Welcome Home...Bare feet padded back and forth impatiently across the flagstones warmed by the roaring flame in the hearth. Whispered words of irritation and curses of all kinds slipped from between full lips as the owner of those feet railed under her breath at the gods and all forces of evil and the like that put her in the position that she was now in.Welcome Home...
“Would you… y’know. Sit? I really don’t think -”
“Be quiet and let me pace!”
The tiefling rogue fell obediently silent as her friend continued to pace back and forth, chewing on one of her nails in concern. Her eyes tracked the other
What He Never SaidThe flicking of pages was loud in the silence of the room, broken intermittently by the scratching of a quill. That was all his life had become, nowadays, between selling his wares at the growing Crossroad Keep, where merchants on the road paid good coin for scrolls, items and potions.What He Never Said
Study. Strenuous study. A wizard’s life.
Somehow, though, it felt… incomplete.
Though he may have complained at the time, there was something invigorating about studying ancient tomes for mysterious relics and locations and solutions to hopeless situations. Even pouring over years of legal documentation overnigh
Something Poetic
Regretful
(These are from Saturday onwards + everyday next week):
12.20pm, 2.45pm, 4.50pm, 7.00pm, 9.10pm
How's your Japanese? I have to work tonight and tomorrow damn it!
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I see now that the circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant... it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are...
And my Japanese is progressing sloooowly.... Lmfao.
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Fiction is the biography of our dreams..
Same here. I've only just really started to memorize all the Hiragana now
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I see now that the circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant... it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are...
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Fiction is the biography of our dreams..
Ah, well. We'll see what happens in upcoming weeks?
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I see now that the circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant... it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are...
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Fiction is the biography of our dreams..
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~30-6-08~ 11 months of Death and Destruction in the wake of our J-RAWWWWWWWWWWWWK!
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Suleviae
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I wonder...whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own: Little Prince
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