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You're scared to death of the outside world you've never experienced. When your feet don't touch the ground but you're still standing, and when people look at you for the first time and judge you in the way they always do because you're so different.
You're trying to keep a strong façade, but she can read you like a book. She can tell that you're terrified and insecure, and she stays with you to make sure you get through the day.
But at the same time, she's just like you; barely holding herself together. The difference is, she's a lot better at pretending.
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Siblings, born of the same spilled blood.
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04 Oct 2020
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The first man to break her heart never does it to her face.
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25 Sep 2020
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It’s a dark night tonight. Much darker than usual, one would have noticed.
Nothing shines past the thick blanket of clouds—well, almost nothing. The eerie light of the Blood Moon paints the arid ghost town of forgotten Hope a murky red. Any normal person living in the Old West would know not to go outside when the Blood Moon is out. Everyone knows when the Blood Moon shines, Hell opens its gates. If you wanted to keep on living, you stayed indoors and don’t invite anyone in. That’s the unwritten law. Everyone follows it.
Well, save for a select few.
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23 Jul 2020
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Katarina stalks her way through the desolate halls of the Du Couteau manor, the sharp clack of her boots echoing faintly through the corridor. The low light from the rising sun filters its way into the manor through the tiny, arcing windows that rest upon the upper sections of the wall, and Katarina’s feet land metered between the slivers of light that span the floor.
Her breathing is quiet, just as measured as her steps, and by the time she gets to her quarters, her hiked up adrenaline levels have finally settled. She pushes open the door to her room with a soft sigh, eyelids heavy, and barely manages to stifle a yawn.
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29 Jun 2020
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It was the fifth of April, and the time for Cosmic-Con was in full swing. With the hallways filled to the brim with excited kids and adults alike, one would’ve thought that a grown man in a Star Guardian Ezreal cosplay wouldn’t have been too strange.
Urgot, unfortunately, was very strange.
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25 Mar 2020