#darlyne

[rkmaru]

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Oooo I’ll talk about Darlyne my ikepri OC.

They’re Emma’s bodyguard full time, but they also spar with Licht and Yves and even Keith when he’s visiting. They have great footwork in battle and like to show off by being dance partners with Emma during her lessons.

[kharumwa]

Darlyne Komukama -  Watamu, Kenya

[rkmaru]

✨️ more about Darlyne? 👀

Eeee thank you for asking!

They have selective mutism so around certain people they tend to be exceptionally quiet. Mostly used this to conceal their gender while learning to be a knight, but since being assigned bodyguard to Emma they talk to her the most now. They’re trying to be better about it and express themselves more, but when they’re around people like Clavis it’s harder to find the right words. (Plus Clavis makes them blush a lot.)

[lavenderpsyseon]

Darlyne calls everyone from their past 'pet' for every time they've called them Zoraida's pet. Being called pet doesn't bother them now, but since they're now an old cat, it certainly fucking bugs everyone else.

[usfolks20-blog]

Tell Bob on WBKZ (Athens Ga) #us#uga#Darlyne Killian#lamar dodd#athensga#1998#art (at Athens, Georgia)

[marteldarlyne]

My King

I fell in love and when I did it was one sided. You never loved me back but I didn’t expect you to. You couldn’t love yourself because of all the things done to you. The lies the beatings the harsh words ripping through your skin like a leather whip down you back and up your legs. Nobody sees the King that I see. The strength in your eyes. The determination in your walk. You are my King. You’re the ruler of my land, tell me why can’t you see. You give life but not just to me.

My strong black King why can’t you see. The life you give but not just to me. My King I give you my all but you ignore my pleas. Let down your walls and let my love put you at ease. My strong black King.

These streets are filled with the grime of your lost dreams and my tears. My King let me in to feel the warmth of your skin. I’ll love you forever if that’s what it takes but please don’t let me go for I need to be the one that makes your wall break. You are my King, the one that I love. The King with the broken heart and unseen scars on his skin. Let me care for you like no other has, my King please let me in. You are my King. You’re the ruler of my land, tell me why can’t you see. You give life but not just to me.

My strong black King why can’t you see. The life you give but not just to me. My King I give you my all but you ignore my pleas. Let down your walls and let my love put you at ease. My strong black King.

[thiefriverfalls]

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Darlyne Jeanette Hanson, 77

Minneapolis – Darlyne Jeanette Hanson, 77, formerly of Roseau, passed away on Dec. 22, 2013 at the Walker Methodist Nursing Home in Minneapolis. Funeral services will be held at 10:30 a.m. Thursday, Dec. 26 at the Miller Funeral Home, Fridley. Interment will be held at Fort Snelling...

[marteldarlyne]

Racing Thoughts

Sometimes I don’t know what to think or what to say. Lost in a world within my head. Where I live to breath out the words of beauty defined by the rhythmic beat of my soul. Powered by the dancing feet that lack a decent step. A song sung from the depth of my heart. A brain that lacks the verbal communication skills of a genius. The blinking of a blind eye that only sees the colors behind the dark eyelids. A mouth that speaks words ears can not understand. Mountains that grow higher with each step taken towards the top. Dreams unfulfilled with the happy thoughts of what could have been. Where death is overshadowed by the joy and smiles of that persons life. Stories told that give an unfamiliar truth to the lies I once told. Toxic air that makes me love the one that once broke me. A heart so broken I failed to put it back together. Suspicious of the days that never seem to go by. Nights where I don’t sleep because of the fear that travels through my veins. Vulnerable to the touch of the wind afraid of its power. A restraint from the living only the dead can go through.