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What Are Big Brothers For?~The faron blinked .his blue eyes losing a bit of their hungry gleam as he looked over the dark haired human standing on the rooftop before him. Something wasn't right .
She was slouched over, almost hunching her shoulders while she leaned on the edge of the guardrail the only movement being the gentle shift of her braid in the unnatural breeze that swept through Sadow and every once in a while the motion of a thin, feminine hand reaching to grab a stone from the small pile of rooftop gravel to hold it out, and let it drop; down .down .to clatter away, lost in the shadowed alleyway 8 stories below
Tyre flicked his ears back and raised a brow in silent question while he watched her. He knew the lass well enough to know when she was feeling down .not moody, or frustrated just down. He'd come here with the intention of sneak attacking her for play .but he could see now that wouldn't be such a good idea.
Late NightLivia sighed heavily as she looked down the empty halls .not even the janitorial staff was in sight. Maybe that was for the better though. Didn't need anyone reprimanding her for disregarding the rules or commenting on her current state.
A soft curse left the pale lips of the young elf and she snapped her pocketwatch shut and shoved it back into her pack before shouldering the book laden bag and rushing down the front steps of the University and into the cold night.
It was late.
Very late. She should have been home and curled up in bed hours ago, but she'd fallen asleep in the library. Again. She needed to stop getting so wrapped up in trying to read there and just take her damn work home with her.
This semester's studies had her struggling a bit, pulling so many late nights to study and practice her casting she was exhausted. Even with Kai's help, she felt like she was still constantly behind on her work though, thankfully her grades hadn't suffered too great
Wake up, Sleepyhead~"Fiiiiiiiiiiinn~"
The feline flicked his ear nose scrunching up as he felt a tickle across his face but a low rumble was his only response otherwise. He was still sound asleep the warmth of the morning sun washing over him only making him all the happier to stay asleep.
"Oh c'mon, sleepyhead .get up already "
The tickling grew stronger, and Finn scrunched his face up finally beginning to stir from the depths of his slumber.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn n-nu .j-jus a lil longer ." The cat moaned, stretching his arms up over his head to their fullest length, claws flexing as he reached up .before he curled tighter with a lazy purr .long tail swishing against the clovers that made up his bed in the open forest glen.
There was a soft huff of impatience and then Finn felt something actually climb onto his face and begin to poke at his forehead. Like a peckin
Angel With a Broken Wing"Have you ever wondered why you're alive?"
Finn blinked, his green eyes flickering as he looked downward. He felt a faint tingle as she shifted , the soft tickle of feathers brushing over his palm and fingers as she nestled up closer against his bare chest.
"What d'you mean by that, Sammy?...." He perked his fur tipped ears up curiously, the soft glow of his eyes magnified by the reflection of the moonlight filtering down through the trees overhead.
The tiny bird woman laughed softly, and he felt her nuzzle at his chest before looking up towards him.
"Well, it's not that I don't enjoy being alive it's just sometimes, I wonder how I was lucky enough to end up here, as the person I am with the people I know. Of all the chances of all the billions of souls waiting for a chance at life ..how was I fortunate enough to end up alive? ."
The feline raised a brow, looking to her with curiosity still flickering in his eyes but it softened into a w
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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