Author has written 3 stories for Final Fantasy VIII, and Silent Hill.

Ah, the sadness of saying "farewell"
Dust, dancing dust
Round round merry-go-round
Quivering at such a sight
Bright life merry-go-round

My heart...it begins to reflect
The memory of you smiling, beckoning me
The illusion of a child, dancing carelessly
My spirit faded into darkness
I gave up, empty, torn apart


~Közi; Honey Vanity

Now...I'm a self-proclaimed Freya (from Matantei Loki Ragnarok), as I loved Loki but he didn't feel the same way. Also I look a bit like her...

Loki is good, Közi is good, Schwarz Stein is good. Sophia/Sif and Jacob/Heimdall are better.

I eat flowers, not much else. And I tend to be obsessive. Frighteningly so, in fact. I've been reading too much Norse mythology lately, and...irony is my God. If you understand me, then your aura is purple, or something like that. Whatever Jacob/Heimdall said.

What more to say about me? Go to my livejournal if you care.

As far as writing goes. I mainly write Silent Hill and Final Fantasy VIII, perhaps there'll be some Matantei Loki Ragnarok when I get it from pocky-chan...

I've given up on The Slain. It seems I was too mature when I was ten... >_>; However, I'll be writing a lot over Spring Break. You can probably expect a few random one-shots and an FFVIII fic based on one of my favorite songs, found here: http://centigrade.blandplanet.com/translations/strawberryandlion_sophia.htm

Speaking of music, I enjoy it very much. In fact, it almost always influences my writing. If I ever post one of my long crossover-epics, I'll include the entire soundrack along with it...my favorite translation of my personal theme song (Gravity, by Luna Sea) can be found here: http://roger666.narod.ru/lyrics/lslyrics/elunacy.html#egravity
I've seen the same translation elsewhere, unfortunately I no longer to whom to credit it.

I love forbidden things, also. Should probably write something more interesting here. But that's all, for the moment.

white relinquishment
red flower petals, destroyed
the colour of the scars have faded

harmony in a capricious kiss
the scent of indiscretion overflows

frozen touch
coils around sweet flattery
he would have died
with such a lovely sigh

all hope of a last chance
flows sorrowfully away...

~Schwarz Stein; transient

In your eyes I found my own
Have you found yours in mine?