Jareth cleaned and redressed his master with a pair of sweats and moved back, to kneal at his masters side waiting for the next command. Dirk looked down at jareth and nodded with approval, then padded his lap "Up here jareth." Jareth nodded and did as he was told, proceeding to sit on the lap of his new master, "yes master?" Dirk looked at him and smoothed a bit of his somewhat long hair away from his face, trying not to show that the smell of Jareth's unwashed body, was getting to him even in the new pair of clothes. "do you like your room?" Jareth nodded a bit with excitement then immediatly calmed himself, "Yes master, yes i do very much,
Jareth cleaned and redressed his master with a pair of sweats and moved back, to kneal at his masters side waiting for the next command. Dirk looked down at jareth and nodded with approval, then padded his lap "Up here jareth." Jareth nodded and did as he was told, proceeding to sit on the lap of his new master, "yes master?" Dirk looked at him and smoothed a bit of his somewhat long hair away from his face, trying not to show that the smell of Jareth's unwashed body, was getting to him even in the new pair of clothes. "do you like your room?" Jareth nodded a bit with excitement then immediatly calmed himself, "Yes master, yes i do very much,
Part I
He sat in his cage all alone, watching as the people passed him by, masters of all sorts coming to pick up their pets. He had been born as a pet and he would remain one for the rest of his life. It's what he had been told by his mother and by her master, which was his master before. He was scared and lonesome, having watched his mother suffer a brutal beating the night before.
Now he was cold and weak, his pair of pants not warming him much. He lay in the back of the cage, rubbing the bloody wounds on his hands and watching as the mice came out to find food. He would talk to them, but too afraid to speak for someone may hear him and
Do you suppose there is a time in our life that we find ourselves abandoned by our own thoughts, and all the thoughts we have become those of a crying person, somewhere lost, when we close our eyes? What happens to those of us who can't find our way back. Those of us who have lost our other half of the soul we once had. Do we ever get that soul back? is there any more hope for any of us, or are we just dulled down more and more by the expectiations that our fellow peers have of us. Drawn down into the deep black corner where no one and nothing can reach us. Dulled down until at last we reach the bottom and though there is a saying that when y
it seems that every night ends up being the worse part of the day for me anymore. It's at night when i can't focus and every other thought is that of my ex-boy friend. What happens when you realize that your broken heart isn't going to be fixed like everyone keeps assuring you. What happens when two months after the break up you still find yourself curling up into a little ball of panic crying and wanting to be dead but not having the courage to do it. I wonder what happens to a soul that has lost half of itself. A body with hald a soul that doesn't know how to repair itself. What do I do now?
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES: 1- You can kiss the person who kissed you! 2- You can't kiss the person more than 3 times 3- You -MUST- kiss 6 other people 4- You should kiss them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection 5- Random kisses are perfectly okay! (and sweet) 6- You should most definitely get started kissing right away!
By the way I have recently 'redone' the pic you liked (now that I'm better at 'cartoons') but since half my gallery is always missing it can never be found...sigh.