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[proseandfolklore]

The tears we shed or the unshed tears are just devotion kept safe within that didn't let out, love that was never expressed through words and gestures but now leaking out overwhelmingly through weepings and wails. In sobs, there is sheltered affection and appreciation that could have made the difference, but now all they do is lament. All the grief and mourning are scraps of tenderness and proof of how much we loved someone and how much we still do and will keep on loving even if they are not here anymore. In their absence, how much we long for their presence.

Pragati

[unlockthestars]

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It felt like life had been one constant crisis after another, ever since Pyrrha…., but he couldn't think about her now. None of them had had time to mourn her, and it didn't like that was going to change any time soon.

For a while, the team's priority had just been to get the Relic to Atlas. They'd run into plenty of obstacles, but that had been the focus, the thing that kept them going, even when they ran into bumps on the way.

Now that they'd gotten to Atlas, they had even more to figure out. But with construction under way on converting Amity Colosseum into a way to communicate with all of Remnant, they finally had a chance to breathe.

Ruby and Jaune had both stepped out of the training room at the same time, to take a moment to rest before they met back up with everyone. He let out his breath, running a hand through his newly-short hair, something he was still getting used to.

"I never thought I'd end up anywhere near here," Jaune admitted with a little laugh, glancing over to Ruby. "Where did you figure you'd end up, when you first started at Beacon?" Ruby was one of the first friends he'd made all the way back in Vale, but it felt like they hadn't really had time to talk in a while. Maybe it was time for that to change.

[summonsvines]

               ⁽    🌱   ⁾            ━━       𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑     @mournedstories   said     this means i could really change my life        answered from  MEET THE ROBINSONS PROMPTS

a  soft  smile  appears  on  willows  face.  " does  that  mean  no  more  collecting  people  and  turning  them  into  toys? "  willow  had  learned  after  everything  that  the  collector  had  only  really  been  in  search  of  friends.  friends  that  wouldn't  lie  to  them.  in  a  sense,  she  could  understand  the  desire  to  find  friends,  though  willow  herself  would  not  have  gone  to  such  extreme  measures.  she  too  had  struggled  in  the  friendship  department  until  she  found  the greatest  group  of  friends  she  ever  could  have  wished  for.  " if  being  your  friend  is  all  it  would  take  to  help  make  your  life  a little  better,  then  i'd  be  very  happy  to  call  you  a  friend. " 

[agelessbeast]

" I SEE. THE GARB AND THE STAFF—you are a soldier, are you not? " Arms are raised but that hardly fazes he, the old SEER. After all, Vidar knows his own intentions and his intentions are pure. He would only feel threatened if there was something or someone to hide.

But Vidar is always keen in his observations, and very insightful. A wise beast such as he could easily detect the youth of the other's voice. " You needn't raise your weapon at me, young one. " He is less concerned about himself and more about this fellow, who seemed awfully young to bear such attire. | @mournedstories - hunter