Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Sydney.

The will to travel alone for a cosplay trip came to him a month earlier. Few days ago, he traveled to the bustling capital of Sydney for the annual Supanova convention yet again. His first stage debut came, albeit without any thought or consideration.

Admiration, inspiration concluded & implanted into the minds of many.


Sebastian Michaelis, Kuroshitsuji. Sydney Supanova 2011.

And his confidence and perception increases yet again.
He smiled.

Black Mage, Part II.

Black Mage staff, with signature bandages.

Version II.
 















Monday, June 13, 2011

Black Mage, Part I.

Long overdue post, he thought.

A packaged arrived a few weeks ago. The parcel stood as high as him and the soon-to-be Vivi staff came to life.
And later to be thick foamed and electronically applied for his iconic staff look.

Snake Staff

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Lovestruck.

M was due to finish a report by Friday. She was with him then in a late night laboratory study session.
No one was in the room.

Concentration was not an option.
She was there. A chair length away.
"I need some encouragement."
He whispered, and pointed to his cheek.
She hesitated, but kissed them.
He pointed to his lips thereafter.
And she lean forward.
An ecstasy.

A chair length away turned to an inch of no separation.
Her sweet scent, her smile.
Only to him that night.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

"Arigatou."

When you held your dear loved one's hand closely. Her warmth soothes your well-being. And sends the beating heart to the point of no return. M felt her soft pulse when he placed his ears on her shoulders, still knowing that it was a one sided love's adventure. And M was to do no further. Into her boyfriend's territory.

Her hand was smooth, gentle, warm.

Sorrowful.
Both him and her.

And he told her,
"You are my 10th chapter. It was short and sweet. But I knew it was impossible for me. For me to be the most important thing for your heart to see."

She smiled jokingly, but uttered,

"Arigatou..."

That chapter ended.
No regrets, he thought.

No regrets...