orfays

/  biggest question we should be asking ourselves is;; how much pain can we endure before we are shaped into an undefeated champion? -:0

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@maneye 
          	  
          	  /   yes along with wülfric sires. -:)
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borgdan

&.      depends.     do you want to meet the Ancient One or the masked faces of mortals on this earth?
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magicker

⠀⠀⠀   ( ..  )

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   ⠀ID:  ⟮ @magicker ⟯ 
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            *her head raises in time to see him crouch onto his haunches. she eyes his outstretched hand, then shifts her gaze back to his face. rain clings to his cheeks, yet he appears unperturbed by it, droplets plopping onto the beige hardwood floor. miri hears herself scoff, reaching forward, and smacks his hand away. but it lasts for a moment only. she could never remain angry with him for long. her jaw tightens. she pushes herself onto her knees, reaching for him once again, but this time, she latches onto the collar of his shirt, her fingers digging into the fabric. warmth seeps into her palm, and she catches the dusk of his cologne. she says something, incoherently, before wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in the crook of his neck. he feels like home. as though all these years have never happened between them, and she is simply here.*
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magicker

⠀⠀⠀      ⠀⠀⠀      ⠀⠀━━━  ꓄ʰᵉ    sound of her sniffles was that of an audacious octopus. he knew instantly she’d borrowed the space in his closet, coincidentally conjoined since childhood, the narrow passage of it sitting directly against her bedroom. wülfric stepped inside his bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a soft click as it settled into place. he strode across the room, coming to stand before the tall closet with its two sliding doors. his reflection stared back at him through the mirrors, and he swallowed against the swelling tide of emotion lodged in his throat. it seemed nothing between them had changed, while irrevocably, everything had taken shape.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀      ⠀⠀ he knelt, catching the recessed grip of the closet door and sliding it open. there, curled against the back wall, he found miri with tear-eroded cheeks and her face tucked toward her knees. the sight threw him miles into memories he had thought long buried. his fingers tightened around the door, his gaze lingering upon her for a moment before he extended his left hand toward her.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ “i told you to find me, didn’t i?”
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