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"_-_______ got..." Alfred looked up and wiped a small amount of icing off his cheek. You looked round to see where it had come from and blushed. A giggle came from his lips as he looked at you with eyes of an undescribable colour. "I-Iggy?" You asked and he laughed. "Not quite. Now shove that in your mouth and get into the closet." He said. You now knew it wasn't Iggy. He was nowhere near as polite as him. But you took a small bite out of the cupcake, expecting the worst. It tasted amazing. You walked into the closet and the door slammed behind you, making it pitch black. A quiet laugh was heard as the cupcake was taken out of your hands an

Alfred stared at the computer screen with a not so amused expression. It was another photo his friend Oliver had taken with his "Oh so perfect family" he had. Well, that's what the cupcake freak call's his family. He glanced at the almost mirror imagine son Oliver had. Except his son had the eyes of his mother. A disgust tone trickled from brunette's throat and closed the window. He couldn't take anymore of this cutesy shit. But somehow he was slightly envious of what Oliver had. A beautiful wife, a good home, a decent job, a smiling son. Years ago this would make the American's head turn away and sneer at the thought, but now. Being older,

She knows that the moment she sees the man walking through the door of the inn, nothing will ever be the same. He wears a shabby cloak which looks like it has seen better days, with fraying seams at the bottom and a multitude of small holes speckled across the gray, thin fabric. His hair, a shaggy blond mass that reaches a stubbly chin, frames pale and dirtied cheeks. Bright blue eyes stare ahead impassively - eyes that, if she were to guess, once knew how to laugh - as he steps cautiously across the wooden floor like he fears being assaulted at any moment. The man heads straight for the counter where her father, the innkeeper, counts the da

They were both outcasts, in a way. One was invisible to the world, while the other was regarded as an unwanted pervert. It was from the, exclusion from what was considered proper society, that they were perfect for each other. They were each other’s guards, while at the same time healing each other. Little by little, one became visible to the world, also helping them from their shell of seclusion. The other showed the sweet, un-perverted side of the other, the side often mistaken for something completely different. Harsh reality did not exist in their world, insults and attacks leaving no marks on either. But they did, for one would,