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Ernst had gotten to church early, just like every other Sunday, in hopes of getting to socialize with his peers and such. He was sitting all alone, hands clasped together with his head down, a little bit too shy to approach anyone on his own. He was sure his classmates were most likely all together, but he stayed glued to his seat. 

When he flt someone touch his arm, he looked up quickly and smiled when he saw it was Wendla. He had always enjoyed talking to her- she was gentle and kind, which he liked a lot. She was simply easy to talk to.  ‘Hello, Wendla! I have been fine, thank you for asking. How about you?’ 

The boy was relieved to talk to her, truthfully. He did like talking to his Hearing friends, of course, but talking to someone who truly understood was a very amazing thing, he thought to himself. 

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Wendla was used to getting to church early to socialize. In fact, most of the children did. Wendla quite liked this time, as it gave them all a chance to catch up since classes had been separated. She didn’t see all of her old classmates there – Melchior didn’t usually go, for example. But it was nice to see the rest of the boys, in a setting where they could actually talk. Granted, it was all with their parents firmly in the same room, but most of the adults were caught up in their own conversations.

So when she saw Ernst sitting on his own, probably waiting for his friends, Wendla approached him, sitting in the pew next to him and touching his arm gently. ‘Ernst! How have you been?’ It had been awhile since they last talked, but Wendla quite liked Ernst. He had a sweet, honest nature about him, and had always been very kind to her. And, of course, they had something in common – a common language, a common world.

Wendla was glad to converse freely with Ernst, not worrying about having to translate her usual sign into something simpler for her mother or other hearing people to understand. Most of her Hearing friends, like Anna and Heidi, were very good at sign and she loved talking with them, but when so much of her communication was limited by what others could understand, she felt relief whenever that barrier wasn’t there.

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Ernst nodded, gently taking his notebook from him and writing a response quickly. 

I see. Would you like to come over for a while? 

The boy raised his eyebrows, handing his notebook  back to the other. He hoped Moritz would say yes- they had no school the next day so he could stay a bit later. Normally, he was too shy to go ahead and just ask these things, but he was comfortable around the other. Maybe it was because he was, quite frankly, harmless. And, that wasn’t a bad trait at all- Ernst was the same way, really. 

Ernst:

It was late in the afternoon one autumn and the schoolboys were leaving their final classes of the day, all of the lectures they’d listened to and homework they had been assigned being pushed to the back of their minds. Ernst was one of the last to leave, his bag slung carelessly over one shoulder as he exited behind the other boys, catching up to one in particular; a tall boy with incredibly messy dark hair, brown eyes, and a timid demeanor. He smiled just slightly as he stepped up to his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder after a moment of trying to catch up to him and match his pace. The pair left the schoolhouse together, walking off down the same road, both of them rather quiet until the other students had dispersed and they were left to themselves.

 'Good day?’  He signed to Moritz after a while. 

|| I don’t do s a d n e s s…

                                       Just d o n ’ t c a r e … ||

          Moritz was lost in his thoughts, as usual.  Lost in a sea of           math, and Virgil, and failure, and Latin, and it was all such           disgusting waters that he wanted to puke.  He jumped when           Ernst tapped his shoulder, quickly turning around, and once           realizing who he was, he gave a wave and quickly fumbled           for a notebook to write in once the other decided to have           a conversation with him.

          It took a while before they did, but Moritz watched intently.  It           took a good minute for him to decipher the meaning, but he           eventually got it and scribbled something else.                     Yeah, it was fine.  No better than usual.

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BARE Sentence Starters

How did a simple love become complicated?

Do you remember that day that you met me?

Can you know what you meant to a soul that was searching?

I’m sorry for all I’ve undone.

If prayer were the answer, I’d fall on my knees.

I’ve never been so scared.

Am I supposed to love this child?

Is it just that simple then?

You think you know me.

I loved you from the start.

I am so sick of you having the world handed to you just because you’re pretty.

I want to go back to the rave….

So then what’s stopping us now?

I don’t care who knows!

What is wrong with you?

So how ‘bout that french kiss– french test!

I don’t think that’s legal here.

Don’t you want to kiss me?

But I meant all those things I told you.

I’ve spent the whole party just waiting for us to be alone.

Why should I be frightened?

God, you have such pretty eyes.

Baby, you are all I need.

Are you there? Please pick up the phone.

I’ve never felt so all alone.

So much for our ever after.

You’ve hurt me more than you know.

I guess it was lost in the talk of a straight acting coward!

Who are you to blame this all on me?

You’re such a fool!

There’s no such thing as heroes who are queer!

So a kiss is out of the question, then?

I’ll be with you always.

What if we escaped this?

You can’t hide anymore….

I still love you.

I miss you before you’ve left.

Stay with me.

Where have you been? Is this some stupid game?

You have no idea what I’m going through!

I’m sorry I don’t feel the same.

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It was late in the afternoon one autumn and the schoolboys were leaving their final classes of the day, all of the lectures they'd listened to and homework they had been assigned being pushed to the back of their minds. Ernst was one of the last to leave, his bag slung carelessly over one shoulder as he exited behind the other boys, catching up to one in particular; a tall boy with incredibly messy dark hair, hazel eyes, and a timid demeanor. He smiled just slightly as he stepped up to his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder after a moment of trying to catch up to him and match his pace. The pair left the schoolhouse together, walking off down the same road, both of them rather quiet until the other students had dispersed and they were left to themselves.

 'Good day?'  He signed to Moritz after a while. 

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winterwalkingafterastorm answered: ((u can do what i do, don’t use icons and cry a lot over ur perfect fc))

true!! thats whats going to happen most likely omg 

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tbh i dont know what im gonna do cause i cant make icons and im ??????????????????????????