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Court of Feathers

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Reads 1,005
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Parts 24
Time 4h 13m

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"I want to go home, Shiro."  ...His violet eyes were wide and scared, and Shiro's heart went out to him, he looked so vulnerable at that moment, and it was a rare sight to see, even for him.
Shiro smiled sadly, looking back over the forest of trees that towered over them in every direction, his reply was soft as he laid back down on the ground beside him, his eyes slowly beginning to finally close from exhaustion, a reply already on his lips even as he drifted off for the night.  
"I know, Keith.  I know."
...
Home, it seemed so out of reach at the moment.  Shiro missed the rustic colors of their single-roomed cabin, the cool cover of nightfall and the scorching heat of the day.  He missed the Garrisons.  Being able to serve in the military brought out something he had never been able to see in himself until then, and he was grateful for that.  He missed being able to sit back and enjoy the sunset.  Heck, he even missed those times when Keith would drag him down into another one of his useless arguments and they would spend hours yelling at each other over remotely nothing.
He missed all of it.	
How was he supposed to know that all of those things would vanish in the blink of an eye?

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Adrenaline by ChrisTheGirl

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Lance's Funeral

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