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Однажды слеза сказала улыбке :

" Завидую твоей радости "

Улыбка ответила :

" Ошибаешься Я - маска твоей боли ! "

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One day a tear said to a smile:

"I envy your joy"

The smile replied:

"You're wrong I am the mask of your pain!"

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Pedro Pascal and Bella Ramsey in the Last of Us

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my little brother just farted in my mouth.

i’m trying not to laugh.

#a tear #tears r rolling down my face #PFTTTT #i’m trying to contain myself.#👤 ;; anonnie #💬 ;; convos

@pistolslinger

he's not one to plan gifts like this — most of the time, jesper just buys things on impulse and shoves it at the recipient without much warning. but, he's taken his time to think this gift through: jyn was too much of a waste not, want not kind of girl, and certainly didn't have time for frivolous items. anything she wanted, she could get for herself. so, he's in a bit of a nervous pickle with this.

by the time he's actively sliding the wrapped box in her direction — it's too late to take it back and do it over. inside, she'll find a pair of sturdy new boots, knee length and heavy duty; the tips of the toes are steel, and the sides are fitted with slots for smaller daggers ( which jesper has carefully included ). under the boots, she'll find numerous pairs of gloves, some leather, some woollen, some made of fire - resistant material; most of them have no fingertips — however much jesper will grumble about the functionality of fingerless gloves, he knows jyn has an image to maintain. under that, too, is one final gift: a gold compass, small enough to hide away easily, with an inscription on the back. to help you find home again, whenever you need it.

" — happy holidays, " he says, cool as a cucumber despite his cheeks feeling very hot all of a sudden. " also, not that i care about tacky traditions, buuuut: there's mistletoe over our heads right now, and i heard somewhere that if you don't kiss, that's like, a year of bad luck. "

jyn can’t remember the last time she’d celebrated any holiday, let alone christmas. her childhood is often lost to her, locking up almost every memory she has from her days in lah’mu. and it had been difficult to celebrate anything properly with the partisans, always moving from base to base with little to no warning. she remembers one year she’d spent december 25th in an active war zone, fighting for her life as saw shouted commands in her year. a few years later, she’d spent the holidays in wobani, doing her best just to survive as her cellmate threatened to kill her each and every day.

normally, she wouldn’t treat this year any different, just go about it as she usually does –– picking up extra hours at work because people tend to tip better on holidays, taking her time to walk around the city so she doesn’t have to spend time alone –– but this year she has jesper ( and harold ) to think about. over the course of the past few weeks, she’s been painstakingly planning out a gift for him. all morning, she’d been pacing the floors of their shared flat, pent up with uncharacteristic anxiety. what if she’d done it wrong ? what if he hated it ?

and it’s foolish to worry, she knows, because jesper’s the type of person to love anything she gives him –– a fresh box of bullets, a new pair of socks, a cooling cup of coffee she’d grabbed on her way out of work. but she can’t shake the feeling that she’s done something wrong, so out of her element that it’s hard to act with her usual air of confidence.

mistletoe, though ? that she can do.

“ well, we can’t have that, now can we ? ” rolling her eyes in mock-exasperation, she leans over the table between them and grabs him by the collar to yank him up in a proper kiss. it’s almost bruising at first but melts into a softer one as she slowly begins to feel at ease. jesper has an uncanny ability to calm her with his presence alone ; he doesn’t even have to do anything, just be with her, and she immediately feels safe. it’s not until she pulls back, smiling, that she notices the gift box on the table between them.

“ you didn’t have to get me anything, jes, ” she scoffs as if she herself hasn’t also gotten him a gift –– her present for him is in the other room, underneath the drooping ( but hopeful ) tree. carefully, she unwraps the box, careful not to rip any of the wrapping paper in case it can be used again later. jyn takes the lid off gingerly, unable to hide the sharp inhale of breath when she sees what’s inside of it.

reverently, she takes out the pair of boots that are resting on top, eyes wide with surprise. her fingers run over the leather, soft and flexible, seeking out the pockets already holding a new pair of knives. the toes are steel, perfect for well-placed kicks that can break bones, and the rubber on the bottom has good traction for running. she sets them down gently on the table, unable to say anything coherent, as she moves onto the gloves, eyes darting between the box and jesper, unable to believe that this is real. running her fingers over each and every pair, touched by the thoughtfulness of his gift. her own pair, though well-loved, are worn in ; she’s been needing new options for the past few weeks now, especially as they move into winter.

“ jes. . . ” she trails off, unable to say anything else as she scoops up the small gold compass at the bottom of the box. the inscription –– to help you find home again, whenever you need it –– is enough to have tear pooling in her eyes ; she clutches it to her chest as she tries in vain to hold them back, squeezing her lids shut tightly. she can’t remember the last time someone’s given her a proper gift –– saw giving her his blaster and knife back on tamsye prime before abandoning her probably doesn’t count.

her chest swells with love for him and with her free arm, she reaches across the table to clutch his hand in her own. “ i don’t know what to say, i –– ” she whispers finally, then shakes her head in disbelief. “ thank you. ”