Writing Paradise

Roman, Moira, Märchen © Sound Horizon, Revo Inspired by romandehiver and emptyborder. . Imagine your OTP slow-dancing to a love song, with Person A quietly singing the words in Person B’s ear. . Aeolia menguap lebar dan merenggangkan badannya. Jam dinding sudah menunjuk pukul setengah empat, yang artinya ia hanya perlu menunggu tiga puluh menit lagi hingga bisa mengunci pintu perpustakaan, lalu pulang dan menikmati sore menjelang akhir pekan. Ia meninggalkan tempat duduknya di balik meja jaga, mengedarkan pandangan ke seluruh penjuru ruangan. Sekilas, 'sih, tidak ada siapa-siapa. Tapi di antara dua rak di salah satu bagian terdalam perpustakaan, ia tahu ada seorang murid yang mengubur diri di antara tumpukan buku-buku. Wanita berambut pirang itu beranjak, hendak mencari murid yang dimaksud ketika pintu perpustakaan digeser agar membuka lebih lebar dan seorang remaja berkulit pucat dan berambut hitam-perak menyelinap masuk. Pandangan mata mereka saling berte...

"Is that castle the place where the ceremony will be held?"

Mukuro menoleh ke arah jam dinding. Pukul 10 malam. Suara televisi dari arah ruang tamu belum juga berhenti. Ia menghela napas panjang. "Shougo, sudah waktunya tidur. Matikan televisinya dan bersiaplah untuk naik ke ranjang." Suaranya cukup keras untuk terdengar jelas hingga ke ruang tamu, meski tidak cukup untuk mengejutkan seisi rumah besar yang mereka huni. Namun, tidak ada jawaban seperti yang ia harapkan, dan hal itu membuatnya mengerutkan dahi. Beranjak dari ruang kerjanya yang terletak tepat di samping ruang santai, Mukuro pergi untuk mengecek kondisi putra semata wayangnya itu dan benar saja: Shougo berada di posisi berbaring telungkup di atas sofa panjang favoritnya, dengan pipi beralaskan buku Kumpulan Dongeng Grimm dan mata terpejam rapat. Ia tertidur di tengah-tengah kegiatan kesukaannya—membaca. "Manisnyaaaa." Komentar yang begitu akrab di telinga sampai-sampai ia tidak perlu menoleh untuk melihat siapa yang mengucapkannya. Mukuro se...

Baby [noun] 1. a very young child, especially one newly or recently born. 2. [informal] a young woman or a person with whom one is having a romantic relationship (often as a form of address). -- He couldn't quite remember how he ended up in this situation, but he was certain of one thing: he wanted to be let out from the contraption that hold him within. Problem is, he's feeling incredibly weak that he can't even lift his finger. Something is clearly wrong, which made him feel alerted. However, the more he tried to muster the remaining of his strength, the more hazy his head feels and the more he lost concentration. Amidst his relenting attempt, he noticed that someone is looking at him from outside. Takaaki. But he looks different from the usual Takaaki. His hair is messy. His skin is losing color, making the blood that trickled down from the crown of his head appears starkly contrasted. His eyes lost the playful shine it usually has, and instead clouded...

Baby [noun] 1. a very young child, especially one newly or recently born. 2. [informal] a young woman or a person with whom one is having a romantic relationship (often as a form of address). -- "Honey." The voice was heard so suddenly, and so close to his ears that Ouka ended up dropping the magazine he was reading. His face turned red at an alarming speed, starkly contrasting his silver hair and pale eyes. As he's very familiar with the voice, he actually doesn't need to turn his head around to know who it was, but still he does it anyway. Just like what he expected, he found Takaaki standing behind the sofa he's currently occupying, grinning ear to ear. It was clear that he really enjoyed the reaction Ouka showed just now. "What was that for?" Ouka asked, his voice seething with anger and embarrassment. "I just want to try it out." Was the answer Takaaki offered. Ouka was only half convinced, giving the older man a sharp...

Ouka did agree to Naosuke's suggestion to hold a slumber party, but. But he didn't consent to wearing matching pajamas with the others! Issa seemed to share the sentiment ― a rare occurrence, because most of the time his opinion clashes with Ouka's ― and was quick to protest. "Why would I have to wear matching pajamas with you guys!?" Takaaki, the one who suggested for the matching pajamas, had a fearless smile on him as he answered, "Because we've been given the pajamas for free, and since we're going to have a slumber party, isn't a good chance to wear it?" That's... actually sound reasonable, in Ouka's opinion. But Issa doesn't relent so easily, and continued to give counter arguments. Everything started because of the conversation they had during dinner. That day, all members of Vazzy finished their works and lessons before dinnertime, so they have dinner together for the first time after awhile. During the talks t...

Ouka did agree to Naosuke's suggestion to hold a slumber party, but. But he didn't consent to wearing matching pajamas with the others! Issa seemed to share the sentiment ― a rare occurrence, because most of the time his opinion clashes with Ouka's ― and was quick to protest. "Why would I have to wear matching pajamas with you guys!?" Takaaki, the one who suggested for the matching pajamas, had a fearless smile on him as he answered, "Because we've been given the pajamas for free, and since we're going to have a slumber party, isn't a good chance to wear it?" That's... actually sound reasonable, in Ouka's opinion. But Issa doesn't relent so easily, and continued to give counter arguments. Everything started because of the conversation they had during dinner. That day, all members of Vazzy finished their works and lessons before dinnertime, so they have dinner together for the first time after awhile. During the talks t...

"What... are you wearing...?" "Nn? As you can see, it's pajamas." Yeah, we can see that, but that's not what the question meant ― is what everyone present in the room had in mind right after the bland answer. The one getting questioned, Takaaki, looked down at his own pajamas and with a slightly confused look asked in return, "Does it look weird on me?" Ouka, as honest as the mirror of the Evil Queen, replied, "It is, but at the same time it also doesn't." "So which is it?" Takaaki laughed lightheartedly, deciding not to pursue the answer. Today, everyone in Vazzy finished their works before dinnertime. Then, during dinner, they learned that tomorrow all of them also doesn't have any work scheduled until the afternoon. Issa was happy because he planned to sleep in until the afternoon, but his happiness was shattered to pieces when Naosuke suggested something that ruined the plan. A Vazzy-only pajama party, is...

Ouka doesn't see himself as as social butterfly. And he definitely isn't one, for he doesn't go out of his way to socialize with others. That's why, when the realization that he'd been frequenting his idol group's leader room pretty frequently these days he realized that he'd been visiting his idol group leader's room pretty frequently these days, he asked himself, why? Why he started actively socialize with others? Why the leader, out of all person that he can visit in their dorm? -- The door in front of him swung open, revealing the figure of his idol group's leader, who has a pleasantly surprised expression on him as he sees who is visiting his room. "Did you just returned, Ouka? Welcome home." "...Yeah, I'm home." "Come in. I was about to make a late-night snack because I'm feeling a bit hungry, so maybe you want to join me?" "Sure, I guess..." Takaaki closed the door after Ouk...

He is the type that greatly value his personal time. It's a time where he doesn't need to be self conscious. Doesn't need to think about professionalism. When he's free to do activities that he likes. When he can refresh himself and get ready for the next day. After he becomes a part of VAZZY, it becomes all the more precious because he's socializing with a lot more people than when he's still working as a model. Both at workplace and in the dorm. That's why, he finds it pretty baffling himself when he realized that his feet had brought him to his group's leader's doorstep after he returned from practices that day. His head should be aware that he's pretty exhausted after practices. He should want nothing more than getting into his own room, takes a shower, and enjoys his "me" time. But he's there, making his presence known to the owner of the room with several knocks. Only a few seconds after the knocks that he heard a ...

If we're talking about an ideal love, then everyone would've different opinions regarding the topic. Some would say that an ideal love is falling love without concerning yourself with the other's status or physical appearance, and some would say that it is to sincerely love your partner and be faithful until the end of your lives. Each people would feel happiness when they attain this ideal love relationship and thus, it can be summarized that an ideal love is where you can be happy while going through it. Then in my case, my ideal love would be a love that isn't so restricting. A love where I won't have to meet my partner 24/7, yet we can meet whenever the occasion allows us. A love that allows both of us to keep having fun with friends without having to feel jealous over the people that our partner interacts with. Or to put it simply, a love that isn't so much different from friendship. This is because I think that a love that is too big or deep will cause t...

"Lately, you guys are no fun to provoke." Kaname glances to his side, where his little brother born right after him, Hikaru, lies down with face half buried into a pillow. "Well... we're gotten used to your tricks." "Hmph. Until some moments ago you guys are still pretty easy to stir. Aaah, so boring, so boring!" The blond laughs, then runs his fingers through the younger's hair. "Sorry, Hi-chan, but I guess our playtime is over." "... Hmph." . . . Even though until some moments ago you still come to play with me. Even though until some moments ago I'm still on par with those who you holds as your main priority now. Now... . . . "... Fine. I'll just play with my little brothers." "Hi-chan!" . . . Now the time changes. So I need to change my play style too... right?

Roman, Moira, Märchen © Sound Horizon, Revo Inspired by romandehiver and emptyborder. . "Sudah kubilang, kau itu pasnya menarikan bagian perempuan," Hiver menukas, "lebih terasa alami saat kita melakukan putaran-putaran!" "Hanya karena kau sedikit lebih kekar dariku akibat kegiatan rutinmu," Märchen melirik tumpukan buku yang sudah siap dibawa pergi, "'angkat berat: edisi buku bacaan'. Kalau seperti ini terus, spekulasiku bahwa tahun depan kau akan termutasi sempurna menjadi semacam makhluk peranakan manusia dan gorila akan jadi kenyataan." "Aku tahu kau suka membayangkanku dengan kondisi tubuh sepertiku. Kau dan fetish -mu, hm." Hiver tertawa pelan saat menghindari sikutan Märchen. Aeolia tersenyum saja melihat keduanya bersenda gurau. Sementara kawannya yang kutu buku mengangkut tumpukan pinjamannya dari atas meja, Märchen mengeluarkan CD Rom dan mematikan komputernya, baru menyusul Hiver dan Aeolia yan...

When the large double door of the Pope's Chamber swung open, they—the elite knights of Athena, the Gold Saints, the strongest warriors who pledged to serve the Goddess of War, immediately went down to their knees. They had their head bowing low, a gesture of respect toward the ones walking through the aisle toward the dais. One was the Pope, recognizable by the flowing white, silky robe that swept the floor as he followed the owner of those slender legs. The legs of their Athena, no doubt. None of the knights dared to rise their head, to peek at the appearance of their Goddess, not even the ever so courageous Leo or the ever so mischievous Cancer, before the Pope spoke. "Raise your head, Knights of Athena. You shall now hear a greeting speech from Athena." So they did. They lifted their head, eyes focused on the figure that now had occupied the throne on the dais, then widened. Without a doubt, when all twelve of them heard that the reincarnation of the God...

Orang-orang lemah berkumpul, membentuk kelompok. Kemudian mereka akan mencari kambing hitam—orang yang dapat mereka salahkan atau siksa setiap kali ada sesuatu yang salah dalam kehidupan mereka. Itulah kodrat manusia. Pikiran pesimis seperti itu melintas di benak seorang bocah lelaki yang di kala itu sedang dipukuli dan ditendangi oleh sekumpulan anak-anak seusianya, namun berfisik lebih besar darinya. Karena ia hanya seorang anak kecil bertubuh lemah, ia tidak bisa melakukan apa-apa selain diam dan menerima perbuatan orang-orang di sekitarnya. Karena ia hanya seorang anak kecil yang tidak memiliki orang tua ataupun sanak saudara, tidak ada yang berminat untuk menunjukkan belas kasihan padanya. Karena ia hanyalah seorang anak kecil yang tak memiliki cahaya—tidak setipispun—pada simbol miliknya, maka ia tidak dianggap sebagai saudara sedarah oleh mereka... . . . Hujan mengguyur desa itu dengan derasnya. Orang-orang berlindung di dalam rumah mereka masing...

Hari ini akan jadi hari yang menyenangkan di Playgroup. Shougo yakin itu. Karena hari ini adalah hari di mana mereka—ia dan 'teman-teman' sekelasnya—akan membacakan karangan yang dibuat untuk memenuhi tugas bulanan oleh guru mereka. Guru-gurunya selalu bilang bahwa ia anak yang cerdas. Karangannya kali ini pun yang paling panjang di antara anak-anak di kelas. Ia akan membacakan seluruhnya, dan membuat semua orang yang mendengarkan takjub dengan ceritanya. Karena temanya saja sudah menakjubkan; 'Keluarga-ku'. . . . "Ibu mengatakan kalau Ayah dan Ibunya adalah sepasang iblis. Sementara Ayah adalah seorang titisan Dewa. Keluarga kami adalah keluarga paling unik sejagat raya!" . . . Ketika kedua orangtuanya dipanggil untuk menemui wali kelasnya, mereka berdua tertawa puas mendengar laporan sang wali.

Ikatan. Satu hal yang tak pernah bisa lepas dari kehidupan manusia. Ikatan persahabatan, ikatan kerja, ikatan pernikahan, dan lain-lain. Dan di antara berbagai jenis ikatan itu, menurut Pisces Lugonis hanya ada satu ikatan yang paling indah. . . . "Aku ingin melindungi Kakak, seperti Kakak yang melindungiku dan semuanya yang ada di Sanctuary ini." Jawaban yang tulus dan lurus itu meluncur keluar dari mulut seorang bocah yang usianya tak lebih dari 5 tahun. Terlalu muda untuk memikirkan sesuatu bertema berat seperti itu. Meskipun terucap seolah tak dipikirkan matang-matang, siapapun yang melihat kilat di mata sang bocah kala kalimat tersebut diucapkan akan paham bahwa ia tidak main-main. Tekadnya telah bulat, dan tak akan tergoyahkan meski dengan cara apapun. Ada senyum tipis tersungging di wajah ksatria dari kuil ke-12 itu. Senyum tanda kekaguman. Bocah itu telah memenangkan rasa hormatnya, yang hanya ia sodorkan kepada beberapa orang yang memang terbukti la...

Mengkhayal menurutnya begitu menyenangkan. Mengkhayalkan sebuah adegan seru atau manis adalah yang paling sering ia lakukan, di mana kemudian ia akan menuangkannya dalam bentuk kata-kata, menggubahnya menjadi kisah yang dipandangnya menarik. Mengkhayalkan sesuatu yang lucu ketika pengajar memberikan materi kuliah juga tak jarang ia lakukan, dan lagi biasanya muncul juga ide-ide untuk menjadikannya sebuah kisah pendek. Mengkhayal dan mengkhayal. Karena ia percaya khayalan adalah salah satu dari segelintir hal yang mampu menyelamatkannya dari kegilaan dunia nyata. Mengkhayal, bahkan ketika ia sedih dan marah. Mengkhayalkan apa yang akan ia katakan kepada seseorang yang membuatnya naik pitam, namun berakhir tak bisa ia keluarkan karena sisi rasionalnya cukup kuat untuk menahan dirinya dari mengatakan hal-hal yang tidak seronok, yang akan memperburuk citra dirinya. Mengkhayalkan apa yang akan ia cerocoskan ketika memijat deretan angka pada ponselnya, ketika dadanya sesak dan ...

"Camus! Aku benci kamu!" Camus, yang sedang duduk santai membaca buku di sofa berlengan di ruang tamu, mendongak ke arah asal suara dan menaikkan sebelah alisnya. "... Hah?" "Pokoknya aku benci sama kamu! Titik!" Yang berseru padanya berbicara sambil menuding-nuding sebelum berlari keluar ruangan dengan gaya dramatis, meninggalkan tidak hanya Camus, tapi juga Milo yang sedang tidur-tidur ayam di sana, melongo bingung. Milo menatap sahabatnya, mencari tahu. "Kamu ngapain si Aphrodite, 'Mus?" Yang ditanyai mengangkat bahu tanda tak paham. Namun beruntung, karena seseorang yang masuk ke dalam ruang tamu tak lama setelah kepergian Aphrodite datang dengan sebuah jawaban. "Abaikan saja. Dia lagi labil." "Labil kenapa, Mask? Kenapa Camus yang kena amuk?" Milo semakin bingung. Bukan hal biasa, 'sih, jika seorang Aphrodite mendadak marah-marah. Tapi biasanya dibalik segala kesewotannya itu, si cantik dari kuil ke-12...

Prompt: Cancer - Character A tries to calm character B Characters: Leo Regulus, Agasha . . . Ketika ia mendengar berita tentang kematian Albafica, dengan segera Regulus berlari ke arah Makam Saint. Kepalanya menoleh ke sana kemari, mencari-cari dengan pandangan matanya yang tajam sekiranya yang mana makam dari Saint Pisces tersebut dari sekian banyak kuburan yang ada di sana. Tidak butuh waktu lama baginya, karena ketika ia melihat ke suatu arah, sosok seseorang yang lumayan familiar tertangkap dalam jarak pandangnya dan ia langsung tahu bahwa itulah makam yang dicarinya. Karena seseorang yang tengah berdoa di hadapan makam itulah yang sebenarnya ia cari. "Agasha!" Yang dipanggil menoleh dan terlihat terkejut melihatnya berlari mendekat. "Regulus- sama ! A-apa yang Anda lakukan di sini...?" Regulus berhenti berlari ketika ia tiba di hadapan gadis yang usianya hanya beberapa tahun lebih muda darinya itu. Namun, bukannya langsung menjawab sapaan Agash...