#anaeli

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miradas somos, en un estado infiltrado entre la amistad y el amor..

-Anaelí-

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Enamorada de la Vida seré, puesto que mis eternas letras y pensamientos han de ser, raudales naufragios de aguas claras, donde no todos suelen entender.

-Anaelí-

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Así tú me digas que cambiaste y no te conozco, solo tengo un papel y mis letras cargadas de humildad, gratitud y melancolía : te extraño inmensamente, creaste en mi la necesidad no necesaria de tenerte, no soy tuya y tú tampoco eres mío, siempre serás Vida y mi Vida entera, vive tu vida en la misma forma en la que amas a los tuyos... Por favor, nunca dejes de ser inmortal.

-Anaelí-

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Mi mayor insolencia

Amo tus miradas, tus voz, y la forma en la que me defines como insolente, sabes que esa “cualidad” saca a relucir mi rebeldía a través de mis respuestas, un tanto locas, un tanto desinhibidas; amo tu vulnerabilidad y tu versión de la realidad, esa realidad que me hace pensar ,en estar contigo o no verte nunca más.

-Anaelí-

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Si tú te alejas, mi corazón conoce tus pensamientos.

-Anaelí-

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Miedo

Entre más te ocultes, mi mente temeraria y fugaz, te buscará en las profundidades de tu alma.

-Anaelí-

[thenaaru]

DAY TWELVE: In what ways is your character selfish?

“Avie, share with your sister.” “No, minn’da! It’s mine!” “Avie!”

Anaeli Silverbrooke was rarely sharp with her children. Her youngest daughter scowled up at her with all the petulance she could muster and clutched the stuffed lynx plushie tight to her chest. Avari just sighed and rolled her eyes, she was used to her little sister getting weird about the strangest things.

“Minn’da, really. She can keep the toy. I only wanted to see it to use in my still life.” “Avari, she has to learn.” “It’s mine!” Avie cried again, yellow-ish green eyes gone wide and shiny with tears that threatened to overspill.

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“Avie, must you always be so selfish?” “I am not!” “Then why do you care so much?”

Avie frowned and tucked her knees against her chest a little tighter, balling against the back of her armchair and hiding the book she was reading in her lap. Avari always wanted what she had - it was so unfair! Teenage hormone amplified her bad mood, leaving her seething long after her sister gave up and went to do something else.

“It’s mine, you can’t have it.” The youngest Silverbrooke muttered to herself, clutching her precious book of fables.

-

“We buried our minna today and you want to talk about this now?!” “We need to address it, Avie.” “No! I won’t, I will not.” “Do you ever think of anyone but yourself?!”

Avie whirled around on her father, glaring up at him with all her new found fury. War had changed her, the cold winds of Northrend had returned her a different, stronger woman. She would not allow Caemenas the chance to take her mourning from her so quickly, not while it was still raw in her chest.

“This time is mine. For all you have taken from me, you shall not have this.”

-

“She would have let you have it, Avie.” “No, no-! She wants it for herself - both of you do!”

It was everywhere. Avie glared down at the dying shape of a man in his own blood. There was so much of it. On her clothes, her face, in her hair. What a mess she had made. She had heard death rattles before, but the one that came from Inlaeth Flamesinger would haunt her for decades to come. Fighting back the bile rising in her throat and ignoring the familiar brown hand on her shoulder, lilac eyes turned cold and unfeeling.

“Anor’thalas is mine.”