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🌹20 🌹 1.81/5'11🌹 From Transylvania🌹 Scorpio 🌹IG: Cristiana_Ioana_Petruta

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Eternal Love, Frank Kunert Photography

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真夏の夜の夢

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Allen Walker standee :D

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The day he left me was the day that I died. But then I was reborn. As a witch.

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The coldest nights

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Eastern European nostalgia

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Clothing booth

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when i got home after the new years celebrations last night, i took off my boots and found this pin stuck in the bottom of one of them,, a good sign for the new year perhaps ? :-) 

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Winter scenery is always so pretty.

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My heart burns for love

My soul burns for blood

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I'm still standing in the streetlights where you left me

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to make sure.

synopsis: you’ve seen him around a few times and every single one of those meetings has just added to your interest in him; and perhaps a few tales of how you managed to act foolish. but, you keep meeting and some things just have to be answered.

( aka. the one in which you order the Captain of the Fatui and somehow get away with it despite all the embarrassment.)

pairing: capitano x gn! reader. warnings: fluff, the reader is whimsical not dumb, written after 3.1 so before we know him truly. word count: 2k

You have been thinking for a while and you are pretty sure that your automatic thoughts get lost along the way. One is enough to create a mountain of others; your brain, body and soul stack them all up like papers until they grow so big your hands are flying out clinging to whatever can be taken hold of.  

They get buried in the buzzing so they are hard to identify on their own. And it seems like it has always been that way. One step in your childhood meant just something small to get to a grander destination. The blades of grass were just something to pass so that you could get to the tree and attempt to climb it. The grass, even when earthly brown with just a speck of green mixed in was frozen; but your rush was active in getting what you’ve desired. Always.   Because back then; those mountains of thoughts were synonymous with what you wanted down under. In adolescence, you were able to force them to blend together. But now, once out of that time period – you’ve become confused after burying it all down for so long. Once they blended, they grew together and there was no way to force them apart to get to the real truth or question that bothered you.  

And, now all that you are able to do is stand in front of a frozen lake, staring at your face while recognising you are trying to grasp an answer to a question: Just what is it about Capitano that makes you ask so many questions?  

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