artifacts and pretty paintings, a number of mournful animals in cages. While he stared through t

My bones, warped and twisted, form a tight embrace about my organs. In just a matter of few bitter years I have managed to achieve something miraculous, something ethereal. My ribcage has contracted and tightened, each delicate rib-bone inter-lacing and interlocking into a neatly woven cage. When I run my fingers over the bumps I can feel where they have ground over each other, like impatient teeth, before coming to rest in this strange new formation. In the midst of so much horrible flesh, so much repulsion – I at least have this. I have something beautiful and remarkable and this transformation stands testament to just how much I can

The scent of the sea breeze, heavy on warm mornings, always filled Augustine with delight. He breathed in deeply and pulled the window open wide. The air was crisp and the sky was the brightest blue, without a cloud in sight. He stood still for a while, staring out, his head resting upon his hand. 'It is a beautiful day,' he heard a familiar voice murmur behind him and, smiling, he turned to face his companion. James was dressed in a loose white shirt, the lacing at the throat undone but the trousers, as always, tight and well-pressed. The prince smiled at him, amused by his consistent taste in fashion; the flattering yet informal attire tha

Light could never have anticipated what it might be like to be separated from the more beautiful part of himself, to watch the caged daemon press her face into the wire of the cage, growling and whining in frustration, and be unable to touch and comfort her. He sat with his hands cuffed behind his back, unable to even reach out to her to express his longing. Narcissus , at least, had been able to trace the surface of his reflection with the tips of his fingers. Light was unable to even press his hand to the side of his cage, to have his daemon lick his hand, to feel the warmth of creature's body from beyond the wire mesh. 'Getting antsy?' C

‘Well I wouldn't say that,’ Light laughed softly, his voice musical and so very attractive as he feigned modesty towards the pretty young woman at his side. Takada had her eyes upon him, listening sweetly to his voice. Her daemon, a magpie, sat upon her shoulder staring at their male companion with the same level of intense interest. Sayuri strode leisurely beside Light, her lithe body betraying the confidence with which Light played with the world however her progress came to an abrupt halt as her yellow eyes fixed upon an unexpected figure. Seated upon the bench right in front of them, hunched up and barefoot was L. He was hold

‘I'm surprised L,’ Light said softly, his signature smile playing on his lips as he tossed his head slightly, the bright sunshine catching in the light strands, ‘I would never have expected you to suggest a game of tennis in order for us to get to know one another better.’ At his feet, beside the clean, expensive sports trainers and white tennis socks Sayuri stretched, her tail winding as she extended her claws and her yellow eyes sparkled with anticipation. L smiled, hanging his head forward slightly and his black hair flicking over his eyes, ‘I thought a friendly game would be very well suited to us,’ w

Light glanced around the room, his eyes passing over the men and women that filled the building, absorbed in their own work. His father was not among them, he brought his eyes down once more, turning his head away slightly from the bright sunlight that shone in through the high glass windows. Leaning against the wall, a discreet position in the corner, he contemplated his father's absence following this invitation. ‘Are we too early?’ The soft voice of his daemon reached Light's ears only. He sighed softly, an uncertain, non-committal gesture. Sayuri lowered her head as she continued to regard the crowd, her bright eyes flickerin