So.
Linkage
World Full of Nothing
Man Behind the Mask
Flying As She Falls


Close to the Flame.It's going to rain today.Close to the Flame.
It's the kind of weather where the clouds are swollen with drops unshed, the air thick and moist. The kind of weather which spurs a dull ache in my right shoulder, not sharp, but a nuisance nonetheless.
The kind of weather which makes me useless.
Useless, I'm told.
Maes had once confided with a rough slap on the back belying his gentle tone, that I could be one of the coldest and most calculating sons of bitches he had ever met.
I did not know whether to be flattered or offended.
A manipulative bastard. But he didn't mean it, really. It was
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J'ai rêvé maintes et maintes fois, de vous me tenant, sous les étoiles.
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Comicy goodness: Chaost!
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Your shadow, yeah yours, well it's a little cold standing here, under it... so could you move, like to the right or something.
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Your shadow, yeah yours, well it's a little cold standing here, under it... so could you move, like to the right or something.
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É coisa fabulosa...
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She should get on more often.. but sleep is also important, I know.
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