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Watching her friend climb the tree with such ease brought a bright smile to Viola’s face. 

"No, no, you did not interrupt anything," She reassured him, patting his hand with hers once he had found a seat on the branch. 

"I was merely thinking, is all," Viola turned back to look at the moon. 

"About what?" Mumbles asked, glancing at his hand under hers. "Can I think with you?"

via Bonjour!.
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dartagnan-the-rogue-spy:

Life changes and yet the heavens remain unchanged! So unmoved are the heavens that one begins to wonder if they are with the earth or an entirely separate being! And those gone now, are they there? Do they look down and wonder at the pace of change that falls across these lands? Are they like gods? And if they be gods above, then what of those below? 

So small and insignificant we all are. Fighting day in and day out for what? Life? Riches? Fame? All nothing in comparison to the golden elixirs of those god kings! If gods they be — do they not have some pity on us? 

A voice.

Viola blinked and looked about. She looked down to see her friend looking back up at her as a smile came to her lips.

"Of course, Samuel," she moved over across the branch to make room. "Always for you"

The pyro blushed and scrambled up the tree.

"What were you doing up here?" He asked, sitting on the branch next to her. "I didn’t interrupt, did I?"

via Bonjour!.
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dartagnan-the-rogue-spy:

A lone figure sat illuminated by the evening’s rising moon. The weather was fair; a pleasant breeze moving in, bringing the soft scent of lilacs with it. 

The more preferred place to sit would have been on the roof of the small cabin, but having the angle as steep as it was, it would have been far too dangerous a trek. Instead, the young woman found a secure branch on a large tree.

The day had been more or less the same as the one before; breakfast with her brother, an entire afternoon in solitude, loud explosions and sirens, a quiet lunch, more fighting, silence, dinner, and tonight ended with plans of a warm bath and — perhaps a glass of wine. Yes. Wine sounded rather nice.

The young woman, a little more than a girl and not yet a woman, sat and contemplated the life she now lived. How different it was from the innocence of childhood. Childhood. Where had that gone? One moment she was running around happily in her family’s garden, another she was thrown into a cold room, moved to a community of women and now —

It was funny to think how quickly life could change. She suspected there was more yet to come and what other dangers lurked just on the horizon. 

Viola glanced up at the darkening sky. A few stars twinkled into existence. She felt so small as the sun sank below the land. Her hand gripped the branch tighter.

The pyro kicked the ground and cleared his throat, his arm tucked behind him.

"Miss Vi?" He asked in a hushed, squeaky voice. "I-is there room for two up there?"

via Bonjour!.
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pixamak:

oilpastel doodle.
Serious Demoman..! I want to get familiar with demoman.. 흐켱간지..! 
감기기가 스믈스믈 올라온다.. 약먹고 얼른 자야지..ㅠ_ㅠ.

he is good ♥♥

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pixamak:

oilpastel doodle.

Serious Demoman..! I want to get familiar with demoman.. 흐켱간지..! 

감기기가 스믈스믈 올라온다.. 약먹고 얼른 자야지..ㅠ_ㅠ.

he is good 

via Kabewm ♥.
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A chubby pink ball of rainbows and sunshine bobs up and down in the middle of an open patch of Easter grass. It’s black, unmoving eyes staring straight ahead as its candy-striped horn points majestically at the cotton candy-obscured sun in the blue raspberry sky above.

Marshmallow, the balloonicorn, waited.

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