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“So....So how is it?” She trusts that Phatonus will tell her exactly how the tangerine and watermelon tea blend taste. It sounded like a good combination after all!
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“So....So how is it?” She trusts that Phatonus will tell her exactly how the tangerine and watermelon tea blend taste. It sounded like a good combination after all!
E quanto mais entendemos o que Deus fez por nós como pecadores, mais dispostos somos a fazer o que Ele exige. Os grandes mestres da igreja dizem que o primeiro ponto da santificação genuína é uma consciência crescente da nossa própria pecaminosidade. Com isso vem, ao mesmo tempo, uma consciência crescente da graça de Deus. E com isso, novamente, o amor e a vontade crescentes de obedecê-lO. Quando verdadeiramente entendemos a graça - quando vemos que Deus só nos deve a ira, mas proveu o mérito de Cristo para cobrir o nosso demérito - então tudo muda. A motivação cristã para a ética não é meramente obedecer a alguma lei abstrata ou a uma lista de regras; antes, nossa resposta é estimulada pela gratidão. Jesus entendia isso quando disse: 'Se me amais, guardareis os Meus mandamentos'. Se eu posso ter a liberdade de parafrasear: 'Guardareis os meus mandamentos não porque quereis ser justos, mas porque me amais'. Uma verdadeira compreensão da graça - do favor imerecido de Deus - empre leva a uma vida de gratidão e obediência.
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He’s minding his own damn business in the store when he smells, faintly, on the air, the peculiar scent of that man. It’s faint, but he feels his chest tighten regardless, and he’s left in fight or flight, baby blues darting around to try and figure out where the trace of ( what he keeps assuming is ) demonic energy is coming from.
None of the men in the store carry the stench, and he very nearly reaches for Red Queen’s hilt when someone passes by to browse the shelf beside him and he realizes that it’s them who has remnants of that man’s demonic scent. He’s left gawking at a petite woman, trying desperately to think of why she would remind him so of that man--
( Not realizing that he has you to thank for the fact that he’s still got all limbs attached, @ressusciters. )
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HE OFFERS A GLOVED HAND UNTO HIS COMPANY as the music melts smoothly from one melody into another. his expression is calm, unburdened by hesitation nor regret, simply a newfound confidence that like the night, he fears will fade into morning, and be no more. it... terrifies him, to lose control--- but then how can one lose something they never truly had?
❝ ... in all my time on earth, i’ve never learned how to dance. ❞ the angel admits with a glance aside, as though ashamed.
❝ ... will you teach me? ❞ a pause ebbs between his words, before he adds gently, ❝ ... please. ❞
who better to ask than the woman he had developed an attachment to. even now, amid his clarity, it is something he cannot yet name. perhaps he will know it before the end of the night.
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A Roarin’ Borealis Skating Rink. Maybe this happens if Parasoul wanders too much asides the festival on Spirale still going on. New Meridian doesn’t have a skating rink like this due to her responsibilities as Crowned Princess in her own world.
One thing for sure, why is the rink slippery? Which made the red-haired woman felt a chill on her hand after touching it.
“Why is this floor so cold and slippery?” Being a princess at all, yeah makes some places new to her.
Maybe she’d want to try ice skating? None knows.
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I’d found myself at the boardwalk mostly by chance- I’d just been walking along, and that’d been the place I’d ended up. However, it was open and it looked fun enough- it was some kind of festival going on, right? So why not have a little fun with it? Not to mention, it seemed like there was supposed to be some sort of fireworks display tonight... seemed like a good enough time to me.
“It’s neat, huh? How this place just... forgets about how crazy it can get sometimes- turn this place into a festival.”
I certainly wasn’t just gonna forget about how crazy dangerous this place would get, but... all that stress could start giving me grey hair. I needed some fun in my life. Hopefully this girl would get it too.
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It hasn’t even been an hour but for whatever reason it feels that way. She’s continuing with her job. Serving her customers with a big smile on her face and wishing them a good day as they leave her cafe. Today isn’t as busy, but it’s also not slow. Most of the customers has been taking their drinks and pastries to go, so the lobby is almost empty. It would have been completely if three of the customers weren’t seated. One of them....well, one of them Hansol can’t help but feel she’s being watched EVEN when clearly the customer isn’t looking her way. Hansol’s spared a few glances to see and the customer’s eyes aren’t even on her.
Weird.
What’s even more weird is the fact the woman’s scent is very familiar. She’s been around this scent long enough to recognize it and she can’t control the hackles raised on her tails and the hair on her skin rising.
She doesn’t know what’s about to happen, but she can’t take any chances here at the cafe. She inhales and then slowly exhales, smiles at one of her workers and gestures that she’ll be right back.
And so now she’s approached this lady. “Uhm, excuse me, ma’am?” Way to be the most awkward Gumiho in Radiale!
“Do you have a moment?”
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