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forehead kisses.

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Summer vibes

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I was playing with a paladin effect mod yesterday and a shader, and I quite like it.

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Final Fantasy XIV be like, "Yeah, we've subtly given your character, the Warrior of Light, a leitmotif. It sometimes plays in a somber tone, but generally as a more bombastic one as you kick bad guy ass."

"Oh? What's it most known as?"

"The Maker's Ruin."

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My lady

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Bound by fate.

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Heading home

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Gorgeous!

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Welcome to "my library", can I help you?

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🎶

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Thoughts

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It was his first real memory: Silence. Followed by cold, pain, metallic taste, and a smell he couldn’t identify, but what he so many years later still remembered most vividly; was the silence. He could see his own feet make marks in the snow as he unsteadily walked forward, but the sound he somehow knew they should make was silent. The cold and icy wind played with his white hair just as quietly as the footsteps he made in the snow. Said snow was layering on his bare shoulders as he finally stopped walking and just stood there, desperately trying to focus on his surroundings, but all he could see was snow-filled mountains along the thin path he walked on.

He forced his body back into motion, his feet dragging through the snow draining the little energy the young boy had left. When he stopped once more, he noticed a figure but what it was he could not tell. It could be a person or a beast but it was his last and only chance, somehow he knew that. He yelled as loud as he could, or at least he hoped so. Somehow it surprised him he couldn't hear his voice, it was gone, just like the sounds of the world around him. He wavered, trying to find the energy to try and yell once more when he noticed the shadow coming closer. Feeling a hand on his face, he drew a sigh of relief, and for just a second the face of an elderly man came into focus, he could see his lips moving, but had no idea what was said. The silence was deafening to him, he wanted to hear those words, to hopefully hear and feel the comfort he imagined they would bring. Instead, he felt himself lifted up, an action that simultaneously filled his body with relief and pain, enough for the world to go black.

Imyril sat quietly by the old man’s grave as memories flooded his mind. It was the man who had saved him back then, he had taken him in and healed him in every way he needed to heal. He taught himself sign language, so he could teach the young boy. He taught him how to read, and work in the library as well as become independent regardless of his disability. Somehow he had made the silence a gift, and how he had managed this, he too this day wasn’t quite sure of, but he was grateful. “I got your favorite flower and a book” He signed the words against the grave itself before he stood up. The book was one he knew his father had loved in life, so he had bought one extra. He knew all too well the scolding he would get from the beyond, had he taken one of the library books. It had a spell put on it to shield it from the elements, ruining a book would have much the same scolding after all. Giving the grave another nod, he walked towards the inn, where he knew three people were waiting for him, ready to drag him into what would undoubtedly end up as trouble, even if it initially did not seem like it.

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Gear and dyes here😊

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Khal: He's gone... I couldn't heal him. He's gone. My dear and beloved friend is gone.

Imyril:...

Khal: My worst fear realized. Watching those I care about die to keep me safe.

Imyril:...

Khal: I fear the day, when it will be your wound I won't be able to mend. I won't be able to bear loosing you too.

Imyril by @inouvasplace

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🎶

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𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌

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So pretty and peacful!