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In the sea of violent things — we sought for a heart still.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

@lacandelia Dibalas tahun depan lagi, ya.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

+ @lacandelia :⠀⠀Seconds before the sun would entirely be eaten by the golden horizon and the fog was already hanging low, too low to conceal the sheepish blush of the dusk welkin. A murky night tonight appeared to be—to always be. And disguised under a black leather hat⠀...

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

@lacandelia /⠀Perhaps the right word you’re looking for is tuyul.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

I will only be a limb aching forevermore.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

https://t.co/SER7HSjZ2W

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

throbbing for you yet the pain left unsung. Perhaps it is for the better to forget about me, to let this fruit of feelings rot so I can move on and leave the rest of the world. But tell me how to do it in the most tender way, to forsake you, when without you in my thoughts⠀...

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

@atheirisch ...⠀state of so miserable. Clouded by fear and his long bygone trauma of blood, his vision was so hazy of this particular person. “It’s ... okay,” breathless. “Yes. I’ll be okay if you let me be,” which wholly and utterly not it.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

@atheirisch Sweats drenched him pervasively as he sat and gasping for the thin air at that dark alley. The wound was located at his right abdomen, knife-stabbed, blood soaked the suit. “Ah,” was not a rush of relief but benumbed voice of realising stranger, a girl, found him in his⠀...

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

...⠀there’s even one who cares at all.” Growing up was of savagery, a heartless passage enough to excuse his lacking godliness.⠀⠀@winterots.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

...⠀nerve-racking notion, he could not be saved nor be forgiven. “No, it never works,” coming here was never more than a path of improbability. Niklaas would be tempted to return the stare, however briefly it was. “There’s no God out there willing to pardon me and I doubt⠀...

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

...⠀was set in that heart of the market. Niklaas bumped into her and his hat fell to the weight of the gravity, yet his eyes were jammed at whatever it was pouring inside of her to the wild intuition in his mind. She felt too familiar and it was so uneasy.⠀⠀@lacandelia

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

...⠀there he was, a man walked through the swamping of other bustling men and women, just lighting up his cigarette to ease his heaviness away. When the road suddenly became too congested to the point he had to shoved his shoulder in between, the encounter of him and a girl⠀...

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

@2DimensiMenfess /⠀‘Wound’ shall be the keyword, 1/5. Thank you.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

/⠀Thank you, writer. Good luck too.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

/⠀I should start working on the starters soon.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

@winterots ...⠀so fresh, I always found myself coming back to be reborn out of my sins,” luxurious thing to be heard was disembodied truth, yet the outspoken act to stranger has the same feeling of being forsaken. “Just for a brief moment. It’ll never be that easy to be forgiven, right?”

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˖ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐀𝓢.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @godgrieve]

@winterots It was of something unfamiliar, so otherworldly, tasted like mightiness and honour hanging from his maw but perhaps it was all due to the lingering judicious in the boundary of her words. Strange inkling prompted a fair distance from where he sat and her. “The air here is⠀...