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₍ ᅟ丷ᅟ ♯𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 ᅟ: ⠀ᅟ
❛ 𝑂 que você fez hoje?
Domingo é dia de passear, reunir a família, sair com os amigos ou apenas relaxar.
Mᴏsᴛʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴏ ᴘᴀssᴏᴜ ᴏ ᴅɪᴀ. ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
“You don’t do it, but I do. And I don’t like it”
she frowned vehemently, her gaze softens when she sees the union of they hands. He has not separated them and appreciates that.
“Tell me something about your life in these five hundred years.”
— I know. That’s why I don’t pay any attention to what they say about me there.
I let out a quiet sigh and gave a small shrug, still leaning forward to keep our hands intertwined.
“They are savages. And they have treated you, Cass and Emerie as if they were less. We all know that you are a thousand times better than those winged ones” she clicked the tongue disgusted, caressing their hands gently.
— You’re really… special, you know that?
I let our fingers brush, my shadows once again curling around our joined hands.
— Thank you for this. I know you don’t like that camp nearly as much as I do.
“If Mor needs us there, then I’ll be there,” she spoke firmly, even if she was aware that her body had tensed. She wasn’t backing up.
“Friends are more important than fear” and she stretch out her hand to take his.
— The Illyrian camp, Gwyn. Mor is going to announce the new law and she needs our support.
I said carefully, a hint of anxiety in my voice.
— Do you want to come? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. You know what the camp is like…
Ainda bem que amanhã vou passar um tempo na Cidade Escavada. Estou torcendo para alguém precisar de alguma tortura de tanta raiva e frustração que sinto.
— Yeah, I couldn’t believe it either… We’re all only going on the weekend. Do you want to come with us?
A small smile tugs at my lips as I offer the invitation to Gwyn.