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β β β The sentence hung for several beats. Phileo's eyes found the warm honey on Jianyu's, he found himself taking another beat before the question finally rose. "How about you, Jianyu?"
β β β ββ @paestilence
(c) we long for something, where do the prayers go?" The question felt odd on his tongue; Phileo decided to end it with a laugh. A sarcastic, full of irony on, that felt more familiar to his lips than the words of prayer. "I couldn't answer; because I never prayed before."
β β β The castle was a lot quieter than Hogwarts, that's definitely a plus point. The sight was pretty, Phileo had to admit. Not in the way that's grandeur like Hogwartsβbut something else entirely. Something Phileo was trying to name name as he was staring blankly to the garden.
(c) amusing; that Phileo almost wanted to turn it the opposite way just to see the same fluster and guilt on his reaction again.
β β β "Crazy," he muttered, deadpanned. "That's the one word for it."
β β β The smirk bloomed on his face as he straightened his body; pulling (c)
(c) with his back leaned back; his legs crossed.
β β β "Here is fine," he muttered. "If we're going to talk about how this school is messing up with our minds, I preferred doing it while sitting here." On a cold, hard, slightly uncomfortable surface of a chair instead of (c)
(c) much on them to falter.
β β β "Really?" His tone was surprisingly easy. "Tell me, Hildebrand. What do you think they are?"
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β β β Slow, deliberate.
β β β His gaze stilled upon the Ravenclaw. As if he was trying to figure out the unsaid word by himself. Perhaps he could. Perhaps he could've tried. Yet, still. The bitterness stung more if it was poured from other person, and Phileo has drunk too (c)
(c) were discussing about. "I think, everything I have dreamed of came from my memories." The pleasant ones? Sometimes. The unpleasant ones? Almost everytime.
β β β ββ @thefifthaltair
(c) that dreams are mostly taken from the real human experience. Which means, each faces you meet in your dreams are the real people you have seen, at least once, recorded by your brain." Phileo put his elbows on the railings, slightly leaning forward towards the garden they (c)