Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login
"I think. . .that I'm drowning."

Today was more about living, and yesterday was more about drugs.

I remember the first day you took me by the hand and lead me into the city, exposing my pale flesh to the world like a Broadway show in the middle of Times Square. The homeless in the shadows watched you spin me in circles, making me dance, and the rich children in movie-star clothes stopped in their tracks and dropped their Frisbees, while the famous in the limousines called the world to a stop.

Everyone stopped and starred with awe in their crystal eyes as you twirled me around your finger, dipped me into the Fountains of Youth, and held me so close to the stars that it hurt. The sun beat down against my skin in vain, although it was merely March, as though we where in the middle of the desert in blooming July. I'd never felt such a thing before-never had I left the safety of the palace in the ghetto, windows boarded over and door bolted shut.

I ordered food from the only source of light in that gray safety-net, and instructed the confused delivery boys to put it in the metal box under the window, and push the button. The button brought the box under the walls and into my lap, and I'd empty it and send it back. If they stuck around long enough, I'd slip cash into the box once the pile was getting small, and smiled at the happiness I imagined them having when they found it. Although, a few times, the boys left because it was taking so long, and I hoped every time that the poor beyond the cemented walls enjoyed their feast.

When I ordered my December necessities, you where the delivery girl, and that was the day-and, in the bigger picture, the month-in which Fate and Destiny danced, forever entwining themselves, and ourselves, together.

"You want me to put it in this box, and push the button?"



After a steady hour you where done, and I smiled softly, and, along with the money for the food and such, I put a white envelope in the box. 'Do Not Open Until You Have Left' it read, and you obeyed because you thanked me and left-I imagined your smile, wide and bright and shimmering like the sea in the pictures on the screen of my only love.

The next day, you came back.

"Hey. It's me, the delivery girl?"

There was something in your voice that wasn't present the day before, besides the hesitant and questioning sliver of syllables, you where happy and that pleased me, although I was confused as to why you'd shown up again.

"Oh, hello. How nice to hear you again." Normal people would say 'see', but I couldn't see you-and that pained me.

"Thanks so much for the gift, you didn't have to, you know."

"Yes I did. It made you happy, didn't it?"

"Well, yeah. . ."

"Then what's the matter?"

"I'm just. . .not used to getting so much just given to me."

"I'm sorry if it was hard for you to accept, but I won't take it back."

"Yeah, I figured you'd say that. . .you paid for my mom and me's rent for three months, you know."

"Is that good?"

"It's. . .amazing, actually."


"Things have been hard lately."


"The bastard took everything and left us, poor and hungry."

"Your father?"

"Not anymore."

We went on like that for a week, mindless chat at first, growing quickly into a deep and profound conversation like none other. Each day, when you left to go to work or to go home, sorrow swelled up my throat and I could barely croak a simple goodbye into the microphone without shedding a few tears; I'd never had a friend before.

On the 12th you decided that it was about time that we met. You stuffed yourself into the metal box and pushed the button, holding your breath for the longest 15 seconds of your life. I'd never seen another person before, and lost my voice when you tumbled into my lap. You where so soft and warm, and so light, I wondered how you hadn’t floated away in the wind-I'd heard that New York gets a lot of that, but I wouldn’t know.


My lips moved but my words where forever lost, taken from my soul by the beauty and innocence in your every feature. Your eyes where brown and sparkly, shinning gold in the fluorescent light from above. Your hair was silky and long, crimson in color that came from a bottle, black at the finest of roots.

"Didn't think you'd ever see me, did you?"

Your voice was so angelic and clear from The Inside versus The Outside through the speaker.

"You okay?"

Worry dented your brow and you looked down into my skull, still having not moved from my lap. You lifted your hand, put it to my chin, and pulled my gaze up into your eyes.

"Hey, it's okay. No need to be scared or anything. I'm your friend, you know that."

Your gaze made my knees weaken, although I was still sitting down.

"You've lived here all your life, haven't you? And I'm the first human you've ever seen besides yourself, right?" Your voice was fluttered with realization and sprinkled with microscopic gasps.

Slowly, I began to speak. "Y-Yes."

You laughed softly, amused by my far-too-obvious nervousness. "So you've never seen the world?"

"I've seen The World, I have a computer, you know." I pointed to it, the blue screen pulsating behind you like a jealous heartbeat.

You smiled, and put your arms around my shoulders, causing me to go into Shock. "This is a hug." Kindness and trace amounts of laughter echoed in your words. "When you hug someone, you put your arms around them and hold them." I tried it, and your whole body smiled. "Good, that's it."

"Will you teach me. . .h-how to b-b-be. . .Human?" My voice shook as I asked, scared you'd mock me or refuse me or something else just as horrible to imagine.

"You're already human, you just need to grasp your core."

"My. . .Core?"

"Yes. I'll show you it. I promise."

We met like that every day, and you taught me everything that I'd ever need to know about being Human. You took me on a delicate tour of my Core, and every minute of it drove me to insanity, it was so thrilling. You called that Adrenaline.

In February, you taught me above the 'L' word, or as other Humans called it, Love.

"What is this. . .L. . .you speak of?"


"What is it? What does it mean?"

"The dictionary defines it 21 ways along with 6 idioms and 1 verb phrase."

"But. . .what does it mean?"

"Primarily. . .'a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person'."

"Oh. How do you know when it is here?"

"Sometimes you have to look real close to see it, concentrate, but sometimes it's obvious as blood in snow."

I smiled, gazing at your pearly white skin, pale in a beautiful way, and the waterfall of icicle blood falling from your head in a delicate wave. It was then that I first compared you to Love.

"Is Love a person?"


"Can love be a person?"

"Only in mythology, love is a feeling one has towards another."


On the first of March you arrived as you always did, only you dressed different than you normally did. Instead of the usual ripped jeans and worn T-shirt, occasionally topped with an old sweater, you where clad in an elegant black dress. It was strapless and swooped low-not low enough to by the clothes of a Skank, but low enough to reveal-, and fell to the ground with simple beauty, and hugged your figure in all the right places, making you look simply perfect. And again I compared you to Love.


As the first time you came into my world unannounced through the metal box, I starred in awe, mouth hanging open.

"Do you like it?" You stood up, and spun in a circle, slow and, dare I say, seductive. The back was tied up tight, like a corset, all the way to your tailbone, and I swore I could see your spine and other such back bones clearly.

"It's beautiful."

You grinned, your whole body smiling at me happily. "My mom worked an extra job while I was here to save up for it, so I didn't know. It's my birthday present."

"Birthday present?"

"Yeah, in the outside people give their friends and family present on their birthdays. Mine's today. I'm twenty now." You happiness grew, and I frowned.

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't have a present for you. . ."

"I didn't want you to go to the trouble."

"But you're my friend. I should."

". . .Your birthday's in a week, right?"

"How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess." You winked, and I wondered.

"You can't get me a present if I can't get you one."

"Don't worry, my present to you will be your present to me."


"I'm breaking down the door and taking you outside."

The next day you wore the dress again, and when you fell from the metal box I watched in awe as the fabric floated like a cloud and fell gracefully to the ground as, like always, you landed in my lap. A smile was painted on your face already, and I wonder what could be so amazing.

"You'll be nineteen, right?"

"I guess so."

"So you're still eighteen?"


"That works."

"For what?"

"You need sunlight, you know. It's healthy."

"I'm fine. . .for what?"

"No, you're not fine. You're too pale."

"In that dress, you're as pale as me."


"But it looks good on you."

You didn't come again until the day of my birthday, and you wore the dress again, only this time the top and the lace of the back was sparkling with beautiful little crystals-I knew you couldn't afford diamonds. In your hands you held a box all wrapped in black fabric and tied with a bow of blood-red ribbon at the top.

"For you."

You stood up and handed the box to me, then stepped back and watched, nervous and jittery as could be. I untied the ribbon with care, and set it to the side, then delicately pulled off the velvety fabric. The box was white and minimally heavy, I sat for a moment taking it all in. I'd never gotten a present before. You stood on the tips of your toes-I knew because I was watching the hem of your dress when it rose-and held your breath. I lifted away the top of the box, and gasped. Starring up at me was your dress in crimson, just like your hair, and even the crystals where the same. I pulled it out, holding it up by the bust, and stood, letting the box fall to the ground. My voice and my breath caught in my throat, making it impossible to breathe.

"Do you like it?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I wondered how you'd gotten my size, you'd never asked me it before, and how you'd gotten to money to buy it. Tears choked up my eyes and fell in silent streams down my cheeks, and sadness filled your lips.

"You d-don't like it?"

I wasn't sure how to answer, so I laid the dress on the chair and hugged you, tight as I possibly could. In that moment, the world felt so right that it hurt to even think of anything else. Your arms fell over my shoulders and I clung tighter to your waist, my arms creeping up your back and latching to your shoulders. Your heartbeat echoed in my ears, and thundered through my entire body.

"I think. . .I know who Love is."



Your body smiled again, like it loved and I loved it to. I smiled in response, suddenly wondering if my body could smile like yours could.

"You should try it on-see if it fits."

"How did you afford it?"

I let go of you hesitantly and picked up the dress, cradling it in my arms.

"The last few days. . .I was working."

"A second job?"

"Yeah. . .'job'."

I stepped into the shadows and unzipped my jeans, letting them fall to the floor, and peeled off my shirt and let it fall, too.

"Um. . .how do you put on a dress?"

You laughed as I stood there, suddenly quite shy and self-conscious. Slowly, you walked over, letting your eyes adjust to the dark, and you gasped.

"You're so thin!"

"No, this is how girls look."

"Honey, it's not how they're supposed to look. . .I can count your bones." Your voice shook and cracked, your mind obviously racing to figure out how I could look like Perfection when I bought so much food. "What about the food?"

"I eat barely any of it. Like I Should. Most goes out the box and to the poor Outside."

"Why do you think you. . .should?" Tears welled up in your eyes, and suddenly I was very afraid to touch you, as though you where made of glass and one touch could break you.

"The internet. All over, the girls look like Perfect. I look like Perfect."

You started to cry, and I backed into the corner, falling to my knees and crying with you. It occurred to me that maybe I wasn't your Perfect or your Love or your Anything anymore, and I clutched my stomach so tight that it hurt to even so much as breath.

Slowly, you turned, and gazed upon my shaking figure with kindness.

"Hey, it's okay. If that's your perfect than it's my perfect, too."

"Y-y-you really m-mean it?"

A smile was your only response as you took my hand gently, and pulled me to my feet. "We've gotta get you dressed if we're going outside today."

You showed me how to curl up in the metal box, and how to push the button without risking hurting your fingers when the box launched. You said you'd wait outside for me, so it would be easier. I watched you go, and still, I cried, careful not to get any on my new, beautiful dress. You told me that it was okay to come out and I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and squeezed into the small space. I pressed the button and kept my eyes shut like the wallets of the rich around the needy and let no air enter my lungs.

I landed in your lap, eyes still closed and not yet breathing. "Open your eyes, doll." Your voice was soft, and your hand slipped into mine. I think I almost broke every bone in that precious hand of yours.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and gasped. Even in the Ghetto there was beauty. Air that would be chilly to any Normal Human struck my skin like matches, and the sun danced on my skin like fire. "It's so hot here." You laughed and said something about Phoenix in the summer-I wasn't paying attention, I was too busy starring at my Love.

In the sun, your features where intensified. Your eyes glowed like liquid gold and your hair shone like silky blood. Your skin reflected the light in the most beautiful way, and you looked like an Angel to me. I gasped and continued to stare, and pink started to bloom in your cheeks like fireworks. "Do I have something on my face?"


You laughed, and your cheeks broke out in more pink fireworks.

We entered the park in a daze, hands held tight and our skin soaking up so many starring eyes that it was almost sickening. There, in the middle of Central Park, you taught me how to dance. Your feet moved in perfect harmony and your arms sang out in a beautiful melody, guiding my fumbling body. Hundreds of eyes stopped and starred at the two girls in the sparkling satin dresses twirled through the most elegant and beautiful dance they had ever laid eyes on. Traffic stopped and people left their cars, awed by the fact that as the girls danced, a light snow began to fall, landing in their hair like rain and shimmering like diamonds in the desert. A pearl-white smile graced each sweet face, and in that confusion the world entire was changed.

Somehow we ended up waltzing through Times Square and then we landed on my doorstep, my head dipped down and your arms the only thing keeping me from a damaged brain. Without a word you lifted me, and kissed my forehead. We entered back through the metal box, you first once again, and you caught me in your arms, standing. Somehow you knew where my bedroom was and carried me there, fire glowing in your eyes. None of the lights where on, but I could still see you and it appeared as though you could see me, too. You set me down gently on my brand-new unused bed from twelve years ago, and pulled the ribbon from my corset. It fell to the ground like a shinning strip of blood, and my dress fell. You lifted my legs and slipped it off, hunger in your lips. You turned around, and I pulled the ribbon from your corset, careful to watch your dress fall to the ground in harmony with my own. Your whole body smiled like I loved so much, and then you showed me what Love truly is.

first actual prose in a LONG time.
[it started as a poem, which explains the first two lines]

and i used DIALOGUE. omgsoamazing.
[i'm baaaaad with dialogue and hate it lots&lots]

and i'm in love with it. <3

at first it was going to be 'jewels in the desert', but i stopped liking that title halway through. haha.

i was actually in the middle of typing up the shitake mushprose i wrote while camping 'cause jules wanted me to, but i got inspired and distracted. lol.

the girls are jude and lucy-my unknown and neverbeforeseenorheardfrom ocs that i plan to buy in doll form.
[i got their names from the songs "hey jude" and "lucy in the sky with diamonds" by the beatles <3]

jude is the one with crimson hair. hair color in doll form- [link] hair length in doll form- [link]
edit; i found jude in doll form- [link] [here's an edit i did in photoshop to 'test' it; i also did an edit to 'test' the lucy doll]
lucy is the other one. general look [hair exact, face a bit more innocent]- [link]
i'd love to hand-make them, rather then buy them, and have someone on doa cast them [in resin. duh.], but i couldn't sculpt a decent one for a million bucks. T-T

oh, and in case you're wondering, the 'job' jude got to pay for lucy's dress was on the street corner; it was the only was she could make enough money in time. as a child, her father sexually abused and raped her, so she was used to that sorta thing.
for a while, jude had a problem with drugs, mainly heroin, which is the second reason for the second line of the story.

the inspiration for the dresses [which i plan on getting for the girls once they're bought as dolls] is [link]

P.S. the only things i know about new york is what i've learned from watching tv, so don't kill me if i got stuff wrong, pleeeease.

edit621;I've decided to dedicate this little work of prose to a few people. In no particular order, they are:
Kiani~ You truly are amazing, darling. You've inspired dozens of poems and stories, including this one, and are one of the greatest muses I know. You're also simply beautiful, and a wonderful model, even if my photos aren't so spectacular. Whether you know it or not, you've truly helped me a lot, in so many ways. Thank you, for everything.
I love you, babe. :]
Alycea~ I know you don't like cheesey things, but too bad. You know that you've helped me through so much that it's stunning, and I *still* can't believe that you've stuck around for so long. Haha. Through the years [don't I sound old? xD] you've kept my spirit up and my head above water, all the while praising practically everything I write, even though most of my early work was absolutely beyond terrible and makes me ashamed to think about. So I guess it's all your fault that I'm still writing, go you. :]
Jules~ I may have not 'known you well for very long' by most peoples' standards, but it seems like I've known you forever. You can always manage to bring a smile to my face [and an insane ammount of red (blushingduh) to my cheeks]. Your photography is simply beautiful, and really inspiring.
LeeAnn~ I don't know you very well, but you are fucking awesome. I've watched you since your first DD, and I'm pretty sure that I've favorited everything that you've written since, maybe with the exclusion of a piece or two [though I highly doubt it, I am a rabid fangirl after all ^^]. And the really amazing part is that all of it has inspired me in some way, even if I'm too lazy to do something with said inspiration. And it's your fault that all my recent work has happened. I tried out a tweaked version of your style, and fell in love all over again. And, when I'm feeling all happyconfident-like, you're the only person I'll admit to being a better writer than me [though I'm sure there's more, I just don't know about 'em], which I think my mom is sick of hearing [along with having to deal with my "OMG LEEANN HAS FAV'D SOMETHING! :'O 8D <3 -faints-" moments. hahaha].


can be found at :icondapride: here [link]

won honorable mention in :iconemeraldsugar:'s The Gift Competition II.

won honorable mention in :iconinnocencedied2nite:'s where is the heart? contest.

entered in :iconbeautywithanedge:'s love contest.

featured; [link]
Add a Comment:
mrSunshine357 Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2011
I normally hate reading but i have to say your little what ever it was kept me hooked line after line after line and then it was done ): *sigh I enjoyed it while it lasted lol :sun:

If this is your crap work I'm afraid to read your good stuff it might blow my mind lol....
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
Aw thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it. <3

Haha most of my recent stuff is a LOT worse. xD
HollySheep Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2011
This is a great story, and I enjoyed reading it a lot! The descriptions are great, the plot is awesome, too. I liked the point of view you took, and the fact you put some things in, like the society's mistaken (in my opinion) look on 'perfection' and what it does to girls all around the world. I liked the dresses. xD Though, wouldn't she dirty it while going up the box? Or is it a clean box?... Never mind! I like both your characters and their personalities. Great work - beautiful!

I do have a few things to point out that bothered my throughout my reading (though, I will say this much – it didn't make me stop reading, which just goes to prove how interesting and sucking the story was); How the hell Jude knew all these things about Lucy?
Second - It took me a long time to realize they were both girls. At the beginning I thought Lucy was a girl because she said someone took her out and made her dance, but then I thought she might be a boy because of the delivery 'girl', and only at the part with the dresses my head finally got the fact they were both girls. Maybe it's just me, since I don't read too many stories about same sex relationship that it wasn't my first thought (Ps - there is nothing wrong with those kind of stories, at all, I just don't come across them too much...) but maybe you could add a clarification to that somewhere...
One last thing - in the last part, Lucy says it's so hot there, but then it snows? I don't know much about NY either so maybe that does make sense (where I'm from snow doesn't fall when it's hot, that's all...) but thought I'd ask anyway ^^

Anyway, beautiful work – awesome! Faved ^^
ShortAxel Featured By Owner May 8, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
Haha thank you so much! <3
The box gets cleaned on a regular basis, so minimal damage was done. :)

1. Jude is just awesome like that. xD But seriously, I have no idea. She's just one of those characters than ran off on her own and did what she wanted and I let her.
2. I didn't want it to be too glaringly obvious, or to warp how a person viewed the story. I tried to not make it the main focus so the story itself would be what the reader focused on the most.
3. Lucy spent her whole life inside a little house, and although its not mentioned the house was kept very cold so she was used to very frigid temperatures.

Thank you so very much! I'm very glad you enjoyed it! <3
ShealShpal Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2012   Digital Artist
That made me very confused though.
At first I thought it was one point of view, but then it switched. Then I thought Lucy was a boy to a girl. I thought Jude was a boy until I heard dresses. 8\
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
What made you confused?
The point of view never switched. It was Lucy the entire time. Its also mentioned specifically that Jude is the delivery girl. But I don't see why knowing their genders from the beginning is such a huge deal.
ShealShpal Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2012   Digital Artist
I know the POVs didn't switch. I assumed so for some reason LOL
ButteredCoat Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2011
That was one of the most amazing things I ever read. It was beautiful. It made me happy and sad at the same time, and there were things I could relate to. This prose, is the definition of brilliant.
ShortAxel Featured By Owner May 8, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you so much! <3333
ButteredCoat Featured By Owner May 9, 2011
you're welcome :)
Fuzzyy Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2011

xXElleXx Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2010   Writer
A beautiful piece of prose, wonderfully written. The way you hinted at the 'job' was done really well; I think most people would pick up on what it was, but I like how it wasn't overly explicit. Nice work.
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
thank you. :]
wh0rem0ans Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2010
this reminds me of a scene from rent
DailyLitDeviations Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2010
Your wonderful literary work has been chosen to be featured by DLD (Daily Literature Deviations) in a news article that can be found here [link]
Be sure to check out the other artists featured and show your support by :+fav:ing the News Article.

Keep writing and keep creating.
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
thank you very much! <3
googly-googly2 Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2010
Wow this is amazing. I'm confused as to why Lucy has never been outside though.
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
because she's agoraphobic.
her parents were as well, so they never took her out.
googly-googly2 Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2010
Oh I understand now. Thanks!
all-that-you-assume Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2010
The concept for this is... incredible.
Gods. Wonderful.
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
thank you very much, i'm glad you enjoyed it. ^w^
all-that-you-assume Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2010
Oh very much so.
untilwefindit Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2010
wow this was amazing! so well written!
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
thank you! i'm glad you enjoyed it. :]
crazy-melody Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
lovely, beautiful. Best story i have read for a while, and it made me hold my breath and almost cry, its very touching and nice...
i congratulate you ^^
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
aw, wow, thank you! <333
i'm very glad that you enjoyed it!
crazy-melody Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
you are welcome
and thanks for replying
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
no problem. ^w^
crazy-melody Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
AnonWriterIsAnon Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2010  Student Digital Artist
Oh my... I love this... It's beautiful..
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
thank you. :]
i'm glad you enjoyed it.
CherryFlamingUke Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2010  Student
oh my god!!!!! this was such a great story!!!! <3
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
thank you very much! <3
CaligulaReplicant Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2009
I really enjoyed this piece immensely. Once I started I couldn't stop... A certain familiarity, I am not sure, but thanks for letting me and others read it.
loveless201 Featured By Owner May 28, 2009
wow i absolutely loved was extremely captivating....i just love your style of writing and the vivid details that you put into this piece...awesome job!!! :D
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2009  Hobbyist Photographer
thanks so much!
xxhollyraexx Featured By Owner May 19, 2009
Ive read over this so many times...the first line just captures my attention straight away!...ive already added it to favs otherwise i'd add it again...haven't spoken to you in a while so really just popping by to say hey:)

xo holly-rae
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2009  Hobbyist Photographer
haha thanks. <3

and hello. ^w^
xxhollyraexx Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2009
haha, this is still one of my favourites...and i think i added it quite a while ago;) are you? ive not spoken to you in a while.

how are things?

xo holly-rae
RavensQuill Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2009  Student Writer
Thank you for entering the contest. and Good Luck!
Miss-Madwell Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
This is beautiful, I swear I'm so jealous. Give me your talent?
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2008  Hobbyist Photographer
Aw, thanks.
If I could I'd give you some. :]
colors-tag Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2008   Writer
Jude and Lucy from Across the Universe?
Thats the only thing I can remember.
Favorite movie ever.
I love the story, keep writing.
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2008  Hobbyist Photographer
Technically, Jude and Lucy from the songs, but close enough.

Aw thanks so much, I'm glad you liked it. ^.^
nozomi-san Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2008
That's the best thing I've read in a long, long time.
Amazing job, seriously! It's so beautiful :heart:
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2008  Hobbyist Photographer
Thanks so much! <33333
Haikit Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2008

ShortAxel Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2008  Hobbyist Photographer

Haikit Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2008
ShortAxel Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2008  Hobbyist Photographer
Add a Comment:

:iconshortaxel: More from ShortAxel

Featured in Collections

dapride by Adaria48

More from DeviantArt


Submitted on
June 19, 2008
File Size
17.5 KB


4,220 (1 today)
95 (who?)