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a bitter breath of a chuckle is hissed through his clinched teeth. oh, he wanted so to HUMOR this fictional creation. instead, he circled the story with a low hum and came to stand side-by-side with him. forefinger and thumb pressed against his own chin, arm balanced on the other which rested across his chest. ‘ are you completely sure about that? that you are not part of a neverending story? ‘
how wrong they are -- to think of him as some kind of FICTIONAL CHARACTER. hati snarled at him in distaste... at his nonchalance. ❝ YOU think you know so much. ❞ pride settled in his chest, and he tilted his gaze upwards to face him and then narrowed his eyes. ❝ my story begins in JARNVIDR... not in your fairytale. ❞


















