[Poetry] White Angel

Leave the moon, descend on misty night with me
Blissful prayers were spoken, everyday, everynight
They reach me. I am your angel.
You will end with me, during lovely nights,
Excanging promises to lift you curse of woes
Kisses upon your lips to bring the smile out
My love, take my hand, I'll take you to heavenly Earth

-15012013-
A poem based on my unpublished fanfiction. About an angel who selfishly pulls a saddened human into his world. Neither of them could say whether it's for better or worse.

[Orific] Authority

Vianna Orchidia (c) 2012

Authority

Warning: colorful words, somewhat KHR-based

 

“Everyone!”

I tried to yell, raising my voice above the noise, but it was in vain. No one seemed to hear me, and they kept chattering away, very well ignoring me who was standing straight in the head of the table. Oh-My-God. I tried my best not to ruffle my own hair out of frustration. No, I must contain myself, and preserve my image. I am the damn next head of family, for fuck's sake.

Argh, why did I become the head, anyway? Scratch that, how did I become the head? I'm as well as the worst leader out there. Those elders must have lost their mind when they picked me. I knew there had been other candidates, but why did it have to be me?

Gosh.

I took a deep breath, a habit I'd grown to have ever since I got involved in this whole fiasco to calm myself. I reminded myself of my tutor. Of what she said about being a charismatic leader. She also told me that I had that quality in me, that's why I was chosen. I trusted her, thus tried to trust in myself.

So I tried again. Raising my voice, but not yelling. Ordering.

“Silence, everyone.”

And like magic, it worked. I didn't know how, but they absolutely obeyed my order as the commotion died in a second. Even though I said it in a voice lower than before. Shit, I thought, so actually they did hear me. Bunch of assholes.

After they stopped moving and shifting, I coughed once. “Well, everyone, thank you for your presence at this dinner. I am here in Ninth's place because he had an urgent matter to attend.” I paused, inspecting each and every eyes. Like what Ninth had taught me. I looked into their soul, demanding trust and loyalty. And then, in the most gracious tone I had, I introduced myself.

“My name is Kalshmia Layn, and I am the Tenth Head of Toretto Famiglia.” I smiled, knowing that it had a touch of authority. “Nice to meet you all.”

A/N:

As again, this was written out of fury and annoyance. Though what happened didn't acually match the storyline, but well, I just needed some emotion release. By the way, if you notice this is tagged under orific and fanfiction, because I'm not so sure. Although this is by no means intended to be a fanfiction, but in the end it has a KHR-aura, with all those mafia and tenth head things. I've been obsessed with KHR lately lol.

[Fanfic] Accolade

A/N:
People! Behold the first fanfiction published here! And the honored fandom is, Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Oh, and excuse the penname. I do use two pennames, one for fanfiction, one for orifics. If you find an author by the name Annasthacy Chashyme anywhere, then 99,999% she's me.
This was written while I was having a test at class. Lol. I finished too quickly that I was left bored so I started to scribble down anything and it turned out a Fon/Fem!Mammon thingy! I'm glad I can finally write something about them, because I love this couple.
Well, here it is. Enjoy!

Annasthacy Chashyme (c) 2012

ACCOLADE

Romance, T

Warning: kissing scene, flashfic with no real plot

“Viper.”

The hooded girl pouted at the chinese man. “Mu,” she said, “my name is Mammon. Stupid Fon.”

Fon smiled at her remark with sadness apparent in his features. “But the you I know is named Viper.”

“Things change, Fon. Even I do not remain the same.” She paused, giving an emphasis, “my name is Mammon.”

“But, Viper,” he insisted, stubbornly, though Mammon could distinctly see the walls inside him started to crumble. “Your voice is still the same. Your face. Even your scent,” he took a few strands of her hair and sniffed, as if making sure he was right, “still remains.”