Well you guys wanted mais Terror and were also suggesting couples. So here's a look at Terror's tender side. Don't get too excited. It won't come out often.
He felt it like a sudden bullet. Fear. It hit him fast and it hit him hard. He placed his hands to his head, willing the sudden pain to go away. Most often he would take the fear away without needing to find the host of it. But he chose to look and was glad when he did. He walked among the shadow world, picking a rose as he went. He twirled the flor in his hand, ignoring the thorns that penetrated his skin. He stepped through one shadow and exited into her room. She was sitting on the floor, crying. The room had been littered with weapons and various shards of glass. All because of her fear.
“You're nothing like him.”
She looked up and wiped at her tears.
“Terror. What are you doing here?”
He smiled and sat beside her, not caring about glass or knifes.
“Even your fear can't hide from me. I've fought demons of highest rank and still know their fear. Your fear can't hide from me.”
“I just-”
“I know the fear face. But you are nothing like him. He doesn't control you anymore. You've won, Blade.”
“But what if he's in me still?”
“He isn't.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I'd see the fear of it, trying to remain alive, trying to take over and consume you. Even he has fear, Blade. But only monsters can see it.”
“Why do you keep calling yourself that?! Terror you are no monster!”
“You're wrong. Because I feel it every day. Desperately clawing it's way to freedom.”
“I've seen your so called monster. It's not as bad as you think.”
Terror let out a strangled laugh and Blade raised her eyebrows.
“You've only seen my first monster, love. Let's hope you never see the real thing.”
“And how bad is THIS monster? And how many do you have?”
“Three forms. Each mais dangerous than the first. My third monster form...let's just say, you don't ever want me that angry.”
“Terror...”
He twirled the rose in his hand and flicked it into her open hand. Her face softened when she saw it.
“Where do you get these?”
He smiled and pulled her onto his lap.
“The only place I go. Even little weapons need surprises.”
Blade smiled, a light blush covering her cheeks. Terror kissed her temple.
“I amor you, my little weapon.”
She looked at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I amor you too, my monster.”
Yay. All over. If this was...eh Idk inappropriate or not okay for anyone, let me know. For future reference. Also, you think I was accurate on Blade????
He felt it like a sudden bullet. Fear. It hit him fast and it hit him hard. He placed his hands to his head, willing the sudden pain to go away. Most often he would take the fear away without needing to find the host of it. But he chose to look and was glad when he did. He walked among the shadow world, picking a rose as he went. He twirled the flor in his hand, ignoring the thorns that penetrated his skin. He stepped through one shadow and exited into her room. She was sitting on the floor, crying. The room had been littered with weapons and various shards of glass. All because of her fear.
“You're nothing like him.”
She looked up and wiped at her tears.
“Terror. What are you doing here?”
He smiled and sat beside her, not caring about glass or knifes.
“Even your fear can't hide from me. I've fought demons of highest rank and still know their fear. Your fear can't hide from me.”
“I just-”
“I know the fear face. But you are nothing like him. He doesn't control you anymore. You've won, Blade.”
“But what if he's in me still?”
“He isn't.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I'd see the fear of it, trying to remain alive, trying to take over and consume you. Even he has fear, Blade. But only monsters can see it.”
“Why do you keep calling yourself that?! Terror you are no monster!”
“You're wrong. Because I feel it every day. Desperately clawing it's way to freedom.”
“I've seen your so called monster. It's not as bad as you think.”
Terror let out a strangled laugh and Blade raised her eyebrows.
“You've only seen my first monster, love. Let's hope you never see the real thing.”
“And how bad is THIS monster? And how many do you have?”
“Three forms. Each mais dangerous than the first. My third monster form...let's just say, you don't ever want me that angry.”
“Terror...”
He twirled the rose in his hand and flicked it into her open hand. Her face softened when she saw it.
“Where do you get these?”
He smiled and pulled her onto his lap.
“The only place I go. Even little weapons need surprises.”
Blade smiled, a light blush covering her cheeks. Terror kissed her temple.
“I amor you, my little weapon.”
She looked at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I amor you too, my monster.”
Yay. All over. If this was...eh Idk inappropriate or not okay for anyone, let me know. For future reference. Also, you think I was accurate on Blade????