Poison - Chapter 8*Heaven's P.O.V.*Poison - Chapter 8 by StrongButGentle
That night, when I put on my coral-colored tanktop and gray sweatpants for bed, I stood there for several moments with my hands on my hips, the lamp still on.
I was amazed by all of that. I could still feel Dante's touch. It had soothed and cooled the passionate heat that had burdened my body for days, like aloe on a sunburn. I had no idea what had happened, yet I also somehow knew exactly what had happened.
How could such a dangerous man have been so harmless and still, when with me? Could I have given him that peace?
I lay flat on my bed, looked at the ceiling, and sighed, intoxicated with the elation.
My phone buzzed on my nightstand. I picked it up to see a text from Dante.
Will I see you again bella?
I texted back, Definitely
I sat down to lunch with my friends Jennifer, Vivienne, and Nina on Monday.
"Hey, Heaven, you've seemed really burned out for the past week. We were planning a sleepover at Vivienne's this weekend," Jenn
Poison - Chapter 7*Heaven's P.O.V.*Poison - Chapter 7 by StrongButGentle
Bright, fiery orange rays cast across the sky in the evening sunset. I took the path toward Temmerton High school, but then strayed past it, out into the forest I had been in a few days ago. I had forgotten it on Tuesday, but when I looked at the texts from Dante, I remembered that Dante lived deep in this forest. The intense sunset and the warm autumn leaves made it look almost as if the forest was on fire. As I walked up the hill, a crisp breeze blew past my legs, slightly chilling my bare calves, where my leggings ended just past my knees. My skirt lapped against my thighs.
I held my purse tightly against me, and kept treading uphill, further and further into the forest until I came across a little house. To my surprise, Dante was already outside.
He smiled at me. Gosh, that beautiful smile. "Buonanotte, Heaven. You're here."
He came over to me and kissed me on both cheeks, as Europeans do. But he lingered by my left cheek. "I have to ask you not to tell any
Poison - Chapter 6*Heaven's P.O.V.*Poison - Chapter 6 by StrongButGentle
It eventually became too much to take on Friday. My head was literally pounding. The strange romantic fantasies overflowed in my mind as I started to pine torturously for Dante. I would even have strange dreams of kissing him and wake up with heat all over my body. It would sink into all of my clothes and wouldn't come off of my skin even after a cool shower.
Right after the bell rang on Friday afternoon, I texted Dante, I want to see you tonight. I truly did. I could feel my heart alleviate as I thought of seeing his face again, talking to him, being with him. There was a slight pang of fear, too, at having texted him that. But it was what I wanted.
My phone buzzed. I'll see you tonight then, read a text from Dante. I heard his silky whispered voice as I read it and a warmth soothed me.
I walked home and did my homework as usual, trying to act natural. I read a book to calm my nervous mind, but my hands trembled as I held it and I couldn't make myself l
Poison - Chapter 5*Heaven's P.O.V.*Poison - Chapter 5 by StrongButGentle
The next day was Tuesday, since it had been a long weekend. Tuesday meant school. When I got up and showered, though my mind was constantly on something, fatigue wouldn't allow me to think straight this early in the morning. But when I rubbed the foggy steam from the bathroom mirror, I wondered...would Dante think I was pretty? I had long brown hair, smooth light skin, purple eyes (which were extremely rare), full lips, and a thin, shapely body. I wore a little makeup to enhance my appearance. I thought I was relatively pretty, but did Dante find me attractive?
Oh, what the hell was I thinking.
I boarded the rusted, run-down bus and sat in the near back with Zephyr. The other kids automatically started to chat with each other, but I stared out the clouded window, watching the landscape of people's yards go by in a blur of green...then my mind wandered.
I thought of Dante, his warm olive skin that looked so smooth I had felt an urge to reach out and touch it, his str
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Is it Me? Or is Deviantart Dying?I was chatting to some art/writing friends online, and it seemed to be something we agreed upon.Is it Me? Or is Deviantart Dying? by K-Koji
Deviantart seems kinda dead, or like it's dying or something. Or is that just for me ( and the people I've spoken to?). Honestly, I think a lot of the changes they made are responsible.
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I've been here a long time. Well, I suppose I wasn't active for many years. I lived in Japan and Deviantart has no presence there. But then 3.5 years ago I decided to teach myself to paint, so I suddenly became active.
I think a lot of the recent Site Updates to Deviantart have really made things hard for those of us who are serious about artwork ( or maybe everyone?). Usually, it was fairly standard that when you post a new
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Ever since the Cold War started, any country that had turned to communism were immediately torn of any relations with the US. Because of this, America was no longer allowed to visit any of the countries that turned communism, China included.
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I have been drawing since I was six years old. I didn't think much of my drawings, but my classmates were stunned by them. I drew a pair of pink Converse sneakers when I was nine years old, and my mom was so amazed she got me to sign it and made copies of it to everyone she knew. Then she consigned me to a ton of art courses in drawing, painting, and a little of ceramics at Attleboro Art Museum in Rhode Island.
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