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Midna’s Lament - Zelda Reorchestrated

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Send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.

[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck.

[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.

[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse.

[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

[ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.

[ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing

Source: enstorie (deactivated)

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Using the new GIF function, search your faceclaim and post the first gif that shows up

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The 10th Icon in Your Folder is Your Muse's reaction to waking up Next to someone they have a Crush on, or Strong feelings for..

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Ghosts talking to us all the time — but we think their voices are our own thoughts.

David Foster Wallace (via wordsnquotes)

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The clearly visible expression of shock on his face made her feel slightly uncomfortable. She was so used to see him smile or laugh, not tenderly or happily, but in derision or mockingly most of the time. But that face he made, it was new to her. She tried to ignore it for now, maybe it would be a better thing to just shut up, but she could not stop here, not now. She felt like some more explainations were... in order, maybe? She needed to talk about it, she needed to tell him... she needed something to let him stay a little much longer.

﴾♣﴿—” I met with him when I was just a kid. I was going to celebrate my eighth birthday, I think. He did not frighten me like most of the things I.... see. But somehow, I knew he was part of them, those nightmares” So many secrets at once. Never did she tell anyone about her nightmares, the things she was able to see but prefered to ignore as much as possible. All these things that scared her, that made her run to her mother’s room to stay safe. As the adults did, she only pretended it was child anxiety, fear of the dark... or whatever.

﴾♣﴿—” He told me so many things, I could not really understand the whole story but... He told me about you, your disease, what you have done, the chance he gave you to keep living, and... the deadline you had. So, I made a wish.”

♦ We are One ♦

Surprise marked his features before he could hide it, she would have interrupted him if he ever needed to say anything more, and that was unexpected of her. But if he had any doubt about how she knew, the assurence of her statement would erase them all in a second. Still he wondered how she could even know anything bout it. Unless…

﴾♦﴿—“ You…” He could feel it now, deep down, lingering in his guts and almost tearing them, this burning concern. Why or how did not matter, he was highly worried for her, of what she could confess right now on this topic. The ‘he’ she mentioned could only be one person. There was very few people to whom he told about his secret and he never told them about his limit of mortality.

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Lips parted for a second. Don’t think too much, I know how it hurts, was what she wanted to say, but she was no one to give such advice to him. So she just shut her mouth, taking every word he was saying as he continued to talk.

﴾♣﴿—”I know.” She could not hold that one, talking right after he finished. She did not want to hear about it, about the fact that she might have lost him before she could get to know him. No, she did not want to think about it, about his death, about his absence forever. “I mean.... he told me.” She explained.

♦ We are One ♦

That was not what he meant. Damn, why were they both so bad with words? He just thought that she was doing her best to be the opposite of what he was. Children are so complicated and fickle, did she change her mind? Because it was much more of a bad thing in the end, he’s not an example to follow.

﴾♦﴿—“ I don’t know…” He said in all honesty, there was no clear answer about it. He was proud but was not at the same time. Always the same struggles and inner conflicts about emotions. Why was feeling so complicated? “I just thought… I was not supposed to live to see you grow that much.”

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from  叶えられた願い by poppo

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