Vincent pulled his hand through his hair to ease him as he turned and began his journey to the student rendevouz point. There, he found hundreds upon hundreds of students, far less than the amount of demons he'd killed at one time.
His sword was still unsheathed by his leg, and gripped tightly by his dominant hand; his right hand held to it dearly.
His left hand was continuously snapping, why, well, that's the fun part for later. He waltzed inside, acting as though he had already become Lord of the Academy.
Once he'd reached close to the center, he came to a dead stop--almost as though he impulsively did it.
And stood there, waiting for something, still snapping.
His sword was still unsheathed by his leg, and gripped tightly by his dominant hand; his right hand held to it dearly.
His left hand was continuously snapping, why, well, that's the fun part for later. He waltzed inside, acting as though he had already become Lord of the Academy.
Once he'd reached close to the center, he came to a dead stop--almost as though he impulsively did it.
And stood there, waiting for something, still snapping.
A Dark Angel is set on fire
With burning love and desire
This feeling she never knew before
Yet her mind is asking for more
Rotten and dark she is inside
A fallen angel of the night
She curses for the feeling she calls Love
It makes her like an Angel from above
Yet her heart holds it light
Because that's what comforts her through the night
This fallen that you see
Is the soul that hides inside me.
With burning love and desire
This feeling she never knew before
Yet her mind is asking for more
Rotten and dark she is inside
A fallen angel of the night
She curses for the feeling she calls Love
It makes her like an Angel from above
Yet her heart holds it light
Because that's what comforts her through the night
This fallen that you see
Is the soul that hides inside me.