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[kriziart]

Marry Christmas ^^

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Roses on Your Grave || Killian and Brie

Gossip – the lifeblood of small towns. Less than twenty-four hours after a lamp post had fallen on the florist and all the residents could talk about was the freak accident. It had apparently been the highlight of the Miner’s Day Festival. When she had finally ventured out of her apartment and to Granny’s, it seemed that everyone was talking about Killian and his unfortunate luck. According to the gossip it was bad. Barely holding onto life bad. It’s hard to wrap her mind around the fact that the man she has recently met could possibly die. Probably would die. She’d not spoken to him during the festival; or really at all since they fixed his leaky pipe; but she had seen him wander by with his cart full of flowers. Full of life. Walking on two legs. Alive. Now – she bows her head a moment as she waits for the elevator to take her to the correct floor. Now he was probably going to die. The thought had filled her with grief after she had heard it the night before; had prompted her to spend most of the night finishing an afghan. She’s not sure if he’ll like it or not; it had originally been intended for a child’s themed bedroom; but it was the only thing she could finish quickly. And it wasn’t like he’d really mind if he was dead. The thought sobers her as she rides the elevator to the correct floor. She did not want him to die. The couple of hours they had spent together repairing that pipe had been hilarious – the man was a hoot. Sure they’d not talked since, but Brie had the feeling that they could have been friends if given enough time. Or at least cordial acquaintances when at the same places around the town. Now there was almost no chance. This thought brings tears to her eyes as she turns the corner to the room the hospital greeter had given her. She offers a silent prayer to a God she has never given much thought to that Killian will make it through this ordeal. And makes a mental note to speak with Jos – Father MacAvoy – about saying a prayer for the man. That was something they – no he – could do. She’s just wiped a tear from her eye as she crosses the threshold into the hospital room. “You’re alive?!?” she finds herself half asking, half exclaiming as she comes upon the man lounging in the bed. He definitely does not look as though he’s dying.

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Royg and Royc

First name: Royg Age: 11 years old Character: He is rather uncommunicative and extremely calm. Spends time only with Royce and dislikes others. Hates people, monsters are neutral. Mad scientist Likes: Brother, parents, experiments on souls, silence, spices and bitter coffee. Hates: Humans, a large cluster of monsters and loud sounds (Except Royce). First name: Royc Age: 11 years old Character: Active and cheerful. From the side it seems friendly, but in fact can kill without batting. He spends all his time with his brother. Crazy. Likes: Brother, parents, torture over people and monsters, all salted and cold tea. Hates: People, peace and quiet.

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WHAT A BIRTHDAY GIFT I HAVE GOTTEN THIS MAY 5TH HUH

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Very much gay

Today, the 4th of march, i looked at a pretty blue-haired girl during a Trio Elétrico concert at Madalena

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AND SHE LOOKED BACK AT MEEEE

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And once again, parents suceed on fucking my mood up by dcolding me when the inly thing i did was trying ti give them a better answer than just "yes" or "no".

Specially when they DIDNT EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY ACTUALLY ASKEF OUT OF ME 🙃

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Here we go again.......