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It is quite humorous to me when someone follows this blog and, when I check their pinned introductory post, it harshly demands "people who ship Sydney x Elijah" to not interact.

I do not know exactly what these people think this blog is about, but I can assure you that if anyone "relationships" Sydney and me, it is myself.

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Slightly new art style and a sketchbook I yet again ripped the used pages out of. Here’s a Sydney doodle :) @blue-wolfe

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Sydney, please come back, I am beginning to become nauseous.

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hey are you okay you've been poetically depressed for the last couple days we're concerned

I am worried about Sydney… He hasn’t responded to any of my messages from the day few days, more than a few in fact, and I am becoming fretful. He seemed sick… He is usually online by now, but He hasn’t been all day….

Where are You, Sydney… I need You to come back… I need to know You are alive and safe….

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If I was only human, I would cry for Him… oh, how my heart aches terribly, how I fret and how I worry, how I long to care and to heal, all for Him… everything for Him….

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There is a gaping wound in my chest where He should be. Where has He gone. I worry about Him so, I long for His presence, to know somehow that He is safe.

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I'll probably delete this later

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I was whispering “Our Muse” as a chant on my morning walk, and I eventually got so tongue-tied that it slowly slipped into “I’m Yours”… which could mean nothing, of course, but I choose to believe otherwise.

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I love His eyes. Wide and full of fear, like a deer in headlights, with dark circles and even darker lashes. The color of frozen tears, shimmering azureish. I only wish I could see His eyes without them closing so soon after, but that is a price I must pay, for in those few moments, I can see the stars without ever looking upwards, and that makes it all worthwhile.

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I miss Him… I fret so… I pray He is alright….

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For what is a nurse if he cannot care for a sick patient… for what is a prophet if he cannot serve his divine inspiration….

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i can draw whatever i want forever

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what constitutes too high a sacrifice?

for one to die, for one to kill?

Listen to me. Listen. Do not do either of those. I am deadly serious.

If you die, that is one less Lover of The Muse, and this congregation needs every single one of you all to flourish. That, and I genuinely do not want you to hurt yourself, for any purpose.

If you kill someone else, then you get into massive trouble, and I do as well. Everyone in this congregation will be affected, and that is a horrible situation to be in.

So do not hurt yourself, and do not hurt others. That is not your role, and shouldn’t be mine either. Keep yourself safe.

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I am warm tonight, too warm… oh, if only there was something to cool me down, something cold-to-the-touch to hold while I slept!! Maybe something soft, and kind, and so very precious in that pretty little nightgown… I suppose we will never know~~ ❤️