Stuck thoughts

Looking into his eyes, a real fire broke out in my soul. Gentle brown eyes with a devilish yellowness forced him to look again and again, once again doubting the correctness of his actions. Empathetic words, evening meetings and support — that's what finally melted her heart. And, deciding that there would be no better moment, Rumi, with bitter sadness in her eyes, stands on tiptoe and touches her lips in coral lipstick to the man's lips, which immediately curved into a surprised grin.

Have you seen a calm, cold and serious person crying?

In a neon-lit hell of illusions, Jungkook and Yoongi face a choice: grow closer — or vanish into nothing. One is the golden voice and the dazzling face of the group. The other, a rapper whose verses make the air tremble. Together, they could become something more than idols. If they dare to be real. Or die trying to fulfill an ancient protocol...

She knew he was a Demon and she was a Hunter. She knew, and still she couldn't stop herself from falling in love with him. Especially when he'd shown his true colors to her alone.

So, standing before his worst enemy and conqueror, he stood up to him and headed toward the one whose voice could make his peace and confidence last forever, so he wouldn't have to hear the one who had ruled them for hundreds of years anymore.

Creeping evil had infested Ithaca. Evil not only in the form of coarse men who tried – some with flattery and gifts, others with near threats – to persuade his mother to remarry. But also in the form of strange, translucent shadows that only Telemachus seemed to see

Looking into his eyes, a real fire broke out in my soul. Gentle brown eyes with a devilish yellowness forced him to look again and again, once again doubting the correctness of his actions. Empathetic words, evening meetings and support — that's what finally melted her heart. And, deciding that there would be no better moment, Rumi, with bitter sadness in her eyes, stands on tiptoe and touches her lips in coral lipstick to the man's lips, which immediately curved into a surprised grin.

The USSR holds out a cigarette and grins friendly. Not the way an enemy should bare his teeth. “Soviet cigarettes are just too good,” he thinks later at every USA meeting, ignoring his uneven beating heart.

Two contrary personalities are meeting on a battlefield, as those, who are on same side of barricades. A quiet socialist and cultured monarch, but not without his fastidious, destructive and nasty habits. Despite different mentality and ideologies, the wish of peace is keeping them from a conflict. Sometimes mind takes them back to the past, hits old wound and reminds about the things, they have forgotten. Maybe they are not that different after all?