𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐨·𝐫𝐨·𝐤𝐢𝐧·𝐞𝐬·𝐢𝐬
/χλωροκίνηση/
adjective
1. the ability to mentally and/or physically summon, control, and manipulate plants and vegetation.
❝𝐈'𝗹𝗹 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝓨𝓞𝓤 ❞
In which, a simple girl meets a simple monk.
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❝𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧.❞
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▬▬▬▬▬▬A YOUNG WOMAN, DRESSED IN PLAID BLACK, was waiting anxiously. Tapping her foot against the mount of rocks.
The air was dusty and poor. The area was a trench. No greenery was to be seen for miles, it was a miracle how the men survived here. There were barbed wires protecting the area, the woman stood beside one, careful not to get too near. There were rolling hills that protected the area from being seen, still it was a dangerous zone.
Through the mist, and dusk evening, a figure came into view. The woman squinted her eyes to make out the person. A male, in a military uniform, with dark brown eyes, luscious blonde locks of short hair, which was unbelievable to the woman, how could he have time to tame his hair in a time like this? Or it was genes, the woman could never find out. He was tall and handsome, with sharply defined features, with alert senses.
The woman cried out and sprinted towards him aggressively. The man's eyebrows shot up and he moved his gun.
He enveloped the woman in his arms, murmuring words of comfort. The woman's hat had fallen, and he caressed her fiery locks of long red hair. Her freckled face was stained with tears, her cheeks and nose bright red.
"You stupid thing! A son of a..." The woman cried, hitting the man on his chest. "What were you thinking?" She sobbed.
"I had no choice," the man replied softly, "They needed us in Vietnam, and Father couldn't go, and they knew I could..." His voice trailed off.
