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kit-shipper · 3 months
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Morning admiration
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Afternoon meeting
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Late-night confession
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indiestix · 3 years
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feuillemort
So yeah I guess this another ficlet post or whatever it’s called 
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The fall wind rustled sharply, whispering words unknown to the human ear.
Two boys, intentions alike, walked through the chill wind as they came to a stop.
One boy, a warm copper hue with silky, ebony coils slightly cropped and honey brown eyes, looked down at the other who had terra-cotta locks that hung loosely on his rose pale face littered with freckles, and cornflower blue eyes.
"Y'know, mum had this big tree grown when I was nine. I used to spend all my time just staying under the tree doing...y'know, chess, games all of that. It burned down during a thunderstorm around the beginning of my second year. The only thing left of the tree that managed to not burn was this little leaf. It was a dying leaf. I managed to preserve it though. Maybe someday I'd get to grow a tree like that. It was always fun to have."
The standing one crouched to meet the redhead's height. He looked at him briefly before replying to the irregular statement.
"Mother liked shrubs and plants like those but never had to the time to care for them. She was to busy with everything else to find the time. Sometimes I would sit on one of the dusty greenhouses' benches and watch the house-elves tend to the garden. Albeit, Mother had a plant she did have time for, and that was just a small oak tree. It was your oak tree but she never let the elves touch it. She got the tree long before I was born but has never lost a single leaf during fall. I still don't understand it."
Silence quickly consumed the conversation as the two boys crouched on the ground covered with dying, fallen leaves all browning.
"I guess we're not that different."
"I suppose not."
The boy with hair terra-cotta locks gave the other a roguish grin before hauling himself up. He gave the other boy a hand.
"D'you wanna go to that coffee shop on Phoenix Lane with me? Hot chocolate's on me."
"Only as long as I can buy some biscuits."
"Deal."
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theikoshq-archive · 3 years
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❝ x α ι ρ ε ! ❞  welcome to the realm of the mortals, MIRANDA TIEN ━ or should i say ARIADNE ? please be sure to read the CHECKLIST and send your account in within 24 HOURS. we look forward to seeing you around olympus ! * ✶ ━ LANA CONDOR is now taken
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* ✶ 「 lana condor, 23, female & she/her 」 welcome to the mortal realm, MIRANDA TIEN  — though, the fates whisper that they could only be ARIADNE reincarnated. it seems in this life they’re instead known for being a BAKER. what a downgrade. nevertheless, mortality can be confusing, so it’s understandable they can be COURAGEOUS and TRUSTING, but also INSECURE and DESTRUCTIVE ; maybe that’s why they remind people of DRIVERS LICENCE by OLIVIA RODRIGO ? but not all history is washed away by time — just as the poets say, they still remind others of HALF SMILES WITH EYES FULL OF TEARS, MESSY KITCHENS FULL OF LAUGHTER, LATE NIGHT DRUNK TALKS IN BATHROOMS WITH STRANGERS. hopefully this life treats them a little better. [ roaise, 24, gmt, she/her ]
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