Arrikanez6

It was night, cold, and Stardust was under more stress than he had felt in his entire career of dancing. Apparently, word had gotten around, and he'd been booked two nights solid by two different venues. Forget the whole spirit of the season - as it was now the end of that fiasco, all he wanted to do was peel these high-heels off, and sink into a lovely, luxurious, warm bath and let all of his troubles melt away. The night, however, seemed to have other plans. His ride back home was late, the weather had turned windy, and he left his only good coat at one of the venues - too far away to walk right now. So there he was, in his fluorescent-pink

In the beginning, you never understood how frightened I was. How I'd recoil every time you looked at me. How I thought you hated me with every fiber of your being. So I hated back. At least I made an honest effort to. Your eyes would follow me, though - even in my dreams. And I'd get so scared, I'd go running just to get away from the fear. You terrified me. Every single part of you, down to the scathing comments. But you impressed me too. I never thought that my punishment for misbehavior would saddle me to the thing I feared more than anything in the world, so I did my best to flee, to run away. But you were always a step behind me, glarin

The moment I laid eyes on you, I hated you, yanno. You seemed smug, so sure of yourself, better looking than I was, better dressed, better prepared for life. Laying there and watching you thrive got under my skin in ways I couldn't imagine. So I shunned you. I hurt you. I baited you. I made every attempt to make you out to be the villain of all my stories, and the bane to my existence. Sometimes it's true, what they say in those plays. Greatest Love, Greatest Hate. Going everywhere together was HIS idea, not mine. I wasn't in favor of it - and neither were you at the time. You used to make such a fuss. You used to drag your heels. Literally.