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Post by Lacarinus on Apr 14, 2015 11:12:34 GMT -5
About five of them, a girl who couldn't be a day over 14, with blindingly blonde hair, stark blue eyes and a sharp facial structure that screamed out her German lineage. Beside her a brunette with hair cropped short and uneven with dark skin and eyes that seemed out of place next to the pale beauty of the younger girl. A heavyset man with short hair, cut close to his skull and dotted with little scars, on his hands, face, arms, like sprinkles on ice cream, contrasting dark freckles splashing across his skin. A girl with a pretty, heart shaped face and girls of dark blonde, the kind one might argue was brown and a round, curvy body with the last boy's arm across her shoulders. He had a sharp kind of icy handsomeness that reminded one of the general, but when someone made a joke he tilted his head back and laughed like a little kid and the resemblance flew away
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Post by Lacarinus on Apr 14, 2015 14:44:45 GMT -5
filler
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Post by Shovatic on Apr 14, 2015 15:05:20 GMT -5
Annette hopped behind the last person im the line, a girl, and stood waiting. The girl turned to her with a very curious look.
"What happened to well, your, you know."
"I was on the S.S. Hera when it crashed." She said rather blankly. "Im Annette Finely. Engi-err actually im not quite sure what my rank is now."
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Post by Lacarinus on Apr 14, 2015 23:43:19 GMT -5
Varus could tell you what it meant to love a man who can’t admit to the world that he loves you back. It’s a unique thing. Somewhere between the pain of unrequited love and the absurdity of dumping someone via text message.
It’s a sunburn.
You spend all day outside and feel the heat on your skin, and it’s incredible. You feel free and you run faster and you play like a little kid because it’s summer. You stay out longer and your heart pumps slow, sluggish with the warmth. It is lovely. You want to stay like that forever.
Then you wake up the next morning, and all your left with is burns.
He slammed the door shut behind him, stepping out into the hallway, because he'd grown up. He's himself now- it's not it's that he was Oliver-and-Varus. It's a strange thing, being an –and-someone, he knew because he'd been Oliver-and-Varus for so very long, he thinks he's forgotten how to be just Varus.
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Alrighty, I'm gonna cut this thread here, and we can start a new one, because the lable Varus and Anette isn't going to fit for awhile, and its getting longgggg
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