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written by tiny warrior.

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#caelitum

drafts: 12

theme requests: open

est. july 12, 2015.



  

PISTRIIS.

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                    RIN’S HEAD WAS HELD LOWLOCKS OF MAROON C O N C E A L E D a bitter expression. His honest D I S P L A Y of emotion was habitual and consistently UNINTENTIONAL, which made him immediately REGRET the s l i p of FRUSTRATED mumbles. Yet, Abel’s reply gave him the slight R E L I E F that he couldn’t RECOGNIZE what Rin said under his b r e a t h. Taking the OPPORTUNITY, the swimmer lifted his head, hues looking upon Abel’s through loose bangs as he waved his hand.

                               FORGET ABOUT IT. It’s n o t h i n g important

                           caelitum. || continued from this.

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HIS WORDS CONFIRM ETHAN’S SUSPICIONS, HIS FROWN GROWING
deeper. The CONCEALMENT of misplaced words, the slumped over stature of the boy’s form & slight clipping at the end of his tone; there was no doubt in it. He only hoped nobody arrived on time like he did. ❝Rin, he spoke softly, the high schooler’s first name slipping from his tongue. ❝Rin, look at me. You’ve already said it once, & I’ve already heard it. Look up at me & tell me: why aren’t you?