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đđĄđ đ§đđ±đ đđđ° đđđČđŹ đ°đđ«đ đźđ§đđŻđđ§đđđźđ„, đŹđđŻđ đđšđ« đđĄđ đđšđšđ€ đ«đđŹđđąđ§đ đšđ§ đČđšđźđ« đ§đąđ đĄđđŹđđđ§đ. đđđŹđ©đąđđ đČđšđźđ«đŹđđ„đ, đČđšđź đđšđźđ„đđ§âđ đĄđđ„đ© đđźđ đ©đąđđ€ đąđ đźđ©, đđĄđźđŠđđąđ§đ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đđĄđ đ©đđ đđŹ đđš đ°đĄđđ«đ đđĄđ đŹđđšđ«đČ đ„đđđ đšđđ. đđšđź đŹđđąđ„đ„ đ°đđ«đđ§âđ đŹđźđ«đ đ°đĄđđ đđš đđĄđąđ§đ€ đšđ đđ„đđŹđđšđ«. đđĄđđ«đŠđąđ§đ ? đđđ«đđđąđ§đ„đČ. đđ§đ§đšđČđąđ§đ ? đđąđđĄđšđźđ đ đđšđźđđ. đđ§đđ«đąđ đźđąđ§đ ? đđšđ«đ đđĄđđ§ đČđšđź đđđ«đđ đđš đđđŠđąđ.
đđđ, đ„đąđđ đ°đđ§đ đšđ§. đđšđ«đ€ đđšđ§đŹđźđŠđđ đČđšđźđ« đŠđšđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ, đđ§đ đđĄđ đđŻđđ§đąđ§đ đŹ đ°đđ«đ đŹđ©đđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ đđźđ©đŹ đšđ đđđ đđ§đ đ§đšđŻđđ„đŹâđČđšđźđ« đźđŹđźđđ„ đŹđđ§đđđźđđ«đČ đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđ đ§đšđąđŹđ đšđ đđĄđ đ°đšđ«đ„đ. đđ đ°đđŹđ§âđ đźđ§đđąđ„ đ
đ«đąđđđČ đđđđđ«đ§đšđšđ§, đđŹ đČđšđź đŹđđ đąđ§ đČđšđźđ« đđđŻđšđ«đąđđ đđšđđđđ đŹđĄđšđ©, đđĄđđ đđĄđ đ©đđŹđ đ°đđđ€âđŹ đ©đđđźđ„đąđđ« đđŻđđ§đđŹ đđđŠđ đ«đźđŹđĄđąđ§đ đđđđ€.
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đđ đ°đđŹ đŹđ„đąđ đđđ«đšđŹđŹ đČđšđźđ« đđđđ„đ đđČ đ đđđ«đąđŹđđ đ°đĄđš đŹđđđŠđđ đŁđźđŹđ đđŹ đđšđ§đđźđŹđđ đđŹ đČđšđź. "đđâđŹ đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđ đŠđđ§ đ°đĄđš đ°đđŹ đĄđđ«đ đđđ«đ„đąđđ«. đđđ„đ„, đ«đđ đŹđźđąđ? đđđąđ đČđšđźâđ đ€đ§đšđ° đĄđąđŠ."
đđšđźđ« đđąđ§đ đđ«đŹ đđ«đđđđ đšđŻđđ« đđĄđ đšđ«đ§đđđ đđ§đŻđđ„đšđ©đ. đđĄđš đđŻđđ§ đźđŹđđ đ°đđ± đŹđđđ„đŹ đđ§đČđŠđšđ«đ? đđźđ„đ„đąđ§đ đąđ đšđ©đđ§, đČđšđź đźđ§đđšđ„đđđ đ đđđ«đ đ°đąđđĄ đąđŠđŠđđđźđ„đđđ đĄđđ§đđ°đ«đąđđąđ§đ .
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đđšđźđ« đđ«đšđ° đđźđ«đ«đšđ°đđ, đđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đĄđđđ«đđđđđ đȘđźđąđđ€đđ§đđ. đđĄđ đđźđđđđąđđČ. đđĄđ đđĄđđ«đŠ. đđ đđąđ§đŹđ đČđšđźđ« đđđđđđ« đŁđźđđ đŠđđ§đ, đČđšđź đđšđźđ„đđ§âđ đĄđđ„đ© đđźđ đđ đđźđ«đąđšđźđŹ.
đđĄđđ đđŻđđ§đąđ§đ , đČđšđź đŹđđšđšđ đšđźđđŹđąđđ đđ đđÌđŻđ, đšđ§đ đšđ đđĄđ đŠđšđŹđ đ©đ«đđŹđđąđ đąđšđźđŹ đ«đđŹđđđźđ«đđ§đđŹ đąđ§ đđđ° đđ«đ„đđđ§đŹ. đđšđź đđ„đŠđšđŹđ đđąđđ§âđ đđšđŠđ. đđ„đŠđšđŹđ. đđźđ đĄđđ«đ đČđšđź đ°đđ«đ, đąđ§ đČđšđźđ« đđđŹđ đđ«đđŹđŹ, đđ„đźđđđĄđąđ§đ đđĄđ đŻđđ«đČ đđšđšđ€ đĄđ đđšđźđ đĄđ đđšđ« đČđšđź.
đđ§đŹđąđđ, đđĄđ đđŠđđąđđ§đđ đ°đđŹ đđŹ đđ§đđĄđđ§đđąđ§đ đđŹ đąđđŹ đ«đđ©đźđđđđąđšđ§ đ©đ«đšđŠđąđŹđđâđŹđšđđ đŁđđłđł, đ đ„đąđđđđ«đąđ§đ đđĄđđ§đđđ„đąđđ«đŹ, đđ§đ đđĄđ đđ„đąđ§đ€ đšđ đ đ„đđŹđŹđđŹ đđ«đšđŠ đđ„đđ đđ§đđ„đČ đđ«đđŹđŹđđ đ©đđđ«đšđ§đŹ. đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđđ đđ đ đđđđ„đ ïżœïżœđđđ« đđĄđ đ°đąđ§đđšđ°, đĄđąđŹ đ«đđ đŹđźđąđ đźđ§đŠđąđŹđđđ€đđđ„đ.
âđ/đ,â đĄđ đ đ«đđđđđ, đŹđđđ§đđąđ§đ đđŹ đČđšđź đđ©đ©đ«đšđđđĄđđ. đđąđŹ đ đ«đąđ§ đ°đđŹ đđđłđłđ„đąđ§đ , đĄđąđŹ đđČđđŹ đŹđĄđđ«đ© đČđđ đ°đđ«đŠ. âđ đŠđźđŹđ đŹđđČ, đČđšđźâđ«đ đđŻđđ§ đ„đšđŻđđ„đąđđ« đźđ§đđđ« đđĄđđŹđ đ„đąđ đĄđđŹ.â
đđšđź đ«đšđ„đ„đđ đČđšđźđ« đđČđđŹ đđźđ đđđ„đ đđĄđ đĄđđđ đđ«đđđ© đđš đČđšđźđ« đđĄđđđ€đŹ. âđ
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âđđđ«đĄđđ©đŹ đ§đšđ, đđźđ đĄđšđ§đđŹđđČ đŠđąđ đĄđ.â đđ đ©đźđ„đ„đđ đšđźđ đČđšđźđ« đđĄđđąđ«, đĄđąđŹ đđđđąđšđ§đŹ đźđ§đđšđŠđđšđ«đđđđ„đČ đ§đđđźđ«đđ„ đđšđ« đŹđšđŠđđšđ§đ đ°đĄđš đŹđĄđšđźđ„đâđŻđ đđđđ§ đ đŹđđ«đđ§đ đđ«.
đđĄđ đđŻđđ§đąđ§đ đ°đđŹ... đ©đ„đđđŹđđ§đ. đđ„đđŹđđšđ«, đđšđ« đđ„đ„ đĄđąđŹ đȘđźđąđ«đ€đŹ đđ§đ đđĄđđđđ«đąđđđ„ đđĄđđ«đŠ, đ°đđŹ đđ§đ đđ đąđ§đ . đđ đđŹđ€đđ đđđšđźđ đČđšđźđ« đđđŻđšđ«đąđđ đđšđšđ€đŹ, đČđšđźđ« đđĄđąđ„đđĄđšđšđ, đČđšđźđ« đđŹđ©đąđ«đđđąđšđ§đŹ. đđźđ đ°đĄđđ§ đđĄđ đđšđ§đŻđđ«đŹđđđąđšđ§ đđźđ«đ§đđ đđš đĄđąđŠ, đĄđ đ°đđŹ đ đźđđ«đđđ.
âđđšđźâđ«đ đ«đđŠđđ«đ€đđđ„đČ đĄđđ«đ đđš đ«đđđ, đđ„đđŹđđšđ«,â đČđšđź đŹđđąđ, đđđ€đąđ§đ đ đŹđąđ© đšđ đČđšđźđ« đ°đąđ§đ.
âđđŠ đ?â đđ đđĄđźđđ€đ„đđ, đ„đđđ§đąđ§đ đđšđ«đ°đđ«đ ïżœïżœđ„đąđ đĄđđ„đČ. âđđđ«đĄđđ©đŹ đąđâđŹ đđđđđźđŹđ đđĄđđ«đâđŹ đ§đšđđĄđąđ§đ đđš đ«đđđ. đđźđŹđ đ đŹđąđŠđ©đ„đ đŠđđ§ đ°đąđđĄ đŹđąđŠđ©đ„đ đąđ§đđđ«đđŹđđŹ.â
âđđąđŠđ©đ„đ?â đČđšđź đđđĄđšđđ, đđ«đđĄđąđ§đ đ đđ«đšđ°. âđđ§đ đČđđ, đČđšđź đšđ«đđĄđđŹđđ«đđđ đđ„đđđšđ«đđđ đđąđ§đ§đđ«đŹ đđšđ« đŹđđ«đđ§đ đđ«đŹ đČđšđź đŠđđđ đąđ§ đđšđšđ€đŹđđšđ«đđŹ?â
đđ đŹđŠđąđ«đ€đđ, đ„đđđ§đąđ§đ đđđđ€. âđđ§đ„đČ đđšđ« đđĄđ đđ±đđ«đđšđ«đđąđ§đđ«đČ đšđ§đđŹ.â
đđĄđ đ§đąđ đĄđ đđ§đđđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đ°đđ„đ€ đđ„đšđ§đ đđĄđ đđąđŠđ„đČ đ„đąđ đŹđđ«đđđđŹ đšđ đđđ° đđ«đ„đđđ§đŹ. đđĄđ đđąđđČ đ°đđŹ đđ„đąđŻđ đ°đąđđĄ đŠđźđŹđąđ đđ§đ đ„đđźđ đĄđđđ«, đČđđ đđĄđ đđ°đš đšđ đČđšđź đŹđđđŠđđ đđš đđ±đąđŹđ đąđ§ đ đŹđđ©đđ«đđđ đ°đšđ«đ„đ.
âđđšđźâđŻđ đ„đđđ đŠđ đđźđ«đąđšđźđŹ, đđ„đđŹđđšđ«,â đČđšđź đđđŠđąđđđđ đđŹ đČđšđź đ«đđđđĄđđ đČđšđźđ« đđ©đđ«đđŠđđ§đ đđźđąđ„đđąđ§đ .
âđđźđ«đąđšđŹđąđđČ đąđŹ đ đđđ§đ đđ«đšđźđŹ đđĄđąđ§đ , đŠđČ đđđđ«,â đĄđ đ«đđ©đ„đąđđ, đĄđąđŹ đŻđšđąđđ đđ«đšđ©đ©đąđ§đ đđš đ đ§đđđ« đ°đĄđąđŹđ©đđ«. âđđźđ đ đđąđ§đ đąđ đŹđźđąđđŹ đČđšđź.â
đđđđšđ«đ đČđšđź đđšđźđ„đ đ«đđŹđ©đšđ§đ, đĄđ đŹđđđ©đ©đđ đđ„đšđŹđđ«, đĄđąđŹ đ đ«đąđ§ đŹđšđđđđ§đąđ§đ . âđđšđšđđ§đąđ đĄđ, đŠđšđ§ đđ§đ đ,â đĄđ đŠđźđ«đŠđźđ«đđ, đđ«đźđŹđĄđąđ§đ đ đđđđđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đĄđ đ€đąđŹđŹ đđš đđĄđ đđđđ€ đšđ đČđšđźđ« đĄđđ§đ đđđđšđ«đ đ«đđđ«đđđđąđ§đ đąđ§đđš đđĄđ đŹđĄđđđšđ°đŹ.
đđŹ đČđšđź đđ„đąđŠđđđ đđĄđ đŹđđđąđ«đŹ đđš đČđšđźđ« đđ©đđ«đđŠđđ§đ, đČđšđź đ«đđđ„đąđłđđ đČđšđź đŹđđąđ„đ„ đĄđđ„đ đđĄđ đđšđšđ€ đąđ§ đČđšđźđ« đđ«đŠđŹ. đđ„đąđđąđ§đ đąđ đšđ§đđš đđĄđ đđđđ„đ, đŹđšđŠđđđĄđąđ§đ đŹđ„đąđ©đ©đđ đđ«đšđŠ đąđđŹ đ©đđ đđŹâđ đđđ«đ.
đđ đ°đđŹ đąđđđ§đđąđđđ„ đđš đđĄđ đ„đđđđđ« đĄđâđ đŹđđ§đ đđđ«đ„đąđđ«, đŹđđŻđ đđšđ« đđĄđ đ°đšđ«đđŹ đ°đ«đąđđđđ§ đšđ§ đąđ:
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âđđđđ«đđđŹ đđ«đ đđđŹđ đŹđĄđđ«đđ đźđ§đđđ« đŠđšđšđ§đ„đąđ đĄđ. đđĄđđ„đ„ đ°đ đđšđ§đđąđ§đźđ đšđźđ« đŹđđšđ«đČ?â
đđšđźđ« đ©đźđ„đŹđ đȘđźđąđđ€đđ§đđ. đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ°đđŹ đ§đš đšđ«đđąđ§đđ«đČ đŠđđ§.
đđźđ đđĄđđ§ đđ đđąđ§, đ©đđ«đĄđđ©đŹ đČđšđź đ°đđ«đđ§âđ đđŹ đšđ«đđąđ§đđ«đČ đđŹ đČđšđź đđđ„đąđđŻđđ đđąđđĄđđ«.
đđĄđ đ§đšđđ đ„đąđ§đ đđ«đđ đąđ§ đČđšđźđ« đŠđąđ§đ đđšđ« đđđČđŹ. "đđđđ«đđđŹ đđ«đ đđđŹđ đŹđĄđđ«đđ đźđ§đđđ« đŠđšđšđ§đ„đąđ đĄđ." đđĄđđ đ°đđŹ đĄđ đ©đ„đđČđąđ§đ đđ? đđ„đđŹđđšđ«âđŹ đđĄđđ«đŠ đđ§đ đ°đąđ đ°đđ«đ đźđ§đđđ§đąđđđ„đ, đđźđ đđĄđđ«đ đ°đđŹ đŹđšđŠđđđĄđąđ§đ đźđ§đŹđđđđ„đąđ§đ âđđĄđ«đąđ„đ„đąđ§đ âđđđšđźđ đđĄđ đđ§đąđ đŠđđđąđ đ«đđđąđš đĄđšđŹđ.
đđšđź đ°đđ«đđ§âđ đŹđźđ«đ đąđ đąđ đ°đđŹ đđźđ«đąđšđŹđąđđČ, đđđđąđđ§đđ, đšđ« đ đŠđąđ±đđźđ«đ đšđ đđšđđĄ đđĄđđ đ„đđ đČđšđź đđš đđĄđ đ©đđ«đ€ đđĄđđ đ§đąđ đĄđ. đđĄđ đŠđšđšđ§ đĄđźđ§đ đĄđąđ đĄ, đđđŹđđąđ§đ đŹđąđ„đŻđđ«đČ đ„đąđ đĄđ đšđŻđđ« đđĄđ đŹđ©đ«đđ°đ„đąđ§đ đšđđ€ đđ«đđđŹ đđ§đ đđšđđđ„đđŹđđšđ§đ đ©đđđĄđŹ. đđĄđ đđąđ« đ°đđŹ đđšđšđ„, đđĄđ đ€đąđ§đ đšđ đđ«đąđŹđ©đ§đđŹđŹ đđĄđđ đŠđđđ đČđšđź đđ°đđ«đ đšđ đđŻđđ«đČ đđ«đđđđĄ.
đđšđź đđ„đźđđđĄđđ đđĄđ đđšđšđ€ đĄđâđ đđšđźđ đĄđ đČđšđź, đ§đšđ° đđđšđ«đ§đđ đ°đąđđĄ đđĄđ đ§đšđđ đđźđđ€đđ đ§đđđđ„đČ đđđđ°đđđ§ ïżœïżœđđŹ đ©đđ đđŹ. đđĄđ đ©đđ«đ€ đ°đđŹ đȘđźđąđđ đŹđđŻđ đđšđ« đđĄđ đ«đźđŹđđ„đąđ§đ đšđ đ„đđđŻđđŹ, đđ§đ đČđšđź đđđ đđ§ đđš đ°đšđ§đđđ« đąđ đČđšđźâđ đđđđ§ đđšđšđ„đąđŹđĄ đđš đđšđŠđ.
âđđĄ, đŠđšđ§ đđ§đ đ,â đ đŹđŠđšđšđđĄ đŻđšđąđđ đđđ„đ„đđ, đđ«đđđ€đąđ§đ đđĄđ đŹđąđ„đđ§đđ.
đđšđź đđźđ«đ§đđ đđš đŹđđ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ„đđđ§đąđ§đ đđđŹđźđđ„đ„đČ đđ đđąđ§đŹđ đ đ„đđŠđ©đ©đšđŹđ, đĄđąđŹ đ«đđ đŹđźđąđ đąđŠđ©đšđŹđŹđąđđ„đČ đ©đ«đąđŹđđąđ§đ, đđŻđđ§ đąđ§ đđĄđ đđąđŠ đ„đąđ đĄđ. đđąđŹ đ đ«đąđ§ đ°đđŹ đđŹ đŹđĄđđ«đ© đđŹ đđŻđđ«, đđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đđČđđŹ đ đ„đđđŠđđ đ°đąđđĄ đŹđšđŠđđđĄđąđ§đ đźđ§đ«đđđđđđ„đ.
âđđšđź đđđđźđđ„đ„đČ đđđŠđ,â đĄđ đŹđđąđ, đŹđđ«đđąđ đĄđđđ§đąđ§đ đđ§đ đŹđđźđ§đđđ«đąđ§đ đđšđ°đđ«đ đČđšđź.
âđâđŠ đ§đšđ đŹđźđ«đ đąđ đđĄđđ đŹđđČđŹ đŠđšđ«đ đđđšđźđ đŠđČ đđźđ«đąđšđŹđąđđČ đšđ« đŠđČ đ„đđđ€ đšđ đđšđŠđŠđšđ§ đŹđđ§đŹđ,â đČđšđź đ«đđ©đ„đąđđ, đđ„đźđđđĄđąđ§đ đđĄđ đđšđšđ€ đđąđ đĄđđđ«.
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âđđąđ đ°đąđđĄ đŠđ,â đĄđ đŹđđąđ.
đđ đđąđ§đŹđ đČđšđźđ« đđđđđđ« đŁđźđđ đŠđđ§đ, đČđšđź đđąđ. đđĄđ đŠđšđšđ§đ„đąđ đĄđ đđąđ„đđđ«đđ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đđĄđ đđ«đđ§đđĄđđŹ, đđđŹđđąđ§đ đđđ©đ©đ„đđ đŹđĄđđđšđ°đŹ đšđŻđđ« đĄđąđŹ đđđđ. đ
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âđđĄđđ đąđŹ đđĄđąđŹ?â đČđšđź đđŹđ€đđ, đ đ„đđ§đđąđ§đ đđ đĄđąđŠ.
âđ đđ«đđ đŠđđ§đ đšđ đŠđČ đđ«đźđđĄ,â đĄđ đŹđđąđ đŹđąđŠđ©đ„đČ.
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#one shot#hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin alastor#hazbin art#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin fandom#hazbin fanart#helluva#the radio demon#radio demon x reader#Alastor x reader#human alastor x reader#character x reader
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Could you do Vassago x reader hcs?
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~Vassago x gn!Reader Hcs~
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Vassago who... LOVES. calling you sweet little Spanish pet names.
"C'mere mi amorr~"
"Ay que linda/lindo mi preciosa/precioso~"
Vassago who... gets mad when you steal his lil yellow tint glasses but secretly loves seeing you wearing his things.
Vassago who... Loves matching outfits with you! Color scheme, outfit type, anything. (especially on dates)
Vassago who... Isn't a real touchy person but enjoys hand holding<3
Vassago who... Will start an argument or fight with ANYONE who tries to insult/belittle you. (doesn't matter who, no ones safe)
Vassago who... Is always a "ask consent before doing anything" type of person. He'll never do anything you're not comfy with.
Vassago who... Isn't really a sex type of guy (asexual possibly?) You would never make him do anything because of your urges, simply making out could help. (COMPLAIN TO THE WALL HORNY BITCHES, HE DONT SEEM FREAKY DEEKY)
Vassago who... Is a gardenerrr! He'll love to get dirty (not like thatđ-) and plant flowers and cute things in the backyard. (he also likes putting the flowers in your hair<3)
Vassago who... In general is the cutest towards you and would do anything to keep you happy. Sick? Already at the store grabbing everything you need to get better. Feeling depresso? He's got your favorite movies, shows, and a nice set up at the couch to keep you cozy and make you feel better :)
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A/n: YES IK THIS WAS SHORT ASF. Motivation is the hardest to find when the winter depression is killing my spiritđ Requests will be back open and I'll try to get more stuff out either right before or a bit after New Years. Happy holidays! (yes my drafts have been overflowing bc of requests and crazy ass ideas)
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Weeping Heart (Part 5)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Summary: panic attacks and tears
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Warnings: the beginnings of a panic attack, cardan being sad and frustrated, though i dont go into details. yn running away again, ig. (the next part will include her getting comforted, dw <3 )
Word Count: 1107
A/n: shes a lil late but shes hereee yayyy đ„ł
Imp: the next parts will be either posted on friday or next monday, depending on how quick i write. it will be a double update, so everyone whos on team herb can read the herb x reader part and ones on team cardan can read the cardan x reader part. i will add those links to this part when they are uploaded, so if you choose yes, you read the herb part. if you choose no, you read the cardan part.
anyways, enjoyđ„čâŁïž
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Y/n did not mind mornings. She had come across quite a few humans who insisted mornings were the worst time of the day, about how they preferred night.
Most faeries would agree, considering they slept during the day and worked at night. But Y/n, she loved mornings. She could get some peace to herself, some quiet that seemed to betray her when her soldiers, male and female alike, were awake. It was just quiet chatter, but it still got on her nerves sometimes.
Y/n always got herself up a few hours before sunset to have some time to herself, to practise her fighting skills, to think.
Y/n also knew Cardan liked to sleep. Most of the time, he had no option but to sleep off his hangovers after drinking the whole night, but even when that wasn't the case, he would never wake up while the sun was still out without a reason.
So when Y/n snuck out of Herbâs tent in the afternoon, the sun beating down on her as she went, it was a huge surprise to Y/n to find Cardan sitting on her bed, wide awake.
She paused at the threshold of her tent, the flap fluttering shut behind her as she processed the sight. "Cardan? Youâre up early."
He smiled, though it did not reach his eyes. "Yeah. Iâve been up for some time now." He paused, glancing down at Y/nâs boots. It was a thing he used to do, when he was feeling vulnerable but did not want her to see. "Waiting⊠for you."
Y/nâs blood slowed in her veins before rushing again, and she sighed, stepping forward and making her way towards the chair in the corner. "I was sleeping, Cardan."
"Where?" His response was quick, sharp, as if he had been thinking of it since he woke up. It made Y/n freeze in her tracks, her eyes growing slightly wide.
"Uh⊠in a soldierâs tent?"
He stood. "Why?"
Y/n blinked. "What do you mean why? My bed was occupied, so-"
"So now you canât even stand my presence?" He laughed.
Y/n stared at him, at a loss for words. She looked at him closely, noting the gauntness in his pale cheeks, he shadows under his eyes.
Sure, he had all those before, but the hollows seemed deeper, the shadows darker. "I never said that, Cardan. And I would never be intolerable to your presence."
He scoffed. "Right, thatâs why youâve been running away and avoiding returning to Insmire for so long."
Y/n sighed, rubbing her face. "Itâs nothing against you, Cardan-"
"Then why have you been avoiding me since I arrived?! Iâve been trying to talk to you, Iâve tried so many times! Why are you running away from me?!" He snapped, his voice rising.
And Y/n froze completely.
Cardan never yelled. That was something Y/n had grown up with. No matter what, Cardan never yelled. He would drink, he would party, he would revel, hell, heâd bed people just to forget his frustrations. But he never yelled.
And never at Y/n.
It broke her will to care.
"Because if I donât, I might just kill myself!"
He stilled, his eyes wild as he stared back at her, his chest heaving. Y/n stepped forward, closer and closer to him. His gaze tracked her movements, almost predatory.
"Do you know, Cardan, how much pain I have been in everyday since I realised that you would never look at me like I look at you?" He said nothing, his eyes wide. "Everyday, Iâd put on a smile, act like I have not been in love with you since I understood what love was, and watched as you did all that you did, as you revelled and ruined your own reputation, as you acted like you loved all those females you bedded."
Y/n finally stopped a foot from him, jabbing her finger into his chest, fury blazing in her heart. "I was there as you watched your mother ignore you, I was there to comfort you, I was there as you shattered every time after her rejection. I was there when you wanted Jude, I was right there helping you out with her. I listened to every detail you provided of your love life, trying to hold myself together, and you just couldnât see it."
Y/n shook her head, smiling. "You could never see it, you were too busy making eyes at others to notice me. And yes, if youâre going to ask me if running away was necessary, yes it was. Because I could no longer bear to watch you be in love with Jude while I stared at you like a lovesick puppy. It was eating me alive from the inside. And I couldnât tell you about it either, because I saw how in love with Jude you were, and I never wanted to get in the way of your happiness. You know why? Because I care about you, Cardan. I care about you."
He stared at Y/n, looking like he was about to cry as she panted, her blood chilling as she realised what she had just done.
"Y/n, I-"
Y/n stumbled back, her heart beating in her throat.
The beating slowed.
Her hearing diminished.
Or maybe the birds stopped chirping. She didnât know.
She didnât care.
This was a panic attack, she was sure of it.
This was the first one she was having in years. The last time was when Y/n had realised she loved Cardan and had almost blurted it out at him, but stopped just before he could hear it, and then he had left with a pretty nymph on his arm.
Even back then, he had not paid any attention to her as he led the female away, already beginning to kiss her before they were even out of sight.
And she had made it a mission that she never had any other panic attacks ever again. And if she did, sheâd not create a scene, especially not in front of Cardan.
So she took another step back, her heartbeat thudding in her ears, slow, unsteady, and then turned and sprinted out of her tent, her only focus her horse, Toad.
And the moment the horse was in her arms reach, she swung herself onto the mareâs back and rode away, tears beginning to gather in her eyes.
She heard him calling after her.
Maybe Herb would keep Cardan away. Keep him from following her.
But did she want him to?
No.
Yes.
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kiss under the mistletoe
ivan and mizi x reader
A/N:I took the time to write a small scenario for IvĂĄn and Mizi while my mother finished dinner đnot corrected
MIZI
The glow of Christmas lights and decorations illuminated the living room and the soft smell of cinnamon added to the festive atmosphere.You and Mizi were finishing decorating the fireplace, when you noticed that there was mistletoe on top of you and Mizi.
- s/o there seems to be something about us - he said with a big smile but there were pink tones on his cheeks. His voice was soft and full of tenderness - don't you think we should follow tradition?
You turn to the mistletoe and quickly begin to get nervous "I agree" you say with a shaky voice.
Mizi reached out and placed his fingers on your jaw. He looked at you as a sign that he wanted your approval. Once you told him yes he slowly approached your face and captured your lips in a tender kiss.
The problems surrounding them slowly disappeared until only you and her were left.
IVAN
The soft glow of the lights illuminated the room, casting soft reflections on the windows. The soft breeze of air entered the place moving Ivan's black hair. You were just putting the mistletoe on the fireplace
You couldn't hide your smile at how cute he looked looking at you. âI didnât expect you to be able to cook cookies,â you said as you looked at the cookies sitting on the kitchen counter.
He gave you a mocking smile, his black eyes reflecting a black spot in his eyes. "What can I tell you, I am a person of many surprises," he said with a funny tone.
Ivan bowed and stood in front of you, with the mistletoe on top of you and the man. Ivan smiled playfully "What now?" you asked in a curious voice.
Before you could ask another question he leaned in, his hands resting on your waist as he leaned in slowly. "It's tradition, dear," he said, as his lips met yours in a soft, flirtatious kiss.
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me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???
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‷âCan't be Shared | Coriolanus SnowâËË-
âąâŸWarning: NSFW | somnophilia, mentions of prostitution (Snow was going to 'share' you) cunnilingus, pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), possessive af Snow, impact play (he slaps your thigh once), ruined orgasm (you do cum in the end) | lmk if I forgot anything!
âąâŸPairing: young president! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader
âąâŸSummary: Snow was going to share you with the elite of the Capitol but changed his mind halfway through only to have his way with you and make you the First Lady of Panem
âąâŸA/N: hehe, the longest fic I have writing so far, hope y'all enjoy this and reblog ;)
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He thought he would be okay with it. He was sure he would be okay with it. But he wasn't. Snow's blood boiled when the rich elitist of the capitol had begun to touch you, whisper you praises, and whatnot. The only thing that was going in his mind was his, his, his.
When had he gotten so attached, he wasn't supposed to be. Letting them touch you, and play with you was a strategic decision to get them hooked and you weren't meant to be his Queen but something had changed. Something snapping in him when the Capitolsâ richest eyed you like a meal.
His jaw was clenched and he cleared his throat, âI changed my mind.â He said, âI am not sharing after all.â
You are his. His property. His bird locked in his cage and now his Queen. He pulled you closer, away from prying hands. He glared, memorizing the face of any and everyone displeased, thinking of plans of how to dispose of them quickly because even if briefly they had touched you that was a sin. No one taints the Queen but a King.
He cordially finishes dinner, keeping in mind he was a president, a newly appointed one at that even if he wanted to he couldn't drag you into his room and have his way with you. But he wanted to. His free hand is on your thigh, gripping it hard enough to leave a small bruise. His hold gets tighter the more he has to smile pretty and act polite.
You hadn't said a word, you weren't sure what to say. You were ready to be shared, used, and then discarded. Snow had told you of this beforehand, but he had changed his mind and you were grateful.
Even as he marked you, made you whimper with his grip, giving your thigh a warning squeeze to be quiet. You were relieved that he decided not to share. You were his, you liked that you were his.
Dinner took longer than you would have preferred, but when it finally came to an end, Snow leaned into you and whispered, âBe on my bed wearing my shirt and nothing else, my bird.â
You didn't reply. You get up, walking into his room, heat choking your veins and making your pussy ache and wet. You close the door as you reach the master bedroom of the manor.
Going into his closet you picked on a red shirt, knowing that it would match your skin tone well. You had taken everything else off, your panties and previous clothes on the floor. You were in full display as you didn't even button up the shirt. Your breasts are exposed to the cold air making your nipples harden.
You sat on the bed, waiting for him to come. One minute bleeds into ten and you laid down on the bed. One hour turns to several and your eyes close up. Sleep catches up with you.
You woke up with a gasp. Sleep at the edge of your mind but your mouth lets out a moan wantonly as several things hit you at once.
One. Snow was here.
Two. Snow was between your thighs, his hands keeping your thighs wide and spread for him.
Three. His lips were on your clit, sucking it vigorously making you arch your back and wanting to flinch away from the intensity.
And you tried to move away, your bud sensitive more with pain than in pleasure. How long was Snow like this, sucking at your clit. Your pussy was now impossibly slick and throbbing, wanting to be filled.
A slap was delivered onto your thigh, a hitched moan leaving your lips because of the delicious pain. âBehave,â Snow sneers at you, his blue eyes looking ravenous, his face smeared with your arousal. This was Snow? You thought for a brief second. For once he felt like a man brought down to his knees by a woman instead of something untouched.
âSorry,â you gasp out as he dives into your cunt. His tongue drew circles onto your clit as your cunt clenched around nothing. You never thought Snow would be sloppy at anything, you thought wrong because his breathing was loud, warn air of his pants grazing your sex. His stubble brushed against your sex as all of his attention was overstimulating your clit.
He finally lost interest as you cried out that you were close just by him playing with your clit for who knows how long. It hurt. It felt good. Perfect, delicious pleasure and pain. You were dizzy, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.
He leaves your clit alone, but his tongue finds its way to the rest of your pussy. His tongue traces your folds, your slit, and the inside of your walls. Leaving no parts of your cunt untouched by his mouth. He was licking every drop of your juices, all the while he made you wetter.
Your hands were fisted into the sheets, your hips subtly moving for friction. A notion that was stopped with a squeeze of his hand on your thigh. You were brought to your high, so close to the edge you would fall in a second as moans spilled from your lips.
Only for that to be snatched away as Snow moved away. You cry out, âNo! Please!â But Snow merely raised an unamused eyebrow while his hand wiped his mouth. âSnow, please,â you whispered, feeling the heat and the high of your lost orgasm.
He lets out a scoff as he sees your desperate state. âMy meal is finished,â he merely said. His hand takes off the red suit, the same color as your (his) shirt. His fingers unbutton his white shirt, revealing his toned physique. Those same hands now unzipped his pants, his boxer down to the floor revealing a hard cock. The well-rounded tip leaking pre-cum.
âBut I am not done with you yet,â he muses, as he moves in closer. You were sitting up now and his hand was on your nape.
âI don't think I'll ever be done with you,â he whispers, the words sealing a promise of forever. âDon't be,â you whispered back, leaning to catch his lips. Your arms around his shoulders to pull him on top of you, to feel his weight, his skin against yours.
Primal instincts take over you both as you kiss. Desperate whimpers and deep groans could be heard and his teeth sank into your bottom lip. Making it bleed and making him suck your blood into his mouth. He pulls back with a gasp, his eyes wide, his lips swollen. His taste was of a dessert you couldn't name. Addictive and delicious.
His left hand was on your cheek, another still on your nape. His thumb brushes your cheek in a manner of caring. âYou're the Queen of Panem now,â he announces, making your heart jump in surprise. âThe First Lady of Panem.â
With that, he seals his words with a kiss. Soft and ravishing, his tongue explores your mouth. Your hand is in his hair, the blonde locks between your fingers as you kiss back with everything you have.
âYou're mine,â he whispered, his lips brushing with yours, âMy bird in a cage. My property.â
âI'll make sure everyone at Capitol knows it,â he said, his eyes looking at you with the ferality of an animal stripped to his bare instincts. âIs that understood, my bird?â He asked.
The answer couldn't be anything but yes. So you replied exactly that and he grins. He looked beautiful in that moment, his charms coming out making you even more needy.
You pulled him in for another kiss, his lips smiling against yours as both of your tongues tangled. His hand lowered itself and cupped your cunt. His fingers trace your entrance and you whimper into his mouth but he doesn't breach in.
He gathers your arousal on his digits, and he pulls back from the kiss to take the digits into his mouth. After sucking his fingers clean, he kisses you again, letting you taste yourself.
His hands pushed you down on the bed, your legs on his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, taking you in, his bird being such a pretty mess.
He placed a kiss on your thigh that was unbelievably soft that for a moment you didn't believe it was action done by Snow's lip but the harsh bite of his mouth marking the skin of your inner thigh proved otherwise.
He leaned down, his hand in your hand above your head. Your free hand dug into his shoulder, forming crescent marks that made him groan, a choked-off desperate sound that you wanted more of.
All the while he placed his cockhead right at your entrance. You gasp as you feel the tip slip inch by inch into your velvety warmth. You wondered if he was going so slow because he wanted you to adjust to his length. However, one look at his face told you were wrong. His blonde strands clinging to his forehead, his lips parted and letting out hot breaths all the while his eyes closed shut, his eyebrows furrowed as he buried his dick into your cunt with the slow pace.
The reason he was going slow was because he wasn't sure if he could last and fuck, that got into your head. Birds are little teasers and you were no different so you clenched around him. His length half pushed in and felt your pulsing cunt wrapping itself tighter around him.
His eyes fall open as he lets out a grunt of surprise and pleasure, âFuck.â His icy eyes glare at you, âDon't.â Your pussy only clenched further in reply and his hold gets harder, pressing your hand into the mattress as he sank in completely without a warning. âAh!â You let out in surprise, the stretch painfully perfect.
âTake it,â he whispered to you, his lip biting your earlobe before he dragged his mouth to the pulse of your neck to mark you up properly as his property. His hips now beginning to move, calculated and controlled just like every other action of Snow. Every thrust hits your g-spot relentlessly, making you gasp and moan, back arching in pleasure.
âGentlemen make their women cum but you're not a woman. You're my property but I am merciful so cum. Cum on my cock untouched, my bird.â He groans into your ear as his pace gets faster, a tad bit of desperation creeping in as his hips slam into you without a care. You could only moan in reply, truth is you didn't need to be touched to cum. His cock, his skin against yours, his mouth sucking your neck, and placing love bites were enough. More than so.
The heat was already forming in your stomach, waiting to be released and spread all over your body. The final push hadn't come long after. As you and Snow shared a filthy open-mouthed kiss, he had thrust so hard and deep, a small bulge had formed, your cervix being kissed with his cockhead.
You cry his name and your pussy comes on his cock, milking his length with repeated squeezes. âThat's it, my bird,â he praises as he continues to abuse your cunt with his dick. Your nerves are oversensitive making you whimper and teary-eyed. He found his release with a whimper, his hot cum filling your womb. He pulled out with a small gasp and you wanted him again.
His hand ran through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands up. âFirst lady of Panem,â he stated, looking at you and then your body, his cum falling out of your cunt.
âFirst LadyâŠâ you whispered, in disbelief and for whatever may come in the future.
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Height difference
Idk Mattheos actual height but let's imagine he's really tall here âš I hope you'll like it đ
Mattheo is obsessed with the way his body is towering over yours. He has found himself thinking of how you'd perfectly fit in his arms many times and he can't help but feel his whole body getting hot at the very thought. From the very first moment Theodore introduced you to their group, he was instantly besotted. He was entirely mesmerized by you.
Every time you wanted to grab something that was out of your reach, he was standing closely behind you just to help you, but in reality all he wanted was to feel your small frame against his. And when you look up at him all puppy-eyed, with those eyes, he knew he was down bad already. And he knew he had fallen deeply for you.
He loved teasing you cause your reactions to his teasing were absolutely worthwhile. Seeing your flustered face was something he adored.
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"How you're doing shorty?" He said in his baritone voice and it took everything in you not to punch the smugness off of his face.
"Stop calling me shorty" you tried look mad and scary with your angry expression but Mattheo wanted to just grab your face and kiss the shit out of you.
"Ok then how about...pixie-"
"NO!" You exclaimed and walked away from him, not being able to stay any longer around his presence but one thing you didn't notice, was Mattheo laughing quietly behind you because he found your walk absolutely adorable.
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When he gets to hug you, that's when he feels like his heart will burst out. It's the way you snuggle your head in his chest, the way your arms are wrapped around his waist, and the warmth that instantly engulfing him when he feels your heart beating against him. Everything about this feeling is perfect. You just fitted perfectly.
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His most fave thing about your height difference, is when you tip toe every time you want to kiss him. He's just standing there, the corner of his lips curving upwards displaying a cheeky smile on his face as he watches you struggling while you're trying to give him a kiss.
"You know you can lean down a bit right? I can't do all the work here" you frowned as you looked up at him. He pinched you cheek softly and traced his thumb in soft circles there.
"Yeah but you have no idea how adorable you l- ouch!" You slapped his hand.
"Now, don't make me bend your head down here by force"
"I would gladly let you love" he chuckled and you smirked as you placed your forehead on your palm, sighing.
"Enough with the teasing Riddle, now kiss me" you looked up again, waiting for his lips to finally crush on yours. He felt his heart pounding like crazy against his chest.
He laughed and instead of leaning his head down, he crouched down and scooped you up into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and he placed one hand under your thigh and the other around your waist. Kissing you was earth-shattering. The fieeling of your soft lips locking with his, was something he has been craving for so long.
Once you pulled away, you expected him to put you down but he still held you tight against him.
"Will you put me down now?" You tried to fight back a smile as you felt his hold becoming a bit tighter, his locked on you the whole time.
"Nope, I love having you like this love" he murmured against your lips and you giggled as you once again captured your lips together in a kiss which caused your eyes to flutter close and enjoy the feeling.
Thank you for reading!!
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âcould you be seen with me and still act proud?â
âą Jing Yuan, Argenti, Aventurine, Dan Heng, Blade, Xiao, Childe, Wanderer, Zhongli
âą Star Rail / Genshin x [GN] Reader
â„ (their answer + reaction to this question)
â„ (comfort / fluff)
⧠- JING YUAN
âWhy, of course. I would hold your hand up for the whole of the Xianzhou to see.â
This was pretty expected of the sly general. However, what was unexpected was the way he took you in his arms and lifted you upâbridal style. You begged him to put you down as he opened the doors of his and your room, now making his way outside to remind the whole Xianzhou that you're his and he's yours.
⧠- ARGENTI
âDearest loveâof course, I would be so proud to have the chance to take the hand of mortal beauty itself, and, if it were chivalrous, I would boast about your beauty everywhere I go.â
Ever so poetic, Argenti pulls your heart strings again with his creative (yet cheesy) lines. He loves you; that's a fact that nobody can deny, and he believes that you were sent down by Idrila herself with how attractive you are. Without a hesitant thought, he backs away and offers you his handâwill you accept the offer in which he takes you from place to place, hand in hand, to show the whole world that your his love?
⧠- AVENTURINE
âYou wanna take a bet? Here, I'll take you out to dinner if you guess my answer correctlyâget it wrong, and I decide on what I'll do with you.â
With a wink and a smile turning into a smirk, it's always hard to guess what Aventurine is thinking, but with the clock ticking, you hardly get time to really think, and so you curiously answer with âno.â A smile grows on his face, and he leans in close, holding your arms. He whispers in your ear, âI guess that means you have to do what I tell you tonight.â
⧠- DAN HENG
âOf course. I do... I do love you, after all.â
His sentences are kept short and simple (with a little bit of blush), just like how they always are. Now, unlike most people on this list, he isn't bringing you outside to let the world know that you're dating, but he would feel and does absolutely feel proud to have you as his love. He reassures you that he would never feel embarrassed or feel the need to hide his love for you, no matter the crowd he's surrounded by.
⧠- BLADE
âYes. Nobody's taking you, and nobody's taking me. Everyone had better know that you're mine, and the same goes for me.â
His response was rather threatening, but that's typical with Blade. His words are as sharp as his sword, but they're also as meaningful as sharp; his intent is nowhere near ill towards you, and he only means that he's dedicated himself to you already, and it's a dedication that he would never feel embarrassed or guilty for. Now, take his handâhe'll promise the world that you're his tonight.
⧠- XIAO
âYes. Why wouldn't I be?â
In Adeptus Xiao language, he means, âyes, of course I would. Archons, holding your hand is a blessing itself.â And, though he doesn't admit it, he still feels it. You are his first and only love in several millennia. You, of every person to ever set foot in Liyue, managed to capture his heart when nobody else could. Xiao loves you, and he feels that he will forever, so he prays you'd banish him if he ever hurts you or hides his love away for something trivial because that means the karma got to him and that he's gone mad.
⧠- CHILDE
âOf course, babe! You know what? Let's go on a date right nowâ everything's on me!â
And that's simply Childe. Without a word, he disappears and reappears with your favorite outfit in hand, and has you put it on (in private as he waits outside the bedroom door), and when you're done, he's suddenly dressed nicely with roses in hand, and he takes you out on a date. How? No clue, but know that he's letting the whole region know that you're his right here and right now.
⧠- WANDERER
âHuh? That's a stupid question. Why are you asking me, anyway?â
Yes. He means yes in every way possible. His sharp tongue speaks the opposite, but Wanderer truly means that he would show you off to the world if he had to. If he has to, mainly because he finds the concept of love in its entirety as stupid, but he also loves you too much to let you leave him, let alone have someone else think that you're some vacant partner just waiting to be taken. Now, hold both of his hands. He'll glide you above Sumeru City and show everyone there that you're his if you're still thinking about the question.
⧠- ZHONGLI
âWell, of course. Would you like to take a walk around the harbor for me to prove that?â
Zhongli senses your insecurity, and he wishes to alleviate your worries, so he takes you to a popular teahouse by a bridge. It's not that grand or special, but he keeps you close to him as you both sip away at your tea and embrace the company of one another.
yes, this was a heathers reference.
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â various men who melt when they see you in their clothes.
he sees you come out of the shower, all dressed and freshly moisturized for the night. yet, he can't help but stare at your perky nipples piercing through his shirt, which was barely giving you any justice, giving him a view of your boobs. his shirt was already enough to drive him crazy, but he finds you only wearing underwear underneath it.
he was ready to pounce on you and fuck you until you go limp.
the sight was too much for his cock to bear, as it started leaking precum all over his boxers. don't you know how hard he is for you? you effortlessly make him go crazy for you without having to do anything. ''are you gonna sleep, love?'' you ask him, but his hand reaches into his pants and palms his bulge. ''fuck- do you see what you do to me?'' he peels off the blanket on his lower half and gives you the sight of the outline of his cock.
you smile at him, deciding to give him a proper show, teasingly taking off your underwear in front of him. swaying your hips subtly, enough for his eyes to anchor onto your body. ''you tease.'' he said, finally getting up from the bed and pulling you in by your waist, sitting you on his lap.
he let out a small groan, feeling your wetness pool on his boxers, the warmth almost making him cum immediately. your hips wasted no time grinding on his cock, your aching clit gaining friction. ''such a good fucking doll for me.'' he praised.
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How to babysit a wounded little Hunter
Injured after a mission, you now indulge yourself in his special tender loving care.
àČ. Character x Female Reader fanfic,
including Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne
àČ. Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, early stage of established relationship
A little heads up: The writer will not take responsibility for any side effect (such as toothache) that might come after reading the fic.
àČ. Word count: 4k
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You dimly sensed footsteps in the bedroom, and then one side of the bed sank. The acquainted scent and warmth embraced you. A cool hand rested on your forehead. In an instant, the heat in your body subsided.
So as soon as that hand was gone, you seized it.
"Don't goâŠ"
You mumbled in a daze. There was a quiet laugh close to your ear, and then that palm brushed against your forehead again.
"If you don't let go, how can I take your temperature then, pipsqueak?"
You recognized that voice. It was Caleb's. So you acted even more aggressively. You yanked his hand tighter, so much so that his entire body appeared to collapse into the bed, just a little above yours.
"Huh? Aren't you a little too strong for someone who is sick?" Caleb laughed again. The sort of laughter that made you feel considerably better.
"I'm not sick." You were persistent, still. "Just feeling a little sleepy."
Caleb's hand tried to pull away from you. But perhaps he kept it that way on purpose, since given your current state, he would have no problem withdrawing if he truly wanted you to let go.
Caleb's hand patted you a little tenderly. He managed to grab the thermometer with his free hand. He took your temperature, then exclaimed:Â
"Almost forty Celsius!"
You exhaled heavily, almost a moan. Every part of you felt irritated and heated. Despite this, you dismissed it, saying:
"I'm not... sick..."
Caleb used the chance to release his wrist from you. You opened your eyes slightly and gave him a disappointed expression.
"You have such a high fever, yet still saying you're not sick?" Caleb mumbled, but you caught every word. He handed you medicine, but you did not take it.
"Too bitter." You said.
"Quit whining. "Just take it and go to sleep."
"If I take it⊠you'll have to stay here with me, okay?"
Caleb sighed. "Only until you sleep, pipsqueak."
You smiled faintly and fast to accept the pills from Caleb's hand. You clutched his hand securely as you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the Wanderers, the escapes, and the secrets in which you were a part of. Then, when you woke up again, you noticed Caleb seated beside the bed.
âYou're awake now, pipsqueak?â He smiled at you. He was rather relieved. He put a hand on your forehead again. âYup. No more fever."
Caleb's presence seemed to chase the nightmares away. You removed his hand from your forehead and held it tightly.
âHow long have I been sleeping?â
"Let's seeâŠ" Caleb brushed his chin. "When you arrived home last night, you went to bed right away. You got a high temperature around early morning. From the time you took the medicine and fell asleep until now, I've finished a whole movie, cooked a delicious pot of porridge, and measured your temperature three times."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Caleb laughed. He squeezed your hand once. "You've just been asleep for a few hours. But it is past noon now. Are you hungry?"
You shook your head.
"Are you sure?" Caleb asked again. "I made a super delicious pork rib porridge for you though."
You opened your eyes wide and looked at him. Pork rib porridge was a dish he would often cook when you were sick and no longer in a mood to eat anything. That dish always helped you feel better, even just hearing about it was enough to make you crave food again.
"Pork rib porridgeâŠ"
You could only whisper that much when Caleb pressed the tip of your nose and said:
âI knew right away that you couldn't resist food.â
A minute later, the room was filled with the aroma of a still-hot bowl of porridge. Caleb put it on a little tray over the bed. You lay back against the cushion, staring at the meal in front of you as if it were a rare delicacy, despite the fact that the ingredients were absolutely basic.
You looked over at Caleb. He was observing you. "What's wrong? Still no appetite?"
âIt's too hotâŠâ You pouted. âBesides,⊠both my arms and body are achingâŠâ
It took a quite difficult mission in extreme weather, and a high fever to receive special care at your bedside. How could you not enjoy it?
Caleb read you right away. He said: âWhat? The Hunter in Linkon wants me to feed her? Weren't you delirious this morning, saying you had to go fight off Wanderers?â
âWhen did I say that? But it's okay if you don't help me. I don't want to eat anymore.â
âAre you still a three-year-old then?â
Even though he grumbled, Caleb still smiled very gently. He scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool down, then held it out to you.
You opened your mouth really wide, making him chuckle. When he saw that you were eating well, Caleb felt relieved. He teased:
"I thought you're a grown-up now and wouldn't need me to take care of you anymore."
You replied, still with a mouthful of pork rib porridge: "When you lose your cooking skills, I won't really need you anymore then."
Caleb laughed aloud. He patted your head and said: "I didnât expect my vacation to turn into a part-time job for babysitting. If I catch a fever from you, you must take care of me in return.â
You rose up in a sudden and pressed your still-hot face into the crook of Caleb's neck, nearly dropping the porridge spoon.
âThen Iâll cook pork rib porridge for you. Just heads-up though, even if it tastes yucky, you must eat it all!â
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The door to the hospital room opened. Rafayel's curly purple hair appeared. And immediately, your phone lit up with a text message from Thomas:
[The little devil is coming for you. Sorry, I did my best.]
You exhaled. Clearly, he had not done his best. That was why Rafayel was here, staring at you with such a deep gaze from the entrance.
"Er⊠"Hello, Rafayel..." You waved your arm, attempting to greet him with a warm smile.
"Rafayel?" He frowned. "Do you still remember that we know each other?"
"Huh? Why did you...?" You left your sentence incomplete as Rafayel surged inside. He placed his hands on his hips, his expression filled with slanderous words as he accused you.
"Who are you? Do I know you? It's been eight hundred years. Jellyfishes are walkin' naked. Sea turtles climb trees. Sharks are eatin' grass for free! And finally, you remembered me?"
You frowned. Why was there something that rang so familiar with this scenario? Yet it was still off.
âRafayel, Iââ
âWhen are you going to tell me you're hurt?â
Rafayel pointed a finger directly to your shoulder, where the white bandage was visible through the hospital gown. That was the real reason he was precisely distressed.
âEven Thomas knew you were injured. Yet you didn't say a word to me?! You left me waiting alone for three hours at the exhibition. I can't believe you stood me up!â
You lifted your hand, intending to remind Rafayel to keep his voice down because you were both in the hospital. But he gave you no opportunity to speak.
"Do you realize how scared I was? When Thomas told me you couldn't come, I thought about all the things that could happen to you!â
"RafayelâŠ" You finally found a chance to interrupt him. âLet's calm down first. I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just... I haven't told you yet..."
Rafayel crossed his arms. He was still irritated.
âI can't believe it! You deliberately manipulated me with your innocence so that I would let you get away this time!â
You felt dizzy in the head, and your ears were ringing with Rafayel's nagging words and accusations. The injured one was you. Why did you feel as if you had just committed a great sin?
"ARGHHH!" You shouted and clutched your bandaged shoulder. "It hurts!"
Rafayel quickly forgot the rage in his heart. He moved right away to the bed and gently raised your arm. His eyes were full of concern and anxiety.
âAre you hurt? I'll call the doctor here right away!â
You grasped Rafayel's hand, urging him to stay with you.
âSee? I'm still very strong. Just a little hurt."
"How much is a little?" Rafayel frowned. You could feel his hot glare on your shoulder, soaking into the bandage and searing your wound.
"⊠This much." You clasped your thumb and index finger to form a circle, then held it up for Rafayel to see. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest.
"I don't believe you anymore." He continued to speak with a condescending tone. "I have to check it out with my own eyes."
"Huh? What do you mean?âŠâ You suddenly blushed. Rafayel looked at you with serious eyes, yet very sincere. He replied:
âYour wound. I want to see it."
The mere notion of Rafayel wanting to look behind your garments made your cheeks flame. You withdrew your hand and refused:
âI told you I'm fine⊠Don't make such a sceneâŠâ
âIf I don't see it, how can I be sure you're not lying to me? This isn't the first time you've hidden your injuries..."
That was all Rafayel said. You gazed at him for a second. Aside from being concerned about you, he was also saddened since you had repeatedly hidden your wounds from him. A great deal when you did not want to bother him, he always found out and became much more frustrated.
"Alright thenâŠ"
Eventually, you had to give in. You turned your back to Rafayel and carefully slipped the shirt collar down your shoulder, displaying the neatly wrapped bandages around your torso.
You could see your reflection in the front window. Your face turned crimson. And Rafayel stood next to the bed, attentively investigating you, his fingers softly caressing the gauze, causing you to bow slightly in pain as well as anxiousness.
âYet you said it was just a little wound.â Rafayel muttered. It was his hand that drew your collar back up. And the next thing you knew, you were upgraded to the best room at the hospital.
You weren't used to how wealthy people spent their money. You looked at Rafayel, who had constantly been by your side during your hospital stay. He requested you to remain in the most advanced hospital room, with the greatest level of care. More than that, he refused to leave your side even when you asked to be alone.
"You don't have to do this, Rafayel." You spoke as he was peeling the fruit for you.
"Open your mouth." He handed you a slice of mango. Even if your lips stated it wasn't required, you nevertheless welcomed all of his attention.
"I'm seriousâŠ" As soon as you finished swallowing the mango, he gave you another slice. "Really, um... This mango is truly delicious..."
"Do you crave anything else?" Rafayel purposely ignored every time you told him he didn't need to stay there all day and night to care for you. Your wound had improved significantly.
âI think I can be discharged from hospital and get back to work nowâŠâ You said. âI don't want to bother you anymoreâŠâ
"What's that?" Rafayel pretended not to hear you. âI think I heard the sound of abalone porridge just being delivered to the hospital. Let me go grab it.â
You sighed. Another expensive meal he had prepared for you. But you knew how much you would miss these things when you left the hospital at last and could no longer benefit from his tender loving care.
âMaybe I'll stay here one more day... You're spoiling me too much...â You muttered beneath your breath, but Rafayel overheard everything. He pinched your cheek and responded:
âYou're staying because of the delicious food, not because of my devoted service? This is so heartbreaking! Then, after you've recovered, I'll make you repay everything. You have to work overtime as my bodyguard too!"
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You crept along the hospital's vacant rear door. You were just hospitalized in the afternoon due to an injury suffered while on job. Even though the doctor advised you to stay for additional examination, you believed the damage was minor. On top of that, the mission was not yet over. You needed to get back to headquarters.
Unfortunately, your escape did not go well. You ran into a familiar shoulder before you could complete the corridor.
"X-Xavier?" You became pale, but not because of the pain. It was only that you were astonished and a little ashamed when caught red-handed.
His look was incredibly complicated, ranging from apprehensive to serious and somewhat furious.
"Where are you going?" he inquired.
You didn't dare to reveal the truth, so you invented an excuse: "Ah... well... The hospital room is quite boring, so I decided to go for a stroll."
"From the back door?"
"Er⊠I heard the nurse say this is a quicker shortcut to the garden..."
Xavier gazed at you for some time. You clutched your hand tight, terrified that he would not believe that ridiculous excuse. Yet, Xavier nodded at you: "Then let's go together."
Before you could respond, Xavier grabbed your hand and led you outside. It was night time, the wind blew, sending you a slight chill. Xavier took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. That incredibly gentle gesture made you feel more guilty than ever for lying to him.
âLead the way.â He told you shortly. For some reason, you had the impression that he was in extreme anger over you.
During the stroll, you didn't dare to speak, and Xavier did the same. He strolled close to you, as if keeping watch rather than walking together. You wandered about for a long time, but there was no trace of the hospital's garden anywhere. Xavier continued to follow your every step in such silence. Him being like that evoked even more guilt in your heart.
At last, you couldn't take it any longer and had to confess: "Xavier... Actually... The truth is, I don't know where the garden is..."
At that point, he spoke up and asked: "So why did you leave your hospital room?"
You didn't dare look into his eyes, so you just stammered an explanation: "Ah... My injury is nothing to be concerned about... That's why I... planned to return to headquarters..."
You noticed Xavier's hands clenching into fists. Fearing he'd be upset, you added: "The doctor also said my injury wasn't too seriousâ Ah!"
Xavier abruptly pulled your wrist, causing the wound on your arm to hurt. He read through your face which was miserable but still faking a smile. His voice turned sharp:
âIf I hadn't caught you, would you really have sneaked away from the hospital?â
Your body convulsed in pain, but you were more concerned about Xavier's rage. You said, "I'm sorry... I was wrong... I'll return to the hospital room right now..."
"Good." Xavier responded curtly. Then he quickly leaned down and held you up in the attitude of a princess being carried.
"W-What are you doing, Xavier?"
"Let's take you back to the hospital room." His expression remained frigid, making you both terrified and embarrassed to be carried by him in such a manner.
Xavier did not return to the same path you had taken. Instead, he took you into the front entrance, where many people, including patients and hospital staff, could see you.
"Xavier? You... put me down! "They are looking at us!"
"I want them to see, so they know you intend to escape the hospital and will monitor you more closely."
Your cheeks became scarlet with humiliation. You swore you saw a kid pointing at you and chuckling, "Mom! I want to be carried like that princess, too!"
And you swore you saw Xavier smirking at that.
After an embarrassing journey, you finally arrived at your room. Xavier set you down on the bed. He chose to remain silent with you as punishment for your unsuccessful escape. You saw him sitting in the corner of the room, peeling a red apple for you.
âXavier?â
You called out, but he didn't look at you and just replied curtly:
âRest.â
âAre you angry with me?âŠâ
Xavier's silence revealed the answer. You groaned and pulled the warm cover up high, as if to conceal yourself away from Xavier's rage, but he remained as quiet as a cloudless sky.
When he finished with the apple, he brought it over and gave you a slice. "Eat."
You did not enjoy this cold and distant demeanor of Xavier. If he was upset with you, he should have expressed it directly. You knew it was your fault, and he was so concerned about you that he got mad when you lied to him like that.
"Xavier, I'm sorryâŠ" Your hands seized Xavier's wrist, which was clutching the apple slice. Your eyes widened as much as possible, even giving the impression that you were going to cry.
In the end, the ploy worked. His gaze had softened completely. He placed the plate of apples on the bed and used his other hand to elevate your chin a little. He said: "If you know your fault, then obediently eat all of these and rest."
His hand softly separated your lips, and his other hand inserted a slice of apple for you to eat. You were back in the sunshine, coaxing him to sit on the bed next to you.
"I'll give you three days to recover." Xavier spoke, his voice still agitated, but you could feel his boundless care and love.
"Then I shall bother you to watch over me for a few more days!"
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You had just returned to your private cabin at the icy mountain base when you heard a tap at the door. You answered the door, wondering who was seeking for you at this hour, and there was Doctor Zayne, holding a first-aid kit while standing outside.
âZayne?â Your eyes caught the blood on his face and neck. Snow adhered to his dark hair. You took a step back and allowed him inside. "Why are you here?"
Your team had accepted the mission of rescuing people caught in an avalanche created by a group of Wanderers on the mountain. You had learnt that a team of physicians from Akso Hospital was also on their way. But you did not expect to see Zayne here.
Zayne set the first aid pack on the table and then turned to you. He went on to say: "I'm here to do my duty as a doctor."
You widened your eyes and inquired him again, "Your duty as a doctor?"
Zayne pointed to your abdomen, which was soaked from your own blood oozing through the gauze you had recklessly covered earlier.
"Oh dearâŠ" You cried out. You were so engaged in battles that you didn't have time to look at your wound. Your head began spinning as a result of excessive blood loss.
Zayne's powerful arms directed and assisted you to the table. He put you to the wooden table and took a chair to sit in front of you.
"Doctor Zayne, what are you going to do?"
You noted this when you found his hand on the hem of your shirt. He seemed to want to lift it up.
"Treating you."
You knew that. But you were still extremely nervous when thinking that he was about to lift up your shirt. So your hand was still securely grasping his, preventing him from moving any further.
âI've already bandaged it. A nurse also helped me stitch up the wound earlier..."
During the turmoil, you recalled being stabbed in the abdomen. A nurse assisted you in stitching it up, but because there were so many others with more serious injuries, you let her tend to them while you put bandages over yourself and returned to the battlefield. Perhaps your clumsiness caused the wound to bleed a great deal more.
Zayne used his other hand to remove yours before pulling your shirt up. The gauze surrounding your abdomen was drenched in blood. He slowly withdrew it as you writhed in pain and embarrassment.
"Try to sit still for a bit, will you?"
Zayne's soothing voice burst out, calming you down a lot. You sat on the table, your hands lifting your body up while you looked down at the doctor who was treating your wound. The fact that you had to display your skin beneath his gaze made you uneasy and desire to cover your face. But Zayne was quite professional. He remained silent and entirely concentrated on his work. He cleansed the wound and applied a new layer of gauze. His warm breath occasionally wafted against your skin, causing you to tremble slightly. Even when his frigid fingers touched you, it seemed like you were being scorched.
"It's done."
Zayne said after fixing the new layer of gauze. You were a little discontent when his fingers left you. You were ready to pull your top back down when Zayne lightly rubbed his fingers against your abdomen.
âOuch!â Even though the place he touched was not wounded, you were still startled and embarrassed.
âJust checking it again.â Zayne elaborated. He had you sitting on the table, your bandaged abdomen at his eye level. You could feel his stare through the gauze, pausing a bit too long in areas that were not covered by anything.
âDoctor Zayne⊠Are you done now?â
You attempted to keep your speech cool, but your crimson cheeks could have given you away. Zayne appeared to flash a little smile. You felt the icy sensation of his fingertip on your skin again as he slid it beneath the hem of your shirt, then pulled it back down.
"I am now." He answered while returning the supplies to the first aid kit. "Don't be so reckless next time. You have to care for yourself first before you can save others.â
"Hold on." You stopped him. You altered your position and stared into his eyes. "You always say so, but can you actually do what you say?"
Zayne tilted his head to look at you. You took advantage of the moment and raised his chin to have a better look. He had a minor cut on his forehead, and the blood on his body was most likely someone else's.
"You rushed here to take care of me, while you, yourself, are in this condition."
You spoke. His hand found your wrist.
"I barely got a few scrapes. Not as concerning as someone who rushed into the battlefield with a bleeding stomach."
"Whether the wound is big or small, it can be critical." You stated precisely what Dr. Zayne told you whenever he saw you injured, even if it was only a little cut.
Realizing that he had just tasted his own medicine, Zayne let out a small laugh. Then he tugged your hand, causing you to almost lean towards him. He gazed into your eyes for quite a while.
"So, my doctor, will you treat me?"
You blushed again. Zayne relinquished his hand, allowing you to properly wipe the blood off his face. You had to confess that you were a little awkward, owing to your unexpected closeness to Zayne in such a private and calm setting. He probably could hear your heart racing. He supported your hand which was holding a sterilized cotton pad and said:
"If you want to become a skilled doctor, in situations like this you must be even calmer."
"I'm not as professional as Dr. Zayne." You answered with a little caustic tone. "You were able to treat my wound so calmly just now."
Zayne gazed at you for an instant. His face remained calm, but his eyes were not.
"I'm a skilled doctor. Yet, it doesnât imply that I wouldn't feel anything while treating the girl I like in such a... condition."
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ïżœïżœđŹ đČđšđź đŹđđ đđšđ°đ§ đšđ§ đđĄđ đŹđšđđ, đČđšđź đđđ„đ đČđšđźđ« đ„đđ đŹ đđđąđ§đ đ„đąđđđđ đźđ© đđ§đ đ©đ„đđđđ đšđ§ đ đŹđđšđšđ„.
"đđŹ đđĄđąđŹ đđšđŠđđšđ«đđđđ„đ?" đđąđđđČ đđŹđ€đđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đ đ«đąđ§, đđ„đąđ§đ€đąđ§đ đĄđđ« đ„đđ«đ đ đđČđ.
"đđđŹ, đđĄđđ§đ€ đČđšđź, đđąđđđČ," đČđšđź đ«đđ©đ„đąđđ đđđźđđąđšđźđŹđ„đČ.
đđźđ«đąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đ«đđđđąđ§đ đŹđđŹđŹđąđšđ§, đ đ đ„đđŹđŹ đšđ đ°đđđđ« đźđ§đđ±đ©đđđđđđ„đČ đđ©đ©đđđ«đđ đđđđšđ«đ đČđšđź, đđšđźđ«đđđŹđČ đšđ đđźđŹđ€, đ°đĄđš đšđđđđ«đđ đąđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đ đđ§đđ„đ đŹđŠđąđ„đ. đđ±đ©đ«đđŹđŹđąđ§đ đ đ«đđđąđđźđđ, đČđšđź đđđđđ©đđđ đđĄđ đđĄđšđźđ đĄđđđźđ„ đ đđŹđđźđ«đ.
đđšđ°đđŻđđ«, đČđšđź đ§đšđđąđđđ đđ§ đźđ§đźđŹđźđđ„ đŹđĄđąđđ đąđ§ đđĄđ đđđŠđšđŹđ©đĄđđ«đ đđŹ đČđšđź đ«đđŹđźđŠđđ đ«đđđđąđ§đ . đ đŹđđ§đŹđ đšđ đđđąđ§đ đ°đđđđĄđđ đ„đąđ§đ đđ«đđ, đđ§đ đźđ©đšđ§ đ đ„đđ§đđąđ§đ đšđŻđđ« đČđšđźđ« đđšđšđ€, đČđšđź đđąđŹđđšđŻđđ«đđ đđĄđđ đđŻđđ«đČđšđ§đ đ°đđŹ đŹđđđ«đąđ§đ đđ đČđšđź.
đđ đđĄđđ đŠđšđŠđđ§đ, đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđ§đđđ«đđ đđĄđ đ„đšđđđČ đđ§đ đšđđŹđđ«đŻđđ đđĄđ đŹđąđđźđđđąđšđ§ đ°đąđđĄ đđ§ đđČđđđ«đšđ° đ«đđąđŹđđ.
"đđŹ đđŻđđ«đČđđĄđąđ§đ đšđ€đđČ?" đĄđ đđŹđ€đđ, đđ±đ©đ«đđŹđŹđąđ§đ đđšđ§đđźđŹđąđšđ§ đđŹ đĄđ đ«đđđđĄđđ đšđźđ đđš đ đđ§đđ„đČ đ€đąđŹđŹ đđĄđ đđšđ© đšđ đČđšđźđ« đĄđđđ.
đđ§ đ«đđŹđ©đšđ§đŹđ, đČđšđź đđšđ§đŻđđČđđ đČđšđźđ« đđąđŹđđšđŠđđšđ«đ. "đđĄđđČ'đ«đ đđ„đ„ đđđąđ§đ đšđđđ„đČ đđšđš đ§đąđđ. đđ'đŹ đđ§đ§đšđČđąđ§đ đŠđ." đđšđź đĄđźđđđđ.
"đđ§ đ°đĄđđ đ°đđČ đđ«đ đđĄđđČ đđ«đšđźđđ„đąđ§đ đČđšđź?" đĄđąđŹ đđ«đšđ° đđźđ«đ«đšđ°đđ đąđ§ đđšđ§đđđ«đ§.
"đđĄđđČ đŹđąđŠđ©đ„đČ đ°đšđ§'đ đ„đđđŻđ đŠđ đđ„đšđ§đ," đČđšđź đ«đđ©đ„đąđđ, đđšđ§đŻđđČđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđ«đźđŹđđ«đđđąđšđ§.
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđĄđđ§ đ đ„đđ§đđđ đđ đđĄđ đ đ«đšđźđ©, đđđźđŹđąđ§đ đđĄđđŠ đđš đđąđŹđ©đđ«đŹđ đȘđźđąđđ€đ„đČ đđ§đ đ«đđŹđźđŠđ đđš đđĄđđąđ« đđđđąđŻđąđđČ.
đđšđź đŹđąđ đĄđđ đđ§đ đđ„đšđŹđđ đČđšđźđ« đđšđšđ€.
"đđ„, đ đđ©đ©đ«đđđąđđđ đđĄđđąđ« đđšđ§đđđ«đ§, đđźđ đ đđŠ đ§đšđ đŠđđđ đšđ đ đ„đđŹđŹ. đđĄđąđ„đ đđĄđđąđ« đąđ§đđđ§đđąđšđ§đŹ đđ«đ đđšđŠđŠđđ§đđđđ„đ, đ đđŠ đđźđ„đ„đČ đđđ©đđđ„đ đšđ đźđŹđąđ§đ đŠđČ đ„đąđŠđđŹ đđđŹđ©đąđđ đŠđČ đ©đ«đđ đ§đđ§đđČ."
"đ đđĄđąđ§đ€ đđĄđđČ'đ«đ đŁđźđŹđ đ„đšđšđ€đąđ§đ đšđźđ đđšđ« đČđšđź. đđšđ§'đ đ°đšđ«đ«đČ đđđšđźđ đąđ đđšđš đŠđźđđĄ. đ'đ đ«đđđĄđđ« đđĄđđČ'đ đđ đ„đąđ€đ đđĄđąđŹ đđĄđđ§ đđ«đđ đČđšđź đđš đđ§đšđđĄđđ« đđđ«." đđ đŠđźđŠđđ„đđ.
"đđ'đŹ đđ§đ§đšđČđąđ§đ , đđĄđšđźđ đĄ." đđšđź đ đ«đšđđ§đđ.
"đđĄ, đ đ€đ§đšđ°, đ„đšđŻđ, đđĄđđČ'đ«đ đŁđźđŹđ đ„đšđšđ€đąđ§đ đšđźđ đđšđ« đČđšđź, đąđŹ đđ„đ„." đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđđąđ.
"đ đŹđźđ©đ©đšđŹđ..." đđšđź đđ đ«đđđ. đđĄđđ đđĄđđČ đ°đđ«đ đđšđąđ§đ đ°đđŹ đĄđđ«đŠđ„đđŹđŹ, đđ§đ đ„đąđ€đ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđđąđ, đđĄđđČ đđ«đ đšđ§đ„đČ đ„đšđšđ€đąđ§đ đšđźđ đđšđ« đČđšđź đđđđđ« đđ„đ„.
"đđšđ° đđ«đ đČđšđź đđđđ„đąđ§đ đđšđđđČ, đđČ đđĄđ đ°đđČ?" đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđŹđ€đđ. "đ đđŠ đđšđąđ§đ đ°đđ„đ„," đČđšđź đ«đđŹđ©đšđ§đđđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đ đđ§đđ„đ đŹđĄđ«đźđ .
"đđđ«đ," đČđšđź đŹđđąđ, đ©đ„đđđąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đĄđđ§đ đšđ§ đČđšđźđ« đđđđšđŠđđ§. "đđđ§ đČđšđź đĄđđđ« đđĄđ đđąđ§đČ đĄđđđ«đđđđđ đšđŻđđ« đŠđąđ§đ?"
đđĄđđ«đ đ°đđŹ đ đŠđšđŠđđ§đ đšđ đŹđąđ„đđ§đđ. "đ đđđ§ đĄđđđ« đąđ," đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđđąđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đŹđŠđąđ„đ, đ đđłđąđ§đ đđ đČđšđź đ°đąđđĄ đ„đšđŻđ đđ§đ đđđđđđđąđšđ§.
"đđĄđđ§ đđĄđđČ đđ«đ đđšđąđ§đ đ°đđ„đ„ đđšđš," đČđšđź đŹđđąđ, đŹđŠđąđ„đąđ§đ đđ đČđšđźđ« đĄđźđŹđđđ§đ'đŹ đ«đđđđđąđšđ§.
"đđŹ đđĄđđ«đ đ„đąđ€đ đŹđšđŠđđđĄđąđ§đ đ đŠđąđŹđŹ? đđđđđźđŹđ đ'đŠ đŹđđąđ„đ„ đđ«đČđąđ§đ đđš đźđ§đđđ«đŹđđđ§đ đĄđšđ° đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđđąđ„đ„ đ đšđ đĄđđ« đ©đ«đđ đ§đđ§đ đđđŹđ©đąđđ đđĄđ đđđđ„ đđĄđđČ đŠđđđ." đđ§đ đđ„ đȘđźđđŹđđąđšđ§đđ đđŹ đđĄđ đšđđĄđđ«đŹ đ«đđ đ«đšđźđ©đđ.
"đđđ„đ„... (đ/đ) đąđŹđ§'đ đđ±đđđđ„đČ đ đŹđąđ§đ§đđ«... đ đđđ„đąđđŻđ đŹđąđ§đđ đđĄđđąđ« đđšđ§đ đąđŹ đŹđš đŹđđ«đšđ§đ , đđĄđđČ đđ«đ đđĄđ đ«đđ«đ đđČđ©đđŹ đšđ đŹđšđźđ„đŠđđđ đ°đĄđąđđĄ đđ«đąđ đ đđ«đđ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđ«đđđđąđ§đ đąđ§đŹđđąđ§đđ đđš đ„đąđđđ„đ đŠđąđŹđŹ đđ± đđ§đ đđ„ đšđŻđđ« đĄđđ«đ đ«đđđđąđŻđąđ§đ đĄđđ« đšđ§đ„đČ đđŻđđ« đ©đđ«đąđšđ đŹđĄđ đ đšđ đđđđđ« đĄđđ« đđđđđĄ." đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đđ±đ©đ„đđąđ§đđ.
"đđš... đąđ§ đđĄđ đđźđđźđ«đ, đ°đ đ°đĄđđ? đđ đĄđ'đŹ đŹđđ±đźđđ„đ„đČ đđ§đ đ«đČ đđ§đ đŹđĄđ'đŹ đŹđ§đđ©đ©đČ. đđđ©đđ«đđđ đđĄđđŠ?" đđ§đ đđ„ đŹđđąđ đąđ§ đ đȘđźđđŹđđąđšđ§đđđ„đ đđšđ§đ. "đđ«đđđąđŹđđ„đČ!" đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đđ±đđ„đđąđŠđđ
"đ đđšđ§'đ đ°đđ§đ đđ§ đđ«đŠđČ đšđ đŠđąđ§đą đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđ«đšđźđ§đ, đđĄđđ§đ€ đČđšđź." đđźđŹđ€ đŠđźđđđđ«đđ.
"đđđĄđ, đđĄđđ đ°đšđźđ„đ đŹđźđ«đđ„đČ đđ đđ§đđđ«đđđąđ§đąđ§đ đđš đŹđđ." đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ đ«đąđ§đ§đđ.
"đđšđ° đđš đČđšđź đđđđ„?" đđđ đ đąđ đđŹđ€đđ, đ°đĄđąđđĄ đđšđšđ€ đČđšđź đđČ đŹđźđ«đ©đ«đąđŹđ. "đđđ„đ„, đ„đąđ€đ đđ§đČ đšđđĄđđ« đ§đšđ«ïżœïżœđđ„ đ©đ«đđ đ§đđ§đđČ. đ đđđđ„ đđąđ§đ, đŁđźđŹđ đ đđąđ đ§đđźđŹđđšđźđŹ." đđšđź đŹđĄđ«đźđ đ đđ.
"đđąđ đŠđČ đđđ«đŹ đĄđđđ« đđšđ«đ«đđđ?" đ đŻđšđąđđ đđđĄđšđđ đšđźđ.
đđźđđąđđđ«.
đđšđź đđšđźđ„đ đđ„đŠđšđŹđ đŹđđ§đŹđ đđĄđ đąđ§đđđ§đŹđąđđČ đšđ đČđšđźđ« đĄđźđŹđđđ§đ'đŹ đđ«đźđŹđđ«đđđąđšđ§ đđŹ đĄđ đ đđ§đđ„đČ đ©đ„đđđđ đ đĄđđ§đ đšđ§ đČđšđźđ« đŹđĄđšđźđ„đđđ«.
"(đ/đ) đ©đ«đđ đ§đđ§đ?"
đđźđđąđđđ« đŹđđđ«đđ đđ đČđšđź đąđ§ đđŹđđšđ§đąđŹđĄđŠđđ§đ.
"đđđĄđ, đĄđą đđđ..." đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đ§đđ«đŻđšđźđŹđ„đČ đŹđđąđ.
"đđšđ°? đđ§ đ„đđŹđŹ, đČđšđź đŹđ„đđ©đ đ°đąđđĄ đ đĄđđ„đ„đđšđ«đ§? đđĄđąđŹ đŹđźđ«đđ„đČ đđđ§'đ đđ đĄđąđŹ." đđźđđąđđđ« đŠđźđŠđđ„đđ, đ©đšđąđ§đđąđ§đ đđš đđĄđ đšđŻđđ«đ„đšđ«đ.
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđŠđąđ„đđ đđĄđąđ§đ„đČ đđŹ đĄđąđŹ đ đ«đąđ© đđąđ đĄđđđ§đđ đŹđ„đąđ đĄđđ„đČ đšđ§ đČđšđźđ« đŹđĄđšđźđ„đđđ«. đđšđ° đđđ«đ đĄđ đđĄđąđ§đ€ đšđ đČđšđź đ„đąđ€đ đđĄđđ, đĄđ đđĄđšđźđ đĄđ.
"đđĄ, đąđ'đŹ đđđđąđ§đąđđđ„đČ đđĄđđ«đ'đŹ! đđ«đźđŹđ đŠđ, đ°đ đĄđđđ« đđĄđđŠ đđ„đ„ đđĄđ đđąđŠđ." đđ§đ đđ„ đŹđđąđ, đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđĄđđđ€đŹ đđźđ«đ§ đđ«đšđŠ đđŠđđđ«đ«đđŹđŹđŠđđ§đ. "đ đŹđđ đ°đĄđČ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđ„đđđ€đąđ§đ đąđ§ đđĄđ đšđđđąđđ. đđ'đŹ đđšđš đđźđŹđČ đđđ§đđąđ§đ đĄđđ« đšđŻđđ« đĄđąđŹ đđđŹ -" "đđđđ!" đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đČđđ„đ„đđ, đ„đđźđ đĄđąđ§đ đąđ đšđđ đđŹ đČđšđź đ đ„đđ«đđ đđ đđĄđ đ©đšđ«đ§ đŹđđđ«.
"đđŠđŠ, đ'đŻđ đ§đđŻđđ« đŹđđđ§ đ đ°đąđ§đ§đđ« đđšđ§đđđąđŻđ đđđđšđ«đ." đđźđđąđđđ« đȘđźđđŹđđąđšđ§đđ đŠđđąđ§đ„đČ đđš đĄđąđŠđŹđđ„đ.
"đđđ„đ„, đČđšđź đĄđđŻđ đ§đšđ°." đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ„đđźđ đĄđđ đšđđ đ°đđ§đđąđ§đ đđš đ đđ đšđđ đđĄđąđŹ đđšđ©đąđ.
"đđđČ đ?" đđźđđąđđđ« đđŹđ€đđ đČđšđź. đđ đ°đđŹ đȘđźđąđđ đđđŹđđąđ§đđđđ đđ§đ đ°đđ§đđđ đđš đŠđđ€đ đŹđźđ«đ đąđ đ°đđŹ đŹđđđ đđšđ« đČđšđź.
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ©đ„đđđđ đđ§ đđ«đŠ đ©đ«đšđđđđđąđŻđđ„đČ đšđźđ đąđ§ đđ«đšđ§đ đšđ đČđšđźđ« đŹđđšđŠđđđĄ. "đ đđšđ§'đ đđĄđąđ§đ€ đŹđš. đđšđź đđ«đđ§'đ đđšđźđđĄđąđ§đ đĄđđ«."
"đđ„, đąđ'đŹ đđąđ§đ." đđšđź đ°đĄđąđŹđ©đđ«đđ.
"đđš," đđ đŹđđđ«đ§đ„đČ đŹđđąđ, đ đ„đđ«đąđ§đ đđ đđĄđ đŹđĄđšđ«đ đ€đąđ§đ .
"đ'đŠ đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đŹđźđ«đ đąđ'đŹ đŹđđđ đđšđ« đĄđđ«."
"đđĄđ đ°đąđ„đ„ đđ đđąđ§đ," đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ đ«đšđ°đ„đđ đđŹ đđźđđąđđđ« đ«đšđ„đ„đđ đĄđąđŹ đđČđđŹ.
"đđšđź đđš đ«đđđ„đąđŹđ đ đđđ„đ„đđ§ đđ§đ đđ„ đąđŹ đđđ«đ«đČđąđ§đ đ đđđŠđšđ§ đđĄđąđ„đ? đđš đČđšđź đĄđđŻđ đđ§đČ đąđđđ đ°đĄđđ đČđšđź đđ«đ đđđđ„đąđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ?"
đđšđź đ°đđ«đ đȘđźđąđđ đđ«đČđąđ§đ đđš đđđ€đ đąđ đąđ§, đ§đšđ đđŻđđ§ đđĄđąđ§đ€đąđ§đ đđđšđźđ đđ§đČ đšđ đđĄđąđŹ.
"đ đđđ„đąđđŻđ đ°đ đđđ§ đĄđđ§đđ„đ đđĄđąđŹ đ©đđ«đđđđđ„đČ đđąđ§đ đ°đąđđĄđšđźđ đČđšđź đŠđđđđ„đąđ§đ ." đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđ§đđđ«đđ.
đđĄđąđ„đ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđ§đ đđźđđąđđđ« đ°đđ«đ đđ§đ đđ đđ đąđ§ đ đĄđđđđđ đđ«đ đźđŠđđ§đ, đČđšđź đđšđźđ§đ đČđšđźđ«đŹđđ„đ đŠđšđŠđđ§đđđ«đąđ„đČ đđąđŹđđ«đđđđđ đđ§đ đźđ§đđđ„đ đđš đđšđđźđŹ đšđ§ đđĄđ đđšđ§đŻđđ«đŹđđđąđšđ§.
đ đŹđźđđđđ§ đ«đąđ§đ đąđ§đ đŹđđ§đŹđđđąđšđ§ đđąđ„đ„đđ đČđšđźđ« đđđ«đŹ, đđđđšđŠđ©đđ§đąđđ đđČ đ đđąđŹđšđ«đąđđ§đđąđ§đ đđđđ„đąđ§đ đđĄđđ đŠđđđ đąđ đđąđđđąđđźđ„đ đđš đđšđŠđ©đ«đđĄđđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đŹđźđ«đ«đšđźđ§đđąđ§đ đŹ.
đđŹ đđźđđąđđđ« đ«đąđ đĄđ?
đđĄđđ đđ«đ đ°đ đđđđ„đąđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ?
"(đ/đ)?" đđšđź đĄđđđ«đ đ đŻđšđąđđ đđđĄđš đšđźđ.
"(đ/đ)?" đđšđź đŹđ§đđ©đ©đđ đđđđ€ đąđ§đđš đ«đđđ„đąđđČ đŹđđđąđ§đ đđŻđđ«đČđšđ§đ đ°đđŹ đ§đšđ° đŹđđđ«đąđ§đ đđ đČđšđź.
"đđ«đ đČđšđź đšđ€?" đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đđ«đšđ°đ§đđ, đđđ đ đąđ đ©đźđ đ đ«đđđŹđŹđźđ«đąđ§đ đĄđđ§đ đšđ§ đČđšđźđ« đŹđĄđšđźđ„đđđ«. "đđš đČđšđź đ§đđđ đŹđšđŠđ đŹđ©đđđ?"
"đ đŁđźđŹđ đ§đđđ đ đŠđšđŠđđ§đ đđ„đšđ§đ." đđšđź đ°đĄđąđŹđ©đđ«đđ đđŹ đČđšđź đȘđźđąđđ€đ„đČ đ°đđ„đ€đđ đđ°đđČ, đ§đđđđąđ§đ đ đđ«đđđđĄđđ«.
đđšđź đđđ«đ đđ đąđ§đđš đđĄđ đ€đąđđđĄđđ§ đđ§đ đ«đźđŹđĄđđ đšđŻđđ« đđš đđĄđ đŹđąđ§đ€, đȘđźđąđđ€đ„đČ đđźđ«đ§đąđ§đ đđĄđ đđđ© đšđ§. đđšđź đŹđ©đ„đđŹđĄđđ đČđšđźđ« đđđđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đđąđ đšđ đđšđ„đ đ°đđđđ«.
đđ«đđđđĄ... đŁđźđŹđ đđ«đđđđĄ. đđšđź'đ«đ đđđđ, đČđđŹ. đđźđ đČđšđź'đ«đ đŹđđąđ„đ„ đđ«đđđđĄđąđ§đ . đđ«đšđ§đąđđđ„đ„đČ.
đđđđ§đąđ§đ đšđ§ đđĄđ đđšđźđ§đđđ« đ°đąđđĄ đČđšđźđ« đđ„đđšđ°đŹ, đČđšđź đđ«đźđŹđĄđđ đČđšđźđ« đĄđđ§đđŹ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đČđšđźđ« đĄđđąđ« đ°đĄđąđ„đ đČđšđź đđšđźđ„đ đđđđ„ đČđšđźđ« đđĄđđŹđ đđąđ đĄđđđ§đąđ§đ .
đđšđź đđđ„đ đ đ©đđąđ« đšđ đĄđđ§đđŹ đ đđ§đđ„đČ đ đ«đđŹđ© đČđšđźđ« đđ«đŠđŹ, đđ§đ đČđšđź đŹđđ° đđđ đ đąđ đđ§đ đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đ đđłđąđ§đ đđ đČđšđź đ°đąđđĄ đđšđ§đđđ«đ§ đđđđĄđđ đšđ§ đđĄđđąđ« đđđđđŹ.
đđŹ đđđđ«đŹ đ°đđ„đ„đđ đźđ© đąđ§ đČđšđźđ« đđČđđŹ, đČđšđź đŹđ„đšđ°đ„đČ đŹđđ§đ€ đđš đČđšđźđ« đ€đ§đđđŹ, đđ§đ đđĄđđČ đđšđ„đ„đšđ°đđ đŹđźđąđ, đ€đ§đđđ„đąđ§đ đđđŹđąđđ đČđšđź.
"đđĄđĄ, đČđšđź'đ«đ đ đšđ§đ§đ đđ đđąđ§đ." đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đ«đđđŹđŹđźđ«đđ. "đđĄđđ đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đŹđđąđ. đđšđź đĄđđŻđ đźđŹ đđš đĄđđ„đ© đČđšđź (đ/đ)." đđđ đ đąđ đŹđšđđđ„đČ đŹđŠđąđ„đđ.
đđąđđĄ đ đ đđ§đđ„đ đŹđŠđąđ„đ, đČđšđź đ đ„đđ§đđđ đđđđ°đđđ§ đđĄđ đđ°đš đđđŠđšđ§đŹ.
đđšđź đŹđźđđđđ§đ„đČ đŹđđ° đŹđšđŠđđđĄđąđ§đ đ°đđŻđąđ§đ đąđ§ đđ«đšđ§đ đšđ đČđšđź.
đđąđđđČ, đ°đąđđĄ đ đđđ§đđđ« đđ±đ©đ«đđŹđŹđąđšđ§ đąđ§ đĄđđ« đŹđąđ§đ đźđ„đđ« đđČđ, đ°đđŻđđ đ đĄđđ§đđ€đđ«đđĄđąđđ đąđ§ đđ«đšđ§đ đšđ đČđšđźđ« đđđđ.
"đđĄđđ§đ€ đČđšđź, đđąđđ..." đđšđź đđĄđźđđ€đ„đđ, đđđ€đąđ§đ đąđ đšđđ đĄđđ«.
"đ đđĄđąđ§đ€ đ°đ đ§đđđ đ đ đąđ«đ„ đđđČ đšđźïżœïżœ, đ°đĄđđ đđš đČđšđź đŹđđČ?" đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đ«đđđšđŠđŠđđ§đđđ.
"đđšđšđšđĄ, đ'đŻđ đ§đđŻđđ« đĄđđ đšđ§đ đđđđšđ«đ." đđąđđđČ đ đąđ đ đ„đđ đđšđźđ§đđąđ§đ đšđ§ đđĄđ đŹđ©đšđ.
"đđšđźđ§đđŹ đ đ«đđđ, đđđđ." đđđ đ đąđ đ đ«đąđ§đ§đđ. "đđĄđđ đđš đČđšđź đŹđđČ (đ/đ)?"
"đđđđĄ... đ đ„đąđ€đ đđĄđ đŹđšđźđ§đ đšđ đđĄđđ." đđšđź đŹđ©đšđ€đ.
đđđ đ đąđ đđ§đ đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đđŹđŹđąđŹđđđ đČđšđź đąđ§ đŹđđđ§đđąđ§đ đźđ© đđČ đ„đąđ§đ€đąđ§đ đđĄđđąđ« đđ«đŠđŹ đ°đąđđĄ đČđšđźđ«đŹ.
"đđŠđŠ, đ đđĄđąđ§đ€ đ°đ đđđŹđđ«đŻđ đ đđđČ đšđđ, đ đ°đąđ„đ„ đ„đđđŻđ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đąđ§ đđĄđđ«đ đ đđŹ đ°đ đđđŠđđ„đđŹ đ đš đšđźđ đđ§đ đ đđ đ©đđŠđ©đđ«đđ!" đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đ đ„đđđŠđđ.
đđĄđđČ đđŹđđšđ«đđđ đČđšđź đđđđ€ đđš đđĄđ đ„đšđđđČ đ°đĄđđ«đ đđŻđđ«đČđšđ§đ đ°đđ«đ đ°đĄđđ§ đČđšđź đ„đđđ, đđđđšđ«đ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đĄđđ đđĄđ đšđ©đ©đšđ«đđźđ§đąđđČ đđš đŹđ©đđđ€.
"đđ đĄđđŻđ đđđđąđđđ đźđŹ đ đąđ«đ„đŹ đđ«đ đ đšđąđ§đ đšđźđ, đđ„đđŹđđšđ«, đČđšđź'đ«đ đąđ§ đđĄđđ«đ đ." đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đŹđđąđ.
"đđšđ§'đ đđźđ«đ§ đđĄđ đĄđšđđđ„ đđšđ°đ§." đđđ đ đąđ đŠđźđŠđđ„đđ đđš đđĄđđŠ, đ€đ§đšđ°đąđ§đ đĄđšđ° đŠđđ§ đđđ§ đđ.
"đđĄ, đ°đ'đ„đ„ đđ«đČ đ§đšđ đđš." đđ§đ đđ„ đŹđĄđ«đźđ đ đđ đđ§đ đ„đđđ§đđ đđ đđąđ§đŹđ đđĄđ đđđ« đ°đąđđĄ đ đđ«đąđ§đ€. đđšđź đ§đšđđąđđđ đ đ đ„đđ§đđ đđ§đ đđ„ đ đđŻđ đđš đđźđŹđ€, đđđźđŹđąđ§đ đČđšđź đđš đ§đđ«đ«đšđ° đČđšđźđ« đđČđđŹ.
đđĄđđČ'đ«đ đđźđđ€đąđ§đ đđšđ« đŹđźđ«đ.
"đđđ«đČ đ°đđ„đ„, đ©đ«đąđ§đđđŹđŹ, đČđšđź đŠđđ€đ đŹđźđ«đ đČđšđź đđđ€đ đđđ«đ đšđ đŠđČ đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ ."
"đđĄđ'đŹ đąđ§ đŹđđđ đĄđđ§đđŹ." đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đ«đđđŹđŹđźđ«đđ.
"đ đŹđźđ©đ©đšđŹđ." đđ đŹđšđđđ„đČ đĄđźđŠđŠđđ, đŹđđ§đŹđąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đ đđłđ đźđ©đšđ§ đČđšđź.
đ
đđ° đĄđšđźđ«đŹ đ„đđđđ«
"đđĄ đ đ§đđđđđ đđĄđđ" đđšđź đŹđąđ đĄđđ đđŹ đČđšđź đ°đđ«đ đĄđđđđąđ§đ đđđđ€ đđš đđĄđ đĄđšđđđ„.
"đđ„đđ đąđ đĄđđ„đ©đđ." đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đŹđđąđ.
đđšđź đđ§đđđ«đđ đđĄđ đĄđšđđđ„ đđš đŹđđ đđŻđđ«đČđđĄđąđ§đ đ°đđŹ đŹđđąđ„đ„ đąđ§ đđđđ, đđĄđđ«đ đ°đđ«đ đ§đš đđšđđČ đ©đđ«đđŹ đšđ« đđ„đšđšđ đšđ§ đđĄđ đđ„đšđšđ«. đđźđŹđ€ đ°đđŹ đđđĄđąđ§đ đđĄđ đđđ« đđŹ đźđŹđźđđ„.
"đđźđĄ, đŹđš đČđšđź đŠđđ§đđ đđ đŁđźđŹđ đđąđ§đ đ đŹđđ." đđđ đ đąđ đ đ«đąđ§đ§đđ.
"đđ§đ đđ„ đđ đ°đšđ«đ€ đđ§đ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đąđ§ đĄđąđŹ đšđđđąđđ." đđźđŹđ€ đŠđźđŠđđ„đđ.
"đđĄđđ đđđšđźđ đđđ?"
"đđšđšđđ đšđźđđđ đĄđđ«đ, đđšđ§'đ đ€đ§đšđ° đ°đĄđđ«đ." đđźđŹđ€ đŹđĄđ«đźđ đ đđ.
"đđđ«đđ§đ đ." đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đŠđźđŠđđ„đđ.
"đ'đŠ đ đšđ§đ§đ đ đš đŹđđ đđ„, đđĄđđ§đ€đŹ đđšđ« đđšđđđČ. đđ'đŹ đ§đąđđ đĄđđŻđąđ§đ đđ«đąđđ§đđŹ đ đđđ§ đ«đđ„đČ đšđ§, đđ§đ đ§đšđ đŹđ„đđđ©đąđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ đŠđČ đ©đđ«đđ§đđ«."
đđđ đ đąđ đđ§đ đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đ„đšđšđ€đđ đđ đČđšđź đ°đąđđĄ đ đđšđ§đđźđŹđđ đđ±đ©đ«đđŹđŹđąđšđ§. đđąđđđČ đđ„đąđ§đ€đđ đĄđđ« đđąđ đđČđ đđ đČđšđź.
đđąđđĄ đ đ đđ§đđ„đ đŹđŠđąđ„đ đ đ«đđđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đ„đąđ©đŹ, đČđšđź đđšđźđ§đ đđŠđźđŹđđŠđđ§đ đąđ§ đđĄđđąđ« đ«đđđđđąđšđ§ đđŹ đČđšđź đŠđđđ đČđšđźđ« đ°đđČ đđšđ°đđ«đđŹ đđ„đđŹđđšđ«'đŹ đšđđđąđđ.
đđšđ„đąđđđ„đČ, đČđšđź đ€đ§đšđđ€đđ đšđ§ đđĄđ đđšđšđ«.
"đđšđŠđ đąđ§." đđšđź đĄđđđ«đ đĄđąđŠ đŹđđČ.
đđšđź đšđ©đđ§đđ đđĄđ đđšđšđ« đđš đŹđđ đĄđąđŠ đŹđđ đđ đĄđąđŹ đđđŹđ€ đđ§đ đ«đšđŹđŹđđ đđ đđĄđ đŠđđ§đČ đ©đđ©đđ«đ°đšđ«đ€ đŹđ©đ«đđđ đšđźđ.
đđŹ đĄđ đ„đšđšđ€đđ đźđ© đđ§đ đ§đšđđąđđđ đąđ đ°đđŹ đČđšđź, đĄđ đŹđźđđđđ§đ„đČ đđđđđŠđ đŠđšđ«đ đđđđđ§đđąđŻđ. "đđČ đđđđ«, đĄđšđ° đ°đđŹ đČđšđźđ« đđđČ đšđźđ đ°đąđđĄ đđĄđ đ„đđđąđđŹ?" đđ đŹđŠđąđ„đđ đđ§đ đ đđŹđđźđ«đđ đđšđ« đČđšđź đđš đŁđšđąđ§ đĄđąđŠ.
đđšđź đ°đđ„đ€đđ đšđŻđđ« đđš đ°đĄđđ«đ đĄđ đ°đđŹ đŹđđđđđ đđ§đ đđšđšđ€ đ đŹđđđ đšđ§ đĄđąđŹ đ„đđ©. "đđ đ°đđŹ đŠđźđđĄ đ§đđđđđ, đđš đđ đĄđšđ§đđŹđ," đČđšđź đŹđđąđ đđđđšđ«đ đ©đđźđŹđąđ§đ .
"đđ„, đ°đĄđđ đđźđđąđđđ« đŹđđąđ. đđŹ đąđ đđ«đźđ? đđąđ„đ„ đšđźđ« đđĄđąđ„đ đ„đąđđ đđ đąđ§ đđđ§đ đđ«? đđšđ§đŹđąđđđ«đąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đŠđšđđĄđđ« đ đđđ„đ„đđ§ đđ§đ đđ„ đđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đđđđĄđđ« đđ§ đšđŻđđ«đ„đšđ«đ."
"đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ , đČđđŹ đšđźđ« đ„đąđđđ„đ đšđ§đ đŠđąđ đĄđ đđ đȘđźđąđđ đđĄđ đ©đšđ°đđ«đđźđ„ đšđ§đ đđŹ đąđ đ đđđŹ đšđ„đđđ«, đđźđ đ°đ đđđ§'đ đđ§đŹđ°đđ« đ°đĄđđ đĄđđŹđ§'đ đĄđđ©đ©đđ§đđ. đđ đđđ§ đšđ§đ„đČ đ°đđąđ đđ§đ đŹđđ đ°đĄđđ đđĄđđąđ« đđźđđźđ«đ đĄđšđ„đđŹ. đđšđź đĄđđŻđ đ§đšđđĄđąđ§đ đđš đ°đšđ«đ«đČ đđđšđźđ đđ đđĄđ đŠđšđŠđđ§đ. đ
đšđ« đ§đšđ°, đ°đ đđšđđźđŹ đšđ§ đ€đđđ©đąđ§đ đđĄđđŠ đŹđđđ đđ§đ đ đ«đšđ°đąđ§đ . đđ§đ đđš đ€đđđ© đČđšđź đŠđČ đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ đ°đąđđ đĄđđđ„đđĄđČ đđ§đ đ©đ«đđ©đđ«đđ đđš đđąđ«đđĄ đšđźđ« đđĄđąđ„đ."
"đđ„, đ'đŠ đȘđźđąđđ đ§đđ«đŻđšđźđŹ.." đđšđź đđđŠđąđđđđ. "đ đđđđ„ đ„đąđ€đ đ'đŠ đ©đđđąđđ§đ đłđđ«đš đđđąđ§đ đđĄđ đšđ§đ„đČ đđ§đ đđ„ đđš đđđđšđŠđ đ©đ«đđ đ§đđ§đ đđĄđđ đąđŹ đ§đšđ đđšđ«đ§ đąđ§ đĄđđđŻđđ§ đđźđ đ đđđđ đŹđšđźđ„."
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđąđ đĄđđ đŹđšđđđ„đČ. "đ đđđ§ đŹđđ đđĄđđ đđđŹđđđ«đ đ đšđ đąđ§đđš đČđšđźđ« đĄđđđ."
"đđ„đđŹđđšđ«!"
"đđĄđđ?" đđ đĄđźđŠđŠđđ, đ§đšđ đđđ«đąđ§đ đđĄđ đ°đšđ«đ đĄđ đźđŹđđ đđŹ đĄđ đđšđšđ€ đČđšđźđ« đĄđđ§đ đąđ§ đĄđąđŹ.
"đđšđŻđ, đąđ đđ§đČđđĄđąđ§đ đđšđđŹđ§'đ đđđđ„ đ«đąđ đĄđ, đ đąđŻđ đŠđ đČđšđźđ« đ°đšđ«đ, đđ§đ đ đ°đąđ„đ„ đąđ§đŻđšđ„đŻđ đŠđČ đ©đšđ°đđ«đŹ."
đđšđź đŹđđđ«đđ đđ đĄđąđŠ đđšđ« đ đŠđšđŠđđ§đ.
"đđ đđ§đČđđĄđąđ§đ đ đšđđŹ đ°đ«đšđ§đ , đČđšđź đĄđđŻđ đŠđČ đ°đšđ«đ." đđšđź đŹđđąđ đąđ§ đ đŹđđ«đąđšđźđŹ đđšđ§đ. đđĄđ đ đ«đđđ§ đđ§đ đ đšđ„đ đđŠđąđđđđ đđđđ°đđđ§ đđđđĄ đšđđĄđđ«'đŹ đĄđđ§đđŹ, đ§đđąđđĄđđ« đ§đšđđąđđđ đđŹ đČđšđź đ°đđ«đ đđšđš đđźđŹđČ đŹđđđ«đąđ§đ đąđ§đđš đđđđĄ đšđđĄđđ«'đŹ đđ«đąđŠđŹđšđ§ đđČđđŹ.
đđĄđđ'đŹ đđ„đ„ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ§đđđđđ đđš đĄđđđ«.
đ đ°đđđ€đŹ đ„đđđđ«
đđšđź đ„đđ đšđźđ đ đđąđ«đđ đŹđąđ đĄ, đđđąđ§đ đ€đ§đđ„đ đđđŹđąđđ đđĄđ đđšđąđ„đđ. đ đŹđźđđđđ§ đ€đ§đšđđ€ đđđĄđšđđ đšđźđ.
"đđšđŠđ đąđ§." đđšđź đ đ«đšđđ§đđ. đđđ đ đąđ đ°đđ„đ€đđ đąđ§. "đđđČ... đ°đđŹ đđĄđđđ€đąđ§đ đšđ§ đČđšđź. đđ«đ đČđšđź đđ„đ„ đ đšđšđ?"
"đđđŹđąđđđŹ đđĄđ đ„đąđđđ„đ đŠđšđ§đŹđđđ« đ§đšđ đđ„đ„đšđ°đąđ§đ đŠđ đđš đđ§đŁđšđČ đđ§đČ đđšđšđ, đŁđźđŹđ đ©đđđđĄđČ..." đđšđź đŠđźđŠđđ„đđ.
đđđ đ đąđ đŹđŠđąđ„đđ đ„đąđ đĄđđ„đČ đđ đČđšđź đđŹ đŹđĄđ đĄđđ„đ©đđ đČđšđź đźđ©. "đđĄđ đŁđšđČđŹ đšđ đ©đ«đđ đ§đđ§đđČ, đ§đšđ đđĄđđ đ đ€đ§đšđ° đšđ« đđ§đČđđĄđąđ§đ ." đđđ đ đąđ đđĄđźđđ€đ„đđ.
"đđŠđŠ, đ„đźđđ€đČ đČđšđź," đČđšđź đ«đđ©đ„đąđđ đđŹ đđđ đ đąđ đ°đ«đđ©đ©đđ đđ§ đđ«đŠ đđ«đšđźđ§đ đČđšđź.
đđŹ đČđšđź đđšđđĄ đđ±đąđđđ đđĄđ đđđđĄđ«đšđšđŠ, đČđšđź đ©đ«đšđđđđđđ đđšđ°đđ«đđŹ đđĄđ đ„đšđđđČ. đđĄđđ«đ, đČđšđź đšđđŹđđ«đŻđđ đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đđ§đ đđ đđ đąđ§ đ đđšđ§đŻđđ«đŹđđđąđšđ§ đ°đąđđĄ đ đđđŠđšđ§ đ°đĄđš đŹđđđŠđđ đźđ§đđđŠđąđ„đąđđ« đđš đČđšđź.
"đđĄ (đ/đ), đđšđŠđ đđ§đ đŠđđđ đšđźđ« đ§đđ° đ đźđđŹđ đ°đĄđš'đŹ đŁđźđŹđ đđĄđđđ€đđ đąđ§!"
đđĄđ đđđŠđšđ§ đąđđŹđđ„đ đ đđłđđ đđ đČđšđź đ°đąđđĄ đđźđ«đąđšđŹđąđđČ đđđđđ« đ„đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đ§đđŠđ.
"đđą." đđšđź đŹđŠđąđ„đđ đ©đšđ„đąđđđ„đČ. "đ'đŠ (đ/đ)."
"(đ/đ) đĄđđ«đ đĄđđ„đ©đŹ đ«đźđ§ đđĄđ đĄđšđđđ„ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđđ« đĄđźđŹđđđ§đ đ°đĄđđ§ đŠđČđŹđđ„đ đđ§đ đŠđČ đ đąđ«đ„đđ«đąđđ§đ đđ«đ đ§đšđ đđ«đšđźđ§đ."
"đđšđŻđđ„đČ đđš đŠđđđ đČđšđź, đ'đŠ... đđąđ€." đđ đŠđđđ đĄđąđŹ đđđȘđźđđąđ§đđđ§đđ đđš đČđšđź. đđ đ đ«đđŹđ©đđ đČđšđźđ« đĄđđ§đ đđ§đ đđđŹđđšđ°đđ đ đ€đąđŹđŹ đźđ©đšđ§ đąđ.
"đđźđđĄ đ đ đđ§đđ„đđŠđđ§," đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đŹđđąđ. đđšđź đđđ„đ đ đŹđźđđđđ§ đ«đđ©đźđ„đŹđąđšđ§ đđ«đšđŠ đąđ đđŹ đČđšđź đĄđąđ đČđšđźđ« đđ±đ©đ«đđŹđŹđąđšđ§.
đđźđđđđ§đ„đČ, đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŠđđ§đąđđđŹđđđ đđđŹđąđđ đČđšđź, đĄđšđ„đđąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đŹđąđ đ§đđđźđ«đ đŹđŠđąđ„đ đ°đąđđĄ đ§đđ«đ«đšđ°đđ đđČđđŹ.
"đđĄ, đđ§đ đĄđđ«đ'đŹ đđ„đđŹđđšđ«, đšđźđ« đđ±đđđźđđąđŻđ đ©đ«đšđđźđđđ«!" đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đąđ§đđ«đšđđźđđđ.
đđąđ€ đ đ«đđđźđđ„đ„đČ đ«đđ„đđđŹđđ đČđšđźđ« đĄđđ§đ đ°đĄđąđ„đ đŠđđąđ§đđđąđ§đąđ§ïżœïżœ đđČđ đđšđ§đđđđ, đđšđ§đŻđđČđąđ§đ đ đŹđđ§đŹđ đšđ đ«đđđšđ đ§đąđđąđšđ§ đ«đđ đđ«đđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đĄđźđŹđđđ§đ.
"đđ„đđđŹđźđ«đ đđš đŠđđđ đČđšđź. đ'đŠ đđąđ€." đđ đŹđđąđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đŹđŠđąđ„đ đđŹ đĄđ đŹđ„đšđ°đ„đČ đ đ„đđ§đđđ đđđđ°đđđ§ đČđšđź đđšđđĄ.
"đđ§đ đ°đĄđš'đŹ đđĄđąđŹ, đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ?" đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđŹđ€đđ, đđĄđ đŹđđđđąđ đ„đąđ§đ đđ«đąđ§đ đąđ§ đĄđąđŹ đđšđ§đ đšđ đŻđšđąđđ đ§đšđ đđ«đđđ€đąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đŹđđđ«đ đđ°đđČ đđ«ïżœïżœđŠ đđĄđ đđđŠđšđ§.
"đđĄđąđŹ đąđŹ đđąđ€. đđźđ« đ§đđ° đ đźđđŹđ!"
"đđšđ§đđđ«đđźđ„..." đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđđđđđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đđ„đđ§đđĄđđ đŁđđ°. đđšđź đšđđŹđđ«đŻđđ đĄđąđŹ đ«đđđđđąđšđ§ đ°đąđđĄ đđźđ«đąđšđŹđąđđČ.
"đđĄđąđ„đŹđ đČđšđź đŹđđđđ„đ đšđźđ« đ§đđ° đ đźđđŹđ đąđ§, đ'đŠ đ đšđ§đ§đ đđđ€đ đŠđČ đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ đđđ„đ„đ đšđźđ." đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđđ«đźđ©đđ„đČ đđđđ„đđ«đđ, đđ±đđđ§đđąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đđ«đŠ đđš đđ§đđąđ«đđ„đ đČđšđź đąđ§ đ đ©đ«đšđđđđđąđŻđ đŠđđ§đ§đđ«.
đđŹ đČđšđź đđšđđĄ đ°đđ„đ€đđ đđ°đđČ đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđ đšđđĄđđ«đŹ, đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đ°đđŹ đšđđ„đąđŻđąđšđźđŹ đđš đđ„đđŹđđšđ«'đŹ đ«đđđđđąđšđ§, đđĄđđđđąđ§đ đđąđ€ đđđ« đšđđ.
đđĄđąđ„đ đČđšđź đ°đđ«đ đšđźđ đšđ đđđ«đŹđĄđšđ, đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đĄđđ„đđđ đĄđąđŹ đ©đ«đšđ đ«đđŹđŹ đđ§đ đđąđŹđđ«đđđđ„đČ đđ«đđ° đČđšđź đđš đđĄđ đŹđąđđ. "đđšđź đšđ€đđČ, đŠđČ đđđđ«?"
đđšđź đđ«đšđ°đ§đđ đđš đđĄđđ. "đđđŹ, đ°đĄđČ?"
"đđšđź đŹđđđŠđđ đ«đđđĄđđ« đźđ§đđšđŠđđšđ«đđđđ„đ đ°đąđđĄ đđĄđđ... đđđŠđšđ§."
"đđđ° đđđđ." đđšđź đ«đđ©đ„đąđđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đŹđĄđ«đźđ . "đđš đČđšđź đ«đđđšđ đ§đąđŹđ đĄđąđŠ?"
"đđĄđđ'đŹ đ°đĄđđ đ'đŠ đđ«đČđąđ§đ đđš đđąđ đźđ«đ đšđźđ. đđ đŹđđđŠđŹ đđđŠđąđ„đąđđ«, đđźđ đ đđšđ§'đ đ€đ§đšđ°..." đĄđ đŹđđąđ đŠđđąđ§đ„đČ đđš đĄđąđŠđŹđđ„đ. "đđŠđŠ, đšđĄ đ°đđ„đ„." đđ đđ«đźđŹđĄđđ đąđ đšđđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đŹđĄđ«đźđ .
"đđĄđđ„đ„ đ°đ đđđŻđđ§đđźđ«đ đšđźđ? đ đ°đđ§đ đđš đŹđĄđšđ° đČđšđź đŹđšđŠđđđĄđąđ§đ đ đđšđźđ§đ." đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đĄđźđŠđŠđđ, đšđđđđ«đąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đđ«đŠ.
"đđĄ?" đđšđź đŹđŠđąđ„đđ, đđđđđ©đđąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đđ«đŠ đ°đąđđĄ đČđšđźđ«đŹ đđŹ đČđšđź đ©đ«đšđđđđđđ đČđšđźđ« đ°đđ„đ€.
"đđ§đ đ°đĄđđ đąđŹ đąđ?" đđđąđ§đ đđźđ«đąđšđźđŹ.
"đ đđ«đđ đ đđšđźđ§đ đ°đĄđąđ„đŹđ đ°đšđ§đđđ«đąđ§đ ," đ°đđŹ đđ„đ„ đĄđ đŹđđąđ.
"đđŠđŠ,"
đđšđź đđ§đŁđšđČđđ đđĄđ đŹđđ«đšđ„đ„ đ°đąđđĄ đČđšđźđ« đĄđźđŹđđđ§đ đ đđđđąđ§đ đ đđąđ đšđ đ đđ«đđđđĄđđ« đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđ đĄđšđđđ„.
"đđš đ'đŻđ đđđđ§ đ°đšđ§đđđ«đąđ§đ ," đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđđđ«đđđ đ°đąđđĄ. đđšđź đ„đšđšđ€đđ đźđ© đđš đĄđąđŠ đ°đĄđđ§ đĄđ đŹđ©đšđ€đ. "đđđđđ« đšđźđ« đđĄđąđ„đ đąđŹ đđšđ«đ§, đ đ°đđŹ đđĄđąđ§đ€đąđ§đ đšđ đđąđ§đđąđ§đ đ đ©đ„đđđ."
đđšđź đ«đđąđŹđđ đđ§ đđČđđđ«đšđ° đđš đđĄđđ. "đđĄđ đĄđšđđđ„ đąđŹ đŠđšđ«đ đ°đšđ«đ€ đđĄđđ§ đĄđšđŠđ đđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ đ§đđ° đđđŠđšđ§đŹ đđĄđđđ€đąđ§đ đąđ§, đđŹđ©đđđąđđ„đ„đČ đđĄđ đšđ§đ đ„đąđ€đ đđšđđđČ. đ đđšđ§'đ đđĄđąđ§đ€ đąđ đ°đšđźđ„đ đđ đŹđđđ đđšđ« đđąđđĄđđ« đšđ đČđšđź, đđ§đ đ đ°đšđźđ„đ đ©đ«đđđđ« đąđ đąđ đ°đ đĄđđ đšđźđ« đšđ°đ§ đŹđ©đđđ đđŹ đ đđđŠđąđ„đČ, đšđźđ« đšđ°đ§ đ©đ«đąđŻđđđČ." đđ đđĄđđ§ đŹđ„đšđ°đ„đČ đ đđłđđ đđšđ°đ§ đđ đČđšđź.
đđšđź đŹđŠđąđ„đđ đ„đąđ đĄđđ„đČ đđ đđĄđđ. "đđĄđđ đŹđšđźđ§đđŹ đ„đšđŻđđ„đČ, đđ„."
đđŹ đČđšđź đŻđđ§đđźđ«đđ đđźđ«đđĄđđ« đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđ đđźđŹđđ„đąđ§đ đŹđđ«đđđđŹ đšđ đĄđđ„đ„, đČđšđź đđšđźđ§đ đČđšđźđ«đŹđđ„đ đđ§đđđ«đąđ§đ đ đđ«đđ§đȘđźđąđ„ đđ«đđ đđ§đŻđđ„đšđ©đđ đđČ đ„đźđŹđĄ đ°đšđšđđ„đđ§đđŹ. đđ«đšđđđđđąđ§đ đđđđ©đđ« đąđ§đđš đđĄđ đđšđ«đđŹđ, đČđšđź đ°đđ«đ đŹđźđ«đ«đšđźđ§đđđ đđČ đđĄđ đŹđđ«đđ§đ đđđđźđđČ đšđ đ§đđđźđ«đ.
đđŹ đČđšđź đđđźđđąđšđźđŹđ„đČ đ§đđŻđąđ đđđđ đđĄđ«đšđźđ đĄ đđĄđ đđ«đđđŹ, đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŠđđąđ§đđđąđ§đđ đ đđąđ«đŠ đ đ«đąđ©. đđšđź đđ«đ«đąđŻđđ đđ đ đđ„đđđ«đąđ§đ đąđ§ đđĄđ đđšđ«đđŹđ.
đđšđź đ°đđ«đ đŠđđŠđšđ«đąđŹđđ đđČ đąđ đđŹ đąđ đ«đđŠđąđ§đđđ đČđšđź đšđ đĄđšđŠđ.
"đ
đ«đšđŠ đđĄđ đđ±đ©đ«đđŹđŹđąđšđ§ đšđ§ đČđšđźđ« đđđđ, đąđ đđ©đ©đđđ«đŹ đđĄđđ đČđšđź đŹđĄđđ«đ đđĄđ đŹđđŠđ đŹđđ§đđąđŠđđ§đ đ đĄđđ đ°đĄđđ§ đ đđąđŹđđšđŻđđ«đđ đđĄđąđŹ đ„đšđđđđąđšđ§," đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ«đđŠđđ«đ€đđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đŹđŠđąđ„đ. "đ đđ±đ©đ„đšđ«đđ đđĄđ đđ«đđ, đđ§đŹđźđ«đąđ§đ đąđđŹ đŹđđđđđČ đđ§đ đŹđđđźđ«đąđđČ, đđ§đ đ đđĄđšđźđ đĄđ đđš đŠđČđŹđđ„đ, 'đđĄđČ đ§đšđ đđźđąđ„đ đšđźđ« đĄđšđŠđ đĄđđ«đ?'"
đđąđđĄ đ đ„đšđšđ€ đšđ đđŹđđšđ§đąđŹđĄđŠđđ§đ, đČđšđź đđźđ«đ§đđ đđš đČđšđźđ« đĄđźđŹđđđ§đ đđŹ đđ§ đąđ§đŻđšđ„đźđ§đđđ«đČ đ đđŹđ© đđŹđđđ©đđ đČđšđźđ« đ„đąđ©đŹ.
"đ đ©đąđđđ đšđ đšđźđ« đšđ„đ đ„đąđđ đĄđđ«đ." đđ đ°đĄđąđŹđ©đđ«đđ, đđđ«đđŹđŹđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđĄđđđ€đŹ. "đđ đđđ§ đŠđđ€đ đąđ đ„đšđšđ€ đ„đąđ€đ đšđźđ« đšđ„đ đĄđšđŠđ."
"đ đ°đšđźđ„đ đ„đšđŻđ đđĄđđ." đđšđź đđĄđšđ€đđ đšđźđ, đĄđšđ„đđąđ§đ đđđđ€ đđĄđ đđđđ«đŹ. "đđźđ«đŹđ đČđšđź đĄđšđ«đŠđšđ§đđŹ." đđšđź đ°đĄđąđŠđ©đđ«đđ, đđđđ„đąđ§đ đ đđđđ« đ«đšđ„đ„ đđšđ°đ§ đČđšđźđ« đđĄđđđ€. đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđĄđźđđ€đ„đđ đđ đđĄđđ, đđ«đźđŹđĄđąđ§đ đąđ đđ°đđČ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŹ đđĄđźđŠđ.
"đđšđź'đ«đ đđšđš đ đšđšđ đđš đŠđ." đđšđź đŠđźđŠđđ„đđ.
"đ đŁđźđŹđ đ°đđ§đ đŠđČ đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ đ°đąđđ đĄđđ©đ©đČ. đđđđđ« đđ„đ„, đČđšđź đđšđ§'đ đđđŹđđ«đŻđ đđš đđ đĄđđ«đ đąđ§ đĄđđ„đ„, đŹđš đ đŠđźđŹđ đđ§đŹđźđ«đ đČđšđź đđđđ„ đđ đĄđšđŠđ, đđ đ„đđđŹđ."
đđĄđ đŠđđ§đČ đ«đđđŹđšđ§đŹ đ°đĄđČ đČđšđź đ°đđ«đ đąđ§ đ„đšđŻđ đ°đąđđĄ đđĄđ đŹđš-đđđ„đ„đđ đŹđđđ«đČ đ©đšđ°đđ«đđźđ„ đšđŻđđ«đ„đšđ«đ. đđđŹđ©đąđđ đĄđąđŹ đ«đđ©đźđđđđąđšđ§, đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đšđ§đ„đČ đŹđĄđšđ°đŹ đĄđąđŹ đđđđđđđąđšđ§ đđ±đđ„đźđŹđąđŻđđ„đČ đđš đČđšđź.
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ đ«đđđźđđ„đ„đČ đ„đđđ§đđ đąđ§ đđ§đ đ©đ«đđŹđŹđđ đĄđąđŹ đ„đąđ©đŹ đđ đđąđ§đŹđ đČđšđźđ«đŹ. đđšđź đŠđđ„đđđ đąđ§đđš đđĄđ đ€đąđŹđŹ, đ„đđđđąđ§đ đšđźđ đ đđšđ§đđđ§đđđ đŹđąđ đĄ.
đđšđź đĄđđđ«đ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđźđđđđ§đ„đČ đŹđ§đđ© đĄđąđŹ đđąđ§đ đđ«, đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đČđšđź đ©đźđ„đ„ đđ°đđČ đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđ đ€đąđŹđŹ. đđšđź đŹđđ° đĄđ đĄđđ đŹđźđŠđŠđšđ§đđ đĄđąđŹ đŹđĄđđđšđ°đŹ đđŹ đđĄđđČ đ„đšđšđ€đđ đ«đđđđČ đđš đŹđđđ«đ đđĄđ đđźđąđ„đđąđ§đ đ©đ«đšđđđŹđŹ.
"đ đ°đđ§đđđ đČđšđźđ« đđ©đ©đ«đšđŻđđ„ đđđđšđ«đ đ°đ đđđ đđ§." đđ đđĄđźđđ€đ„đđ đđŹ đČđšđź đ„đđźđ đĄđđ đŹđšđđđ„đČ đđ đđĄđđ, đ„đđđ§đąđ§đ đšđ§ đĄđąđŹ đŹđĄđšđźđ„đđđ«.
đđŹ đđĄđ đ§đąđ đĄđ đ©đ«đšđ đ«đđŹđŹđđ, đČđšđź đ«đđđźđ«đ§đđ đđš đđĄđ đĄđšđđđ„ đ°đąđđĄ đ đĄđđđ«đ đđąđ„đ„đđ đ°đąđđĄ đŁđšđČ đđ§đ đ đ©đ„đđ§ đđšđ« đđĄđ đđźđđźđ«đ đ°đĄđđ§ đČđšđźđ« đđĄđąđ„đ đ°đšđźđ„đ đđ đđšđ«đ§.
đđ„đđĄđšđźđ đĄ đČđšđź đĄđđđ§'đ đ đąđŻđđ§ đąđ đŠđźđđĄ đđĄđšđźđ đĄđ đđđđšđ«đ, đŹđđđąđ§đ đđĄđ đ©đ„đđ§ đđšđŠđ đđšđ đđđĄđđ« đđ«đšđźđ đĄđ đČđšđź đ đŹđđ§đŹđ đšđ đ©đđđđ.
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đĄđđ đąđ§đđđđ đđđđ§ đđšđ«đ«đđđ đđđšđźđ đ©đšđđđ§đđąđđ„ đđđŠđšđ§đŹ đđĄđđđ€đąđ§đ đąđ§đđš đđĄđ đĄđšđđđ„, đđźđ đđĄđđąđ« đąđ§đđđ§đđąđšđ§đŹ đ°đđ«đ đźđ§đ€đ§đšđ°đ§, đđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ đ đđĄđąđ„đ đ«đźđ§đ§đąđ§đ đđ«đšđźđ§đ, đČđšđź đđšđźđ„đđ§'đ đĄđđ„đ© đđźđ đđđđ„ đđšđ§đđđ«đ§đđ đđšđ« đđĄđđąđ« đŹđđđđđČ.
"đđĄđđ«đ đđąđ đČđšđź đđ°đš đ°đđ§đđđ« đšđđ đđš đđšđ« đŹđźđđĄ đ đ„đšđ§đ đđąđŠđ?" đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đđĄđźđđ€đ„đđ.
"đ đ§đđ° đŹđđđ§đđ«đČ đąđŹ đđ„đ„ đ©đ«đąđ§đđđŹđŹ. đ đđĄđąđ§đ€ đđĄđ đ°đđ„đ€ đĄđđ„đ©đđ đŠđČ đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ đ§đđźđŹđđ."
"đđ«đ đĄ, đđšđ§'đ đ«đđŠđąđ§đ đŠđ." đđšđź đ đ«đšđđ§đđ. đđšđź đ°đđ«đ đšđ§đ„đČ đđ đ°đđđ€đŹ đ©đ«đđ đ§đđ§đ.
"đđšđ°'đŹ đšđźđ« đ§đđ° đ đźđđŹđ đŹđđđđ„đąđ§đ đąđ§?" đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđĄđđ§ đđŹđ€đđ, đđĄđđ§đ đąđ§đ đđĄđ đŹđźđđŁđđđ đđšđ« đČđšđź.
"đđ'đŹ đđźđ«đ«đđ§đđ„đČ đąđ§ đĄđąđŹ đ«đšđšđŠ. đđš đđ±đđąđđąđ§đ , đ«đąđ đĄđ?" đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đ đąđ đ đ„đđ đąđ§ đŁđšđČ. đđđ đ đąđ đŹđĄđšđšđ€ đĄđđ« đĄđđđ đđ đĄđđ« ïżœïżœïżœïżœđąđ«đ„đđ«đąđđ§đ đđ±đđąđđđŠđđ§đ.
"đđ§đđđđ." đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđđąđ, đđ«đźđŹđĄđąđ§đ đąđ đšđđ. "đđđ„đ„, đ đđđ„đąđđŻđ đ°đ đ°đąđ„đ„ đđ đ«đđđąđ«đąđ§đ đđšđ« đđĄđ đ§đąđ đĄđ."
đđšđź đŹđđąđ đČđšđźđ« đ đšđšđđđČđđŹ đđŹ đČđšđź đ„đđ đšđźđ đ đČđđ°đ§ đšđ§đđ đČđšđź đđ§đđđ«đđ đČđšđźđ« đđđđ«đšđšđŠ.
"đđŹ đŠđČ đđđđ« đ°đąđđ đđ±đĄđđźđŹđđđ đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđđ đ°đđ„đ€?"
"đđŠđŠ, đŠđČ đđđđ đđ«đ đŹđšđ«đ đ§đšđ°." "đđđ„đ„, đđĄđđ đđđ§'đ đđš. đđšđźđ„đ đČđšđź đ„đąđ€đ đŠđ đđš đŠđđŹđŹđđ đ đđĄđđŠ đđšđ« đČđšđź?"
"đđĄ, đŹđźđđĄ đ đ đđ§đđ„đđŠđđ§." đđšđź đ đ«đąđ§đ§đđ.
đđ§đ„đČ đČđšđź đđšđźđ„đ đ đđ đđĄđ đšđŻđđ«đ„đšđ«đ đšđ§ đĄđąđŹ đ€đ§đđđŹ đđš đđš đŹđźđđĄ đ đđĄđąđ§đ . đđ đđ§đČđšđ§đ đđđ«đđ đđŹđ€ đđĄđđ đđš đĄđąđŠ đšđ« đŹđ©đđđ€ đđš đĄđąđŠ đ„đąđ€đ đ đŹđ„đđŻđ, đđĄđđČ đ°đšđźđ„đ đĄđđŻđ đđđđ§ đ đđđŹđđČ đŠđđđ„, đšđ« đđĄđđąđ« đŹđđ«đđđŠđŹ đ°đšđźđ„đ đđ đšđ§ đđĄđ đ§đđ±đ đđ«đšđđđđđŹđ.
đđšđź đŹđđ đšđ§ đđĄđ đŹđšđ„đ đđĄđđąđ« đ°đĄđąđ„đ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ«đđđ«đąđđŻđđ đ đŹđđšđšđ„ đđ§đ đ©đšđŹđąđđąđšđ§đđ đąđ đđąđ«đđđđ„đČ đąđ§ đđ«đšđ§đ đšđ đČđšđź đđđđšđ«đ đđđ€đąđ§đ đ đŹđđđ đĄđąđŠđŹđđ„đ.
đđšđź đ©đ«đšđđđđđđ đđš đđ„đđŻđđđ đšđ§đ đšđ đČđšđźđ« đ„đđ đŹ, đđ„đ„đšđ°đąđ§đ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđš đđšđŠđđšđ«đđđđ„đČ đ«đđŹđ đąđ đźđ©đšđ§ đĄđąđŹ đđĄđąđ đĄ. đđąđđĄ đĄđąđŹ đđšđđ đđ§đ đ đ„đšđŻđđŹ đ«đđŠđšđŻđđ, đČđšđź đđšđźđ„đ đđđđ„ đđĄđ đŹđđ§đŹđđđąđšđ§ đšđ đĄđąđŹ đđđ«đ đĄđđ§đđŹ đ đđ§đđ„đČ đŠđđŹđŹđđ đąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđšđšđ đđ§đ đđ§đ€đ„đ. đđŹ đČđšđź đŹđđ§đ€ đđđđ©đđ« đąđ§đđš đđĄđ đđĄđđąđ«, đđ§ đąđ§đŻđšđ„đźđ§đđđ«đČ đŹđąđ đĄ đšđ đ«đđ„đđ±đđđąđšđ§ đđŹđđđ©đđ đČđšđźđ« đ„đąđ©đŹ.
"đđšđź đđąđđ§'đ đĄđđŻđ đđš đđš đđĄđąđŹ, đČđšđź đ€đ§đšđ°."
"đđŠđŠ, đ đ€đ§đšđ°, đ đŁđźđŹđ đ°đđ§đ đ đŹđđ§đŹđ đšđ đŹđšđŠđ đ§đšđ«đŠđđ„đąđđČ." đđ đŹđŠđąđ„đđ đđŹ đČđšđź đŹđđđ«đđ đąđ§đđš đđđđĄ đšđđĄđđ« đđ«đąđŠđŹđšđ§ đđČđđŹ.
đđšđź đđ§đ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đźđŹđđ đđš đ đąđŻđ đđđđĄ đšđđĄđđ« đŠđđŹđŹđđ đđŹ đąđ đšđ§đ đšđ đČđšđź đĄđđ đ đ„đšđ§đ đšđ« đŹđđ«đđŹđŹđđźđ„ đđđČ đ°đĄđđ§ đđ„đąđŻđ.
"đ đŠđźđŹđ đŹđđČ, đ đđš đđđđ„ đ„đźđđ€đČ. đđđđđ« đđ„đ„, đŠđšđŹđ đ°đšđŠđđ§ đ§đđŻđđ« đ đšđ... đđĄđąđŹ đđ«đđđđŠđđ§đ."
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđąđ đĄđđ, đ€đ§đšđ°đąđ§đ đČđšđź đ°đđ«đ đđšđ«đ«đđđ. "đđĄđđ đąđŹ đ°đĄđČ đŠđČ đŠđšđđĄđđ« đ«đđąđŹđđ đŠđ đđš đ§đšđ đđ đ„đąđ€đ đđĄđšđŹđ đŠđđ§, đđ§đ đ°đąđđĄ đČđšđź đđČ đŠđČ đŹđąđđ, đČđšđź đŹđĄđšđ°đđ đŠđ đĄđšđ° đđ«đźđ„đČ đ«đđŠđđ«đ€đđđ„đ đ°đšđŠđđ§ đđđ§ đđ. đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ , đČđšđź'đ«đ đđđ«đ«đČđąđ§đ đŠđČ đđĄđąđ„đ. đđ đąđŹ đąđŠđ©đšđ«đđđ§đ đđĄđđ đ đđđ§ đ€đđđ© đČđšđź đđŹ đđšđŠđđšđ«đđđđ„đ đđŹ đ©đšđŹđŹđąđđ„đ. đđŹ đ đ€đ§đšđ° đČđšđź đ°đđ§đ đ đ§đđđźđ«đđ„ đđąđ«đđĄ. đđ'đŹ... đ đšđ§đ§đ đĄđźđ«đ đŠđ đđš đŹđđ đČđšđź đąđ§... đđĄđđ đ©đđąđ§. đđźđ đ đ€đ§đšđ° đąđ đ°đąđ„đ„ đđ đ°đšđ«đđĄ đąđ đđš đđąđ§đđ„đ„đČ đĄđšđ„đ đšđźđ« đđĄđąđ„đ. đ đđĄđąđ„đ đđĄđđ đŹđĄđšđźđ„đ đĄđđŻđ đđđđ§ ïżœïżœđšđ«đ§ đ°đĄđđ§ đ°đ đ°đđ«đ đđ..."
"đđ„... đŠđđČđđ đąđ đ°đđŹ đđšđ« đđĄđ đđđŹđ, đđđđđ« đđ„đ„ đšđźđ« đđĄđąđ„đ đ°đšđźđ„đ đĄđđŻđ đđđđšđŠđ đđ§ đšđ«đ©đĄđđ§ đđ đšđ§đ„đČ đđ đČđđđ«đŹ đšđ„đ. đ
đđ« đđšđš đČđšđźđ§đ đđš đ„đšđšđ€ đđđđđ« đđĄđđŠđŹđđ„đŻđđŹ. đđšđŠđ đđĄđąđ§đ đŹ đĄđđ©đ©đđ§ đđšđ« đ đ«đđđŹđšđ§." đđšđź đŹđšđđđ„đČ đŹđ©đšđ€đ.
"đđŠđŠ, đŹđźđ©đ©đšđŹđ đČđšđź'đ«đ đ«đąđ đĄđ, đŠđČ đ„đšđŻđ." đđ đŹđąđ đĄđđ, đ đąđŻđąđ§đ đČđšđź đ đđđ° đŠđšđ«đ đŠđąđ§đźđđđŹ đđš đđ§đŁđšđČ đđĄđ đđšđšđ đŠđđŹđŹđđ đ.
"đđšđ° đđš đČđšđź đđđđ„?" "đđźđđĄ đđđđđđ«, đđ„đ„ đđĄđđ§đ€đŹ đđš đČđšđź."
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđđ«đđđźđ„đ„đČ đđŹđŹđąđŹđđđ đČđšđź đđš đŹđđđ§đ đđČ đ đđ§đđ„đČ đ©đ„đđđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đ„đđ đđšđ°đ§ đđ§đ đđ±đđđ§đđąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đĄđđ§đ đđšđ« đŹđźđ©đ©đšđ«đ.
đđŹ đČđšđź đ©đ«đđ©đđ«đđ đđšđ« đđđ, đČđšđź đ§đđŹđđ„đđ đđšđ§đđđ§đđđđ„đČ đđ đđąđ§đŹđ đĄđąđŹ đđđ«đ đđĄđđŹđ. đđ„đđŹđđšđ«'đŹ đđ«đŠđŹ đ°đ«đđ©đ©đđ đ©đ«đšđđđđđąđŻđđ„đČ đđ«đšđźđ§đ đČđšđź đđŹ đĄđ đ©đ„đđđđ đ đ đđ§đđ„đ đ€đąđŹđŹ đšđ§ đČđšđźđ« đđšđ«đđĄđđđ.
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"(đ/đ), đ đĄđđŻđ đ đŻđđ«đČ đŹđđ«đąđšđźđŹ đȘđźđđŹđđąđšđ§ đđš đđŹđ€ đČđšđź." đđ§đ đđ„ đŹđđąđ, đŹđąđđđąđ§đ đđšđ°đ§ đđđŹđąđđ đČđšđź đšđ§ đđĄđ đŹđšđđ.
"đđ€đđČ...?" đČđšđź đȘđźđđŹđđąđšđ§đđ, đđ„đšđŹđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđšđšđ€.
"đđšđđŹ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđđ€đ đđŻđđ«đČđđĄđąđ§đ đšđđ đ°đĄđđ§ đČđšđź đĄđđŻđ đŹđđ±?"
"đđ§đ đđ„." đđšđź đ đ«đšđđ§đđ. "đđĄđđ đąđŹ đ§đšđ đ đŹđđ«đąđšđźđŹ đȘđźđđŹđđąđšđ§!"
"đđšđšđđŹ, đđšđŠđ đšđ§, đ đ§đđđ đđš đ€đ§đšđ°. đđšđđŹ đĄđ đĄđđŻđ đ đđđąđ„?"
"đđ§đ đđ„!"
"đ'đŠ đđźđ«đąđšđźđŹ đđđšđźđ đČđšđź đđ°đš, đ„đąđ€đ đđš đČđšđź đ€đ§đšđ° đđŻđđ«đČđđĄđąđ§đ đđđšđźđ đđđđĄ đšđđĄđđ« -"
"đđąđ đĄđ, đđ§đ đđ„. đ'đŠ đ đąđŻđąđ§đ đČđšđź đŹđšđŠđ đŹđŠđđ„đ„ đąđ§đđšđ«đŠđđđąđšđ§ đđš đŹđĄđźđ đČđšđź đźđ©. đđ đĄđđŻđ đ€đ§đšđ°đ§ đđđđĄ đšđđĄđđ« đŹđąđ§đđ đ°đ đ°đđ«đ đđąđŻđ đČđđđ«đŹ đšđ„đ. đđ đđđ đđ§ đđđđąđ§đ đ°đĄđđ§ đ°đ đ°đđ«đ đđšđźđ«đđđđ§, đŹđĄđđ«đđ đ đ€đąđŹđŹ đ°đĄđđ§ đ°đ đ°đđ«đ đđ°đđ§đđČ-đšđ§đ đđ§đ đ đšđ đŠđđ«đ«đąđđ đ đČđđđ« đ„đđđđ«, đ°đĄđđ§ đ°đ đ°đđ«đ đđ°đđ§đđČ-đđ°đš. đđđ©đ©đČ?"
"đđšđ° đŠđđ§đČ đ đźđČđŹ đđąđ đČđšđź đŹđ„đđđ© đ°đąđđĄ?"
"đđšđ§đđŹđđ„đČ, đđ§đ đđ„." đđšđź đŹđąđ đĄđđ đąđ§ đąđ«đ«đąđđđđąđšđ§. "đđ„, đđĄđ đšđ§đ„đČ đ đźđČ đ'đŻđ... đČđđđĄ. đđš đŠđšđ«đ đȘđźđđŹđđąđšđ§đŹ!"
"đđđŠđ§! đđ„đđŹđđšđ«, đšđ§đ đ„đźđđ€đČ đ đźđČ."
"đđšđ° đŹđš?" đđšđź đđ«đšđ°đ§đđ. "đđđ„đ„, đČđšđź'đ«đ đĄđšđ đđšđšđđŹ. đ đđđ„đ„ đČđšđź đđĄđąđŹ đđ„đ„ đđĄđ đđąđŠđ." đđ đŹđĄđ«đźđ đ đđ.
đđšđź đ«đšđ„đ„đđ đČđšđźđ« đđČđđŹ đđŹ đđąđ€ đŁđšđąđ§đđ đČđšđź, đŹđąđđđąđ§đ đąđ§ đđĄđ đŹđšđ„đ đđĄđđąđ« đđđ«đšđŹđŹ đđ«đšđŠ đČđšđź đ°đąđđĄ đ đđ«đąđ§đ€ đąđ§ đĄđđ§đ.
"đđš đąđŹ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđĄđ đšđ§đ„đČ đ đźđČ đČđšđź đđŻđđ« đđđđđ?"
"đđ§đ đđ„." đđšđź đ đ«đšđ°đ„đđ, đ«đđđđČ đđš đ©đźđ§đđĄ đđĄđ đ©đšđ«đ§ đđđŠđšđ§ đ đšđ„đđđ§ đđšđšđđĄ đšđźđ.
"đđđŹđ đȘđźđđŹđđąđšđ§, đ đ©đ«đšđŠđąđŹđ."
đđšđź đ«đšđ„đ„đđ đČđšđźđ« đđČđđŹ đđ đđąđ§. "đđš, đ đĄđđ đ đđšđČđđ«đąđđ§đ đđđđšđ«đ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđ§đ đ đŠđđđ đąđ đšđđđąđđąđđ„. đđđ'đŹ đŁđźđŹđ đŹđđČ đĄđšđ° đąđ đđ§đđđ... đđ đ°đđŹđ§'đ đ©đđ«đđąđđźđ„đđ«đ„đČ đđĄđ đđđŹđ đ°đĄđđ§ đĄđ đđšđźđ§đ đšđźđ đ đ°đđ§đđđ đŠđšđ«đ đ°đąđđĄ đđ„đđŹđđšđ«..."
"đđšđ«đ?"
"đ đđąđđ§'đ đĄđđŻđ đŹđđ± đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŠ. đđ đ€đąđŹđŹđđ đđĄđđ đąđ đ°đđŹ đąđ." đđšđź đŹđĄđ«đźđ đ đđ.
"đđđŠđ§... đšđšđ đźđ§đ„đźđđ€đČ đ đźđČ, đ'đ„đ„ đŹđđČ."
"đđđĄ, đ đ°đđŹ đĄđđ©đ©đČ đ đ€đđ©đ đŠđČđŹđđ„đ đđšđ« đđ„, đđđ„đ đŠđšđ«đ đŹđ©đđđąđđ„ đđ§đ đąđ§đđąđŠđđđ đđ±đ©đ„đšđ«đąđ§đ ... đ°đđąđ, đ°đĄđđ đđŠ đ đŹđđČđąđ§đ . đđ đŹđđšđ© đđĄđđ«đ!"
đđ§đ đđ„ đ°đđŹ đŹđđđ«đąđ§đ đđŠđźđŹđąđ§đ đ„đČ đđŹ đĄđ đŹđźđ©đ©đšđ«đđđ đĄđąđŹ đĄđđđ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŹ đĄđđ§đ, đđ„đ„đšđ°đąđ§đ đČđšđź đđš đđšđ§đđąđ§đźđ đŹđ©đđđ€đąđ§đ đ°đąđđĄđšđźđ đąđ§đđđ«đ«đźđ©đđąđšđ§.
"đđĄđđ đ°đđŹ đđ„đ„ đČđšđź đđšđšđđŹ." đđ đ đ«đąđ§đ§đđ đđŹ đČđšđź đ«đšđ„đ„đđ đČđšđźđ« đđČđđŹ đđšđ« đđĄđ đđĄđąđ«đ đđąđŠđ.
đđ§đ đđ„ đđĄđđ§ đ©đźđ đĄđąđŹ đđđđđ§đđąđšđ§ đšđ§ đđš đđĄđ ïżœïżœïżœïżœđđ° đ đźđđŹđ.
"đđą, đ§đđ° đ đźđČ. đđĄđđ'đŹ đČđšđźđ« đŹđđšđ«đČ?" đđ§đ đđ„ đđĄđđ§ đđŹđ€đđ đđĄđđ§đ€đđźđ„đ„đČ, đđĄđđ§đ đąđ§đ đđĄđ đđšđ©đąđ.
"đđĄđđ đđš đČđšđź đ°đđ§đ đđš đ€đ§đšđ°?" đđ đđŹđ€đđ, đđđ€đąđ§đ đ đŹđąđ© đšđ đĄđąđŹ đđ«đąđ§đ€.
"đđĄđđ đČđšđź đđąđ đđš đđ§đ đźđ© đąđ§ đĄđđ„đ„, đ°đĄđČ đČđšđź đ°đđ§đ đđš đđ đ«đđđđđŠđđ. đđšđź đ€đ§đšđ°." đđ§đ đđ„ đŹđđąđ đąđ§ đ đđźđĄ đđšđ§đ.
"đđźđ«đđđ«đđ đ©đđšđ©đ„đ." đđ đŹđĄđ«đźđ đ đđ đ„đąđ€đ đąđ đ°đđŹ đ§đšđđĄđąđ§đ . "đđĄđđ đđđšđźđ đČđšđź?" đđ đđĄđđ§ đđŹđ€đđ đđ§đ đđ„. "đđ«đźđ đšđŻđđ«đđšđđŹ."
"đđŠđŠ." đđ đĄđźđŠđŠđđ đđĄđđ§, đ„đšđđ€đąđ§đ đđČđđŹ đ°đąđđĄ đČđšđź.
"đđĄđđ đđđšđźđ đČđšđź?"
đđšđź đđąđđ§'đ đ€đ§đšđ° đąđ đČđšđź đ°đđ§đđđ đđš đŹđĄđđ«đ đđĄđđ đąđ§đđšđ«đŠđđđąđšđ§, đđźđ đđ§đ đđ„ đđđđ đČđšđź đđš đąđ.
"đđĄ đ„đąđđđ„đ đŠđąđŹđŹ đ đšđšđđČ đ đšđšđđČ đĄđđ«đ đ đšđ đđđ§đąđŹđĄđđ đđ«đšđŠ đĄđđđŻđđ§." đđ§đ đđ„ đđšđšđđ đŹđȘđźđđđłđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđĄđđđ€. đđšđź đŹđ°đđđđđ đąđ đđ°đđČ, đ đ«đšđ°đ„đąđ§đ .
"đđ§đ đ°đĄđđ." đđšđź đĄđźđđđđ. "đđđđĄđđ« đđšđŠđŠđąđ đđŻđđ«đČ đŹđąđ§ đąđ§ đđĄđ đđšđšđ€ đđĄđđ§ đŠđđ«đ«đČ đđĄđ đđąđ«đŹđ đŠđđ§." đđšđź đŹđđąđ đąđ§ đđąđŹđ đźđŹđ, đđ«đšđŹđŹđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđ«đŠđŹ.
"đđ§đđđ«đđŹđđąđ§đ , đŹđš đČđšđź'đ«đ đ đđđ„đ„đđ§ đđ§đ đđ„?" đđąđ€ đȘđźđđŹđđąđšđ§đđ.
"đđĄ, đ đŹđđ đŠđČđŹđđ„đ đŠđšđ«đ đđŹ đ đđđŠđšđ§đđŹđŹ, đ đđšđ§'đ đĄđđŻđ đ°đąđ§đ đŹ đšđ« đđĄđ đđ©đ©đđđ«đđ§đđ đšđ đđ§ đđ§đ đđ„ đ§đšđ°. đđđ„đ„ đąđŹ đ đ«đšđ°đąđ§đ đšđ§ đŠđ."
đđąđ€ đŹđŠđąđ„đđ đđ đđĄđđ, đ đđđđąđ§đ đ„đšđŹđ đąđ§ đĄđąđŹ đđĄđšđźđ đĄđđŹ.
"đđąđ đĄđ!" đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đđđđŠđđ đšđźđ đšđ đ§đšđ°đĄđđ«đ. "đ đđĄđšđźđ đĄđ đ°đ đ°đšđźđ„đ đđš đđ§ đđđđąđŻđąđđČ đđšđđđČ đ°đąđđĄ đšđźđ« đ§đđ° đ đźđđŹđ!" đđĄđ đđ±đ©đ„đđąđ§đđ đđŹ đđźđŹđ€, đđąđđđČ, đđ§đ đđđ đ đąđ đŁđšđąđ§đđ, đđđ€đąđ§đ đ đŹđđđ.
"đđ«đ đĄ, đ§đšđ đđĄđąđŹ." đđ§đ đđ„ đ°đĄđąđ§đđ. "đđšđąđ§đ đ°đĄđđ?"
"đđšđ„đđ©đ„đđČ, đ đŠđđđ đ đ§đđ° đŹđđ«đąđ©đ." đđĄđ đ đąđ đ đ„đđ.
"đđšđ©đ. đ'đŠ đ§đšđ đđšđąđ§đ đąđ đđđđđ« đđĄđ đ„đđŹđ đšđ§đ, đđźđđ€ đđĄđđ."
"đđ§đ đđ„!" đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đ°đĄđąđ§đđ.
"đđ«đ đĄ đ đąđŻđ đąđ đĄđđ«đ. đđĄđđ'đŹ đąđ đđđšđźđ?" đđąđđĄ đ đŹđąđ đĄ, đČđšđź đ«đšđŹđ đđ«đšđŠ đČđšđźđ« đŹđđđ đđ§đ đđšđšđ€ đđĄđ đŹđđ«đąđ©đ, đ°đĄđąđ„đ đŹđĄđ đĄđđ§đđđ đđĄđ đšđđĄđđ« đšđ§đ đđš đđąđ€, đ°đĄđš đŹđđšđšđ đźđ©, đ„đšđšđ€đąđ§đ đ©đźđłđłđ„đđ.
"đđ'đ«đ đ đšđ§đ§đ đđ đđšđđźđŹđąđ§đ đšđ§ đ„đšđŻđ! đđ'đŹ đđđšđźđ đ đ đźđČ đ°đĄđš đđšđ§đđđŹđŹđđŹ đĄđąđŹ đ„đšđŻđ đđš đĄđąđŹ đđđŹđ đđ«đąđđ§đ." đđĄđ đ đąđ đ đ„đđ.
đđšđź đŹđđđ«đđ đđ„đđ§đ€đ„đČ đđ đđĄđ đ©đđ©đđ« đđĄđđ§ đđš đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ. "đđ!" đđ§đ đđ„ đ„đđźđ đĄđđ đđŹ đđźđŹđ€ đ„đšđšđ€đđ đđš đđ§đ đđ„ đ°đąđđĄ đ đ đ«đąđ§ đđ đĄđąđŹ đ«đđđđđąđšđ§.
"đđĄ đđšđČ..." đđđ đ đąđ đŹđąđ đĄđđ.
đđšđź đŹđđđ«đđ đđš đđąđ€ đđŹ đĄđ đ°đđŹ đđ„đŹđš đ đđąđ đĄđđŹđąđđđ§đ.
"đđźđČđŹ đąđ'đŹ đŁđźđŹđ đđđđąđ§đ đđšđŠđ đšđ§!" đđĄđđ«đ„đąđ đđ đ đđ đđđ€đąđ§đ đ đŹđđđ.
"đđŠđŠ..." đđąđ€ đđ„đđđ«đđ đĄđąđŹ đđĄđ«đšđđ. "đđ€đđČ đźđŠđŠ... (đ/đ) đ đĄđđŻđ đŹđšđŠđđđĄđąđ§đ đđš đđđ„đ„ đČđšđź."
đđšđź đ„đšđšđ€đđ đđ đđĄđ đ„đąđ§đ đ§đšđ° đ«đđ đ«đđđđąđ§đ đđ„đ„ đšđ đđĄđąđŹ.
"đđĄ, đ°đĄđđ đąđŹ đąđ," đČđšđź đ«đđđ đšđźđ đđŻđšđąđđąđ§đ đđŹ đŠđźđđĄ đđČđ đđšđ§đđđđ đđŹ đ©đšđŹđŹđąđđ„đ.
"đđ'đŻđ đđđđ§ đđđŹđ đđ«đąđđ§đđŹ đđšđ« đ đ°đĄđąđ„đ đđ§đ đ đđđ§'đ đĄđđ„đ© đđźđ đđĄđąđ§đ€ đđĄđđ«đ đąđŹ đŠđšđ«đ đđš đąđ."
"đđĄđđđđŻđđ« đđš đČđšđź đŠđđđ§?" đđšđź đŹđ„đšđ°đ„đČ đ„đšđšđ€đđ đđš đđ§đ đđ„ đ°đĄđš đ°đđŹ đ đ«đąđ§đ§đąđ§đ , đČđšđź đ°đđ§đđđ đđš đŹđŠđđđ€ đąđ đšđđ đĄđąđŹ đđđđ đŹđš đđđđ„đČ.
đđąđđđČ đ°đđŹ đ đąđ đ đ„đąđ§đ đđ§đ đ«đšđŹđŹđđ đąđ§ đđĄđ đŹđđšđ«đČ.
"(đ/đ) đ..." đđ đŹđ„đšđ°đ„đČ đ„đšđšđ€đđ đźđ© đđŹ đČđšđź đ„đšđđ€đđ đđČđđŹ. "đ... đĄđđŻđ đđđđ„đąđ§đ đŹ đđšđ« đČđšđź. đ đ€đ§đšđ° đČđšđź đ©đ«đšđđđđ„đČ đđšđ§đ đđđđ„ đđĄđ đŹđđŠđ đ°đđČ, đđźđ đ đđđ„đ đąđ đ°đđŹ đąđŠđ©đšđ«đđđ§đ đđšđ« đČđšđź đđš đđ đđ°đđ«đ đšđ đĄđšđ° đ đđđđ„..."
đđšđź đŹđźđđđđ§đ„đČ đđ«đšđłđ, đđĄđąđŹ đ°đđŹđ§'đ đąđ§ đđĄđ đŹđđ«đąđ©đ đđ§đ đđĄđšđŹđ đ°đšđ«đđŹ đŹđšđźđ§đđđ đšđđđ„đČ đŹđąđŠđąđ„đđ« đ„đąđ€đ đČđšđź'đŻđ đĄđđđ«đ đąđ đđđđšđ«đ...
đđšđ đ«đđđ„đąđŹđąđ§đ đČđšđź đĄđđ đłđšđ§đ đšđźđ đźđ§đđąđ„ đČđšđźđ« đ§đđŠđ đ°đđŹ đđđąđ§đ đđđ„đ„đđ đšđźđ.
"(đ/đ)?"
"đđĄ đŹđšđ«đ«đČ, đ'đŠ đđđđ„đąđ§đ đ đđąđ... đđąđ«đđ. đ'đŠ đ đšđ§đ§đ đĄđđđ đđš đđđ." đđšđź đŹđđąđ đ§đšđ đŹđđđ«đąđ§đ đđ đđ§đČđšđ§đ đđŹ đČđšđź đŠđđđ đČđšđźđ« đ°đđČ đđš đČđšđźđ« đđđđ«đšđšđŠ, đąđ đ§đšđ«đąđ§đ đđĄđ đȘđźđđŹđđąđšđ§đđđ„đ đŹđđđ«đđŹ.
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đđ° đĄđšđźđ«đŹ đ„đđđđ«
đđšđź đ đ«đđđźđđ„đ„đČ đ«đđ đđąđ§đđ đđšđ§đŹđđąđšđźđŹđ§đđŹđŹ đđ§đ đ§đšđđąđđđ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđąđđđąđ§đ đ§đđ±đ đđš đČđšđź, đđ§đ đ«đšđŹđŹđđ đąđ§ đ đđšđšđ€. đđŹ đąđ đŹđđ§đŹđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđ°đđ€đđ§đąđ§đ , đĄđ đ„đąđđđđ đĄđąđŹ đ đđłđ đđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđČđđŹ đŠđđ.
"đđĄ, đ„đšđšđ€ đ°đĄđš'đŹ đđąđ§đđ„đ„đČ đ«đąđŹđđ§ đđ«đšđŠ đđĄđđąđ« đ§đđ©." đđ đ đ«đąđ§đ§đđ đ©đ„đđđąđ§đ đĄđąđŹ đđšđšđ€ đđšđ°đ§.
đđšđź đŹđŠđąđ„đđ đ„đđłđąđ„đČ đđ đĄđąđŠ. "đđšđź đšđ€đđČ đŠđČ đ„đšđŻđ?" "đđŠđŠ, đČđđđĄ đŁđźđŹđ đđđ„đ đđ±đĄđđźđŹđđđ." đđšđź đČđđ°đ§đđ.
"đđŠ đ đ đšđ§đ§đ đĄđđŻđ đđš đĄđđŻđ đ°đšđ«đđŹ đ°đąđđĄ đšđźđ« đ„đąđđđ„đ đšđ§đ?" đđ đ„đąđ đĄđđ„đČ đŁđšđ€đđ đđŹ đČđšđź đ đ«đąđ§đ§đđ đđ đđĄđđ. "đđđđŠđŹ đđ±đĄđđźđŹđđąđšđ§ đąđŹ đČđšđźđ« đ§đźđŠđđđ« đšđ§đ đ©đ«đđ đ§đđ§đđČ đŹđČđŠđ©đđšđŠ." đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ«đđđđ„đ„đđ đČđšđźđ« đ©đ«đđ đ§đđ§đđČ đ°đĄđđ§ đČđšđź đ°đđ«đ đđšđđĄ đđ„đąđŻđ.
"đ đŹđźđ©đ©đšđŹđ." đđšđź đ„đđČ đđĄđđ«đ đĄđđŻđąđ§đ đ§đš đđ§đđ«đ đČ đđš đŹđąđ đźđ©.
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđ„đšđ°đ„đČ đđ«đđđđ đđąđ«đđ„đ đđ«đšđźđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđđđšđŠđđ§ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŹ đđąđ§đ đđ«đđąđ©. "đđĄđđ đŠđđ€đđŹ đŠđ đđđđ„ đđšđđĄ đ«đđ„đđ±đđ đđ§đ đšđđđ„đČ đȘđźđđđŹđČ." đđšđź đŠđźđŠđđ„đđ.
"đđđ§đ đŠđ đđš đŹđđšđ©?"
"đđŠđŠ, đ§đš đŠđđ€đđŹ đŠđ đŠđšđ«đ đ«đđ„đđ±đđ đđĄđđ§ đđ§đČđđĄđąđ§đ ." đđšđź đŹđŠđąđ„đđ đđ„đšđŹđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđČđđŹ.
đđšđź đđ§đŁđšđČđđ đđĄđąđŹ đŠđšđŠđđ§đ, đ°đĄđđ§ đČđšđź đšđ©đđ§đđ đČđšđźđ« đđČđđŹ đđš đŠđđđ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ đđłđ đ đđđźđ§đđąđ§đ đđĄđšđźđ đĄđ đđ©đ©đđđ«đđ.
"đđ„..."
"đđđŹ đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ ?"
đđšđź đ©đđźđŹđđ đđšđ« đ đŹđđđšđ§ïżœïżœ. "đđąđ„đ„ đČđšđź đŹđđąđ„đ„ đ„đšđŻđ đŠđ đđđđđ« đšđźđ« đđĄđąđ„đ đđšđ«đ§?"
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđ«đšđ°đ§đđ đđš đđĄđđ. "đđĄđđ đŠđđ€đđŹ đČđšđź đđĄđąđ§đ€ đ đ°đšđ§'đ?"
"đ'đŻđ đŹđđđ§ đĄđšđ° đĄđđŻđąđ§đ đđĄđąđ„đđ«đđ§ đđĄđđ§đ đđŹ đ«đđ„đđđąđšđ§đŹđĄđąđ©đŹ. đđ„đđĄđšđźđ đĄ đąđ'đŹ đ đđđđźđđąđđźđ„ đđĄđąđ§đ đđš đĄđđŻđ đđĄđđŠ, đŹđšđŠđđđąđŠđđŹ đđĄđđČ'đ«đ đđĄđ đđđźđŹđ đšđ đđĄđ đ«đđ„đđđąđšđ§đŹđĄđąđ© đ§đšđ đ°đšđ«đ€đąđ§đ đšđźđ."
"đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ , đ đ°đąđ„đ„ đ„đšđŻđ đČđšđź đ§đš đŠđđđđđ« đ°đĄđđ. đđšđđđ§đđąđđ„đ„đČ đČđđŹ đđĄđđ«đ'đŹ đ đšđ§đ§ïżœïżœïżœ đđ đđąđŠđđŹ đ°đ'đ«đ đŠđšđŹđ đ„đąđ€đđ„đČ đ đšđ§đ§đ đđ đŹđ„đđđ© đđđ©đ«đąđŻđđ. đđ« đđĄđđČ'đ«đ đ đšđ§đ§đ đĄđđŻđ đšđźđ« đđđđđ§đđąđšđ§ đŠđšđ«đ, đŹđš đ„đšđ§đ đđŹ đ°đ đŠđđ€đ đđąđŠđ đđšđ đđđĄđđ« đđšđ« đŁđźđŹđ đźđŹ đđ§đ đ°đ đđ«đ đĄđšđ§đđŹđ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđšđ° đ°đ đđ«đ đđđđ„đąđ§đ . đđ đ°đąđ„đ„ đđ đđąđ§đ." đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ«đđđŹđŹđźđ«đđ.
đđšđź đŹđŠđąđ„đđ đ„đąđ đĄđđ„đČ đđ đđĄđđ.
"đđĄđđ đđđšđźđ đŠđ?"
"đđĄđđ đđđšđźđ đČđšđź đ„đšđŻđ?"
"đđČ đđšđđČ đŠđđČ đ§đšđ đđ đđĄđ đŹđđŠđ đđđđđ«. đđ«đ đČđšđź... đ đšđ§đ§đ đđ đšđ€đđČ đ°đąđđĄ đđĄđđ?"
"(đ/đ) đČđšđź'đ«đ đđđ«đ«đČđąđ§đ đ đđĄđąđ„đ. đ'đŠ đ§đšđ đđ±đ©đđđđąđ§đ đČđšđź đđš đąđŠđŠđđđąđđđđ„đČ đđšđźđ§đđ đđđđ€ đđš đČđšđźđ« đ©đ«đ đ©đ«đđ đ§đđ§đđČ đđšđđČ. đ đđšđ§'đ đđđ«đ. đ đđąđđ§'đ đđđ„đ„ đąđ§ đ„đšđŻđ đ°đąđđĄ đČđšđź đđđđđźđŹđ đšđ đČđšđźđ« đđąđ đźđ«đ đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ , đ đđđ„đ„ đąđ§ đ„đšđŻđ đ°đąđđĄ đČđšđź, đđĄđ đ€đąđŹđŹ đšđ§đ„đČ đđšđ§đđąđ«đŠđđ đŠđČ đđđđ„đąđ§đ đŹ đ°đđ«đ đąđ§đđđđ đđĄđđ«đ. đ đ€đ§đšđ° đČđšđź đŹđđ«đźđ đ đ„đđ đ°đąđđĄ đČđšđźđ« đąđ§đŹđđđźđ«đąđđąđđŹ đđđđđźđŹđ đšđ đČđšđźđ« đđ«đđđŹđđŹ đđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đĄđąđ©đŹ đ°đđ„đ„-" "đđđđšđ«đđąđ§đ đđš đđ§đ đđ„ đąđ'đŹ đđ§ đĄđšđźđ«đ đ„đđŹđŹ đđąđ đźđ«đ. đ đđđ«đ«đČ đŠđšđ«đ đąđ§ đđĄđ đđźđŠ đđ§đ đđšđšđđŹ." đđšđź đ đąđ đ đ„đđ đđŹ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđĄđźđđ€đ„đđ đđ đđĄđđ. "đđĄđđ đ đđšđ§'đ đđšđŠđ©đ„đđąđ§ đđđšđźđ, đČđšđź đđ«đ đđđđźđđąđđźđ„ đđźđ đąđ đČđšđź đ«đđđ„đ„đČ đ°đđ§đ đŠđČ đšđ©đąđ§đąđšđ§ đđŹ đ đŠđđ§ đ§đšđ đđđąđ§đ đ đ đđ§đđ„đđŠđđ§ đČđšđź đđ«đ đđ«đźđ„đČ đđźđđ€đąđ§đ đŹđđ±đČ. đđŹđ©đđđąđđ„đ„đČ đ°đĄđđ§ đČđšđź đ°đšđ«đ đđĄđđ đđ«đđŹđŹ đđ đđĄđ đđđ„đ„ đŹđĄđšđ°đąđ§đ đđŻđđ«đČđđĄđąđ§đ đšđđ, đČđšđź đđšđ§'đ đ€đ§đšđ° đĄđšđ° đđđŠđ©đđąđ§đ đ đ°đđŹ đŁđźđŹđ đđš đđđ§đ đČđšđź đđšđ°đ§ đđ§đ đđźđđ€ đČđšđź đ°đĄđąđ„đŹđ đ đ«đđđđąđ§đ đČđšđź đąđ§ đđĄđ đŠđšđŹđ đŹđąđ§đđźđ„ đ°đđČ."
đđšđźđ« đđĄđđđ€đŹ đ đ«đđ° đ°đđ«đŠ.
"đđ„, đČđšđź'đ«đ đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đŠđ đĄđšđ«đ§đČ."
"đđšđ«đ«đČ đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ ." đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđĄđźđđ€đ„đđ, đĄđ đ„đđđ§đđ đšđŻđđ« đđ§đ đ©đđđ€đđ đČđšđźđ« đ„đąđ©đŹ. đđšđź đ đ«đđđđđ đĄđąđŠ đđČ đĄđąđŹ đŹđĄđąđ«đ đ©đźđ„đ„đąđ§đ đĄđąđŠ đđšđ°đ§ đ«đđđšđ§đ§đđđđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đ„đąđ©đŹ đ°đąđđĄ đĄđąđŹ. đđĄđ đ€đąđŹđŹ đąđ§đđđ§đŹđąđđąđđ đđŹ đČđšđź đ°đđ§đđđ đŠđšđ«đ.
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ©đźđ„đ„đđ đđ°đđČ. "đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ đ'đŠ đŹđđąđ„đ„ đŹđđąđđ€đąđ§đ đđČ đŠđČ đ°đšđ«đ."
"đđ«đ đĄ, đđ„." đđšđź đ°đĄđąđ§đđ. "đđĄđąđŹ đąđŹ đđšđ«đđźđ«đ đđš đŠđ." đđšđź đ©đšđźđđđ. "đđšđ«đ«đČ đ„đšđŻđ." đđ đ©đ«đđŹđŹđđ đĄđąđŹ đ„đąđ©đŹ đđ đđąđ§đŹđ đČđšđźđ« đđšđ«đđĄđđđ.
đđđđ đđŻđđ§đąđ§đ
"đđĄđđ đđĄđ đĄđđ„đ„ đąđŹ đđĄđđ đđ§đ đđ„?!" đđšđź đŹđȘđźđđđ€đđ đđŹ đđ§đ đđ„ đđđŠđ đđš đŹđđ đČđšđź đąđ§ đđĄđ đđđđ«đšđšđŠ đđđąđ§đ đđšđ«đđ.
"đ đđąđ„đđš đđźđĄ."
"đđĄđČ đđĄđ đĄđđ„đ„ đđ«đ đČđšđź đŹđĄđšđ°đąđ§đ đŠđ đđĄđąđŹ?"
"đđđđđźđŹđ đ đ€đ§đšđ° đđ„ đĄđđŹđ§'đ đđđđ§ đ đąđŻđąđ§đ đČđšđź đđĄđ đ đ„đđđđ„đČ đŹđš đ°đĄđČ đ§đšđ đ đđđ€đ đšđ§đ." đđ đ đ«đąđ§đ§đđ.
"đđđ«đČ đšđđŹđđ«đŻđđ§đ đ đŹđđ."
"đđđĄ đđđđ§ đȘđźđąđđ đ«đđđđ§đđ„đČ." đđ đŹđĄđ«đźđ đ đđ.
đđšđź đĄđđ„đ đđĄđ đ«đźđđđđ« đđšđČ đąđ§ đČđšđźđ« đĄđđ§đ đđŹ đąđ đđ„đšđ©đ©đđ.
"đđĄđđ? đđšđš đđąđ ?" đđ§đ đđ„ đ„đđźđ đĄđđ.
"đđš, đđšđš đŹđŠđđ„đ„."
đđĄđđ đŹđĄđźđ đđ§đ đđ„ đźđ©, đČđšđź đ°đđ«đ đđĄđ đšđ§đ đđš đđźđ«đŹđ đšđźđ đ„đđźđ đĄđąđ§đ đ đđđđąđ§đ đĄđąđŠ đđđđ€. "đđđČđđđđ€." đđšđź đ đąđ đ đ„đđ đđŹ đđ§đ đđ„ đđĄđźđđ€đ„đđ đđš đđĄđđ. "đđšđźđđĄđÌ"
"đđ©đđąđšđ§ đąđŹ đđĄđđ«đ." đđ đ°đąđ§đ€đđ đ„đđđŻđąđ§đ đČđšđź đđ„đšđ§đ đđš đąđ.
đđšđź đŹđđđ«đđ đđ đđĄđ đđšđČ đąđ§ đČđšđźđ« đĄđđ§đ đ„đđČđąđ§đ đąđ§ đđđ, đąđ đ°đđŹ đ„đđđ đđ đ§đąđ đĄđ, đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđđąđ„đ„ đĄđđŹđ§'đ đ«đđđźđ«đ§đđ đđ§đ đČđšđź đ°đđ«đ đŹđđąđ„đ„ đĄđšđ«đ§đČ đđ«đšđŠ đĄđąđŹ đđđđąđšđ§ đđđ«đ„đąđđ«.
đđźđŹđ đđŹ đČđšđź đ°đđ«đ đđđšđźđ đđš đđđđđđ đđđšđźđ đąđ, đđĄđ đđšđšđ« đšđ©đđ§đđ đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đČđšđź đŁđźđŠđ© đĄđąđđąđ§đ đđĄđ đđšđČ đźđ§đđđ« đđĄđ đđđđŹđĄđđđ.
"đđą đŹđ°đđđđĄđđđ«đ." đđšđź đ§đđ«đŻđšđźđŹđ„đČ đŹđŠđąđ„đđ.
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđąđđ„đđ đĄđąđŹ đĄđđđ đŹđ„đąđ đĄđđ„đČ đđ đČđšđźđ« đ§đđ«đŻđšđźđŹ đ«đđđđđąđšđ§.
"đđŻđđ«đČđđĄđąđ§đ đšđ€ đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ ?" đđ đđŹđ€đđ đȘđźđđŹđđąđšđ§đđđ„đČ.
"đđđđĄ... đ đ«đđđ... đ©đđđ."
"đđŠđŠ, đšđ€." đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđđąđ đ§đšđ đđđ„đąđđŻđąđ§đ đČđšđź đđźđ đ§đšđ đ©đźđŹđĄđąđ§đ đąđ.
đđšđź đ„đđČđđ đđĄđđ«đ đŹđđđ«đąđ§đ đđ đđĄđ đđđąđ„đąđ§đ đđ«đČđąđ§đ đđš đđąđ đźđ«đ đšđźđ đĄđšđ° đČđšđź'đ«đ đ đšđ§đ§đ đĄđąđđ đđĄđąđŹ đ°đĄđđ§ đĄđ đđšđŠđđŹ đąđ§đđš đđđ, đ„đšđŹđ đąđ§ đđĄđšđźđ đĄđ đČđšđź đđąđđ§'đ đ«đđđ„đąđŹđ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđšđšđ€ đĄđąđŹ đ©đ„đđđ đđđŹđąđđ đČđšđź.
"đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ ." đđšđź đĄđđđ«đ đĄđąđŠ đŹđźđđđđ§đ„đČ đŹđđČ đđŹ đČđšđź đ„đđ đšđźđ đ đŹđĄđšđđ€đđ đ đđŹđ©đđ. "đđšđŹđĄ" đđšđź đđ±đĄđđ„đđ đđđđđĄđąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đđ«đđđđĄ.
"đđšđź'đ«đ đŻđđ«đČ đŁđźđŠđ©đČ đđĄđąđŹ đđŻđđ§đąđ§đ , đąđŹ đđĄđđ«đ đŹđšđŠđđđĄđąđ§đ đČđšđź'đ«đ đĄđąđđąđ§đ ?" đđ đđŹđ€đđ đđźđ«đąđšđźđŹđ„đČ.
"đđĄđđ? đđš." đđšđź đ«đđŹđ©đšđ§đđđ đ«đđđĄđđ« đȘđźđąđđ€đ„đČ.
"(đ/đ)... "
"đđ„đđŹđđšđ«." đđšđź đŹđŠđąđ„đđ đąđ§đ§đšđđđ§đđ„đČ.
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ°đđŹ đšđđŹđđ«đŻđąđ§đ đČđšđź. đđ đ§đšđđąđđđ đČđšđźđ« đĄđđ§đ đ§đđ«đŻđšđźđŹđ„đČ đ©đ«đđŹđŹđąđ§đ đđšđ°đ§ đšđ§ đđĄđ đđ„đđ§đ€đđ, đ«đđđźđŹđąđ§đ đđš đđźđđ đ.
đđŹ đĄđ đŠđđ đČđšđźđ« đ đđłđ, đĄđ đ°đđ§đ đđš đŠđšđŻđ đđĄđ đđ„đđ§đ€đđ. "đđĄđđ đđ«đ đČđšđź đĄđąđđąđ§đ ?"
"đđšđđĄđąđ§đ ." đđšđź đŹđȘđźđđđ€đđ.
"(đ/đ)" đĄđąđŹ đđšđ§đ đđđđđŠđ đŠđšđ«đ đŹđđ«đąđšđźđŹ.
"đđšđ©đ."
đđ đ«đšđ„đ„đđ đĄđąđŹ đđČđđŹ đđ§đ đđđ đđ§ đđąđđ€đ„đąđ§đ đČđšđź. "đđ„đđŹđđšđ«!" đđšđź đ„đđźđ đĄđđ, đđ«đČđąđ§đ đđš đ°đąđ đ đ„đ đđ°đđČ, đ đąđŻđąđ§đ đĄđąđŠ đđĄđ đšđ©đ©đšđ«đđźđ§đąđđČ đđš đ đ«đđ đ°đĄđđ đČđšđź đ°đđ«đ đĄđąđđąđ§đ .
"đđĄđđ'đŹ đđĄđąđŹ?" đđ đđ«đšđ°đ§đđ đźđ§đđąđ„ đĄđ đđ„đšđđ€đđ đšđ§.
đđšđźđ« đđĄđđđ€đŹ đđ„đźđŹđĄđđ đ«đđ.
"đ đ đąđđ đđ«đšđŠ đđ§đ đđ„." đđšđź đ§đđ«đŻđšđźđŹđ„đČ đŹđđąđ.
"đđĄđČ đđąđ đĄđ đ đąđŻđ đČđšđź đđĄđąđŹ?" đđ đđŹđ€đđ đ°đąđđĄ đ đĄđąđ§đ đšđ đąđ«đ«đąđđđđąđšđ§.
"đđđđđźđŹđ đĄđ đŹđđąđ đ đŠđąđ đĄđ đ§đđđ đąđ đđšđ« đ§đšđ đ đđđđąđ§đ đđ§đČ 'đđđđąđšđ§,' đĄđ đŹđđąđ."
"đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ , đČđšđź đ€đ§đšđ° đ°đĄđČ đ°đ đđ«đ đđđ€đąđ§đ đ đđ«đđđ€ đđ«đšđŠ đšđźđ« đđđđąđŻđąđđČ. đđĄđąđŹ đ°đšđ§'đ đĄđđ„đ© đđąđđĄđđ«!" đđĄđ đ đ«đđđ§ đđ„đđŠđ đđđŠđąđđđąđ§đ đđ«đšđŠ đĄđąđŹ đĄđđ§đ đđŹ đĄđ đđźđ«đ§đ đąđ.
"đđš! đđĄđČ!!!" đđšđź đ°đĄđąđ§đđ.
"đđđđđźđŹđ đšđ§đ„đČ đ đđđ§ đŹđđđąđŹđđČ đČđšđź, đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ . đđšđ đŹđšđŠđ đđźđŠđ đŹđđ± đđšđČ. đđšđź... đđąđđ§'đ đźđŹđ đąđ, đ«đąđ đĄđ?" đđ đđĄđđ§ đȘđźđđŹđđąđšđ§đđ.
"đđđŹ đđđđđđąđ§đ đąđ." đđšđź đŠđźđŠđđ„đđ. "đđ„, đ'đŠ đĄđšđ«đ§đČ." đđšđź đ đ«đšđđ§đđ, ïżœïżœïżœïżœđ„đšđ©đ©đąđ§đ đđđđ€.
đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđšđšđ€ đČđšđź đđČ đŹđźđ«đ©đ«đąđŹđ đĄđšđŻđđ«đąđ§đ đšđŻđđ« đČđšđź. "đđšđŻđ, đ đĄđđŻđ đšđđĄđđ« đ°đđČđŹ đđš đ©đ„đđđŹđźđ«đ đČđšđź. đđ„đ„ đČđšđź đĄđđŻđ đđš đđš đąđŹ đđŹđ€." đđ đđĄđźđđ€đ„đđ.
"đđŠđŠ, đđźđ đ đ°đđ§đ đČđšđź đąđ§đŹđąđđ đŠđ." đđšđź đ©đšđźđđđ. đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ©đ„đđČđđźđ„đ„đČ đ«đšđ„đ„đđ đĄđąđŹ đđČđđŹ đđ đđĄđđ. "đđźđ« đ©đšđšđ« đđĄđąđ„đ đĄđđŹ đđđđ§ đŹđĄđđ€đđ§ đđ«đšđźđ§đ đđšđš đŠđźđđĄ đđŹ đąđ đąđŹ, đđ§đ đ đ§đđđ đđš đŠđđ€đ đŹđźđ«đ đČđšđźđ« đđšđđČ đąđŹ đ©đ«đđ©đđ«đđ đđšđ« đ°đĄđđ§ đČđšđź đ đš đąđ§đđš đ„đđđšđźđ«, đŠđČ đ„đšđŻđ."
"đđĄđđ'đŹ đ đŠđšđ§đđĄđŹ đđ°đđČ. đ°đ đĄđđŻđ đđąđŠđ." đđšđź đ đ«đšđđ§đđ. "đđšđ«đ«đČ đđđ«đ„đąđ§đ . đđ§đ đ§đš đđšđČđŹ đđąđđĄđđ«, đ'đ„đ„ đ đ„đđđ„đČ đ©đ„đđđŹđźđ«đ đČđšđź đđČ đšđ«đđ„, đđźđ đđĄđđ'đŹ đđŹ đđđ« đđŹ đ°đ'đ«đ đ đšđąđ§đ ." đđ đŹđđđđđ.
"đ đ đźđđŹđŹ đąđ'đŹ đđđđđđ« đđĄđđ§ đ§đšđđĄđąđ§đ ." đđšđź đŹđąđ đĄđđ.
đđŹ đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đ°đđ§đ đđš đđ„đąđŠđ đšđđ đČđšđź, đČđšđź đ đ«đđđđđ đĄđąđŠ đđČ đĄđąđŹ đŹđĄđąđ«đ, đŠđđ€đąđ§đ đĄđąđŠ đŹđđšđ©. "đđĄ, đČđšđź đ°đđ§đ đąđ đ§đšđ°?" đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đŹđŠđąđ«đ€đđ, đ«đđąđŹđąđ§đ đđ§ đđČđđđ«đšđ°.
"đđđŹ, đ'đŠ đđđ€đąđ§đ đČđšđźđ« đ°đšđ«đ đđšđ« đąđ." đđšđź đŹđđđđđ đŹđđ«đąđšđźđŹđ„đČ. đđ„đđŹđđšđ« đđĄđźđđ€đ„đđ đŹđšđđđ„đČ.
"đđđ«đČ đ°đđ„đ„, đŠđČ đ„đšđŻđ, đąđ đąđ đĄđđ„đ©đŹ đČđšđź đŹđ„đđđ©."
đđšđź đ đąđ đ đ„đđ đđ đđĄđđ đđŹ đĄđ đ„đšđ°đđ«đđ đĄđąđŠđŹđđ„đ đźđ§đđđ« đđĄđ đđđ đŹđĄđđđđŹ, đ«đđđđČ đđš đđźđ„đđąđ„ đČđšđźđ« đ©đ„đđđŹđźđ«đđđ„đ đ§đđđđŹ.
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⊠characters : Satoru Gojo , Suguru Geto , Higuruma Hiromi , Choso Kamo , Toji Fushiguro , Sukuna Ryomen , Ino Takuma {new character!} , Nanami Kento
⊠warnings : smut , typos {purpose} , fem!reader , fem!reader x character , pet names , cusses , mature content {18+} ~ I will not be blocking anymore, just donât blame me if you get in trouble !
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âuhm the ship is cannon đ€âïžâ
uhm actually, the only cannon ship is me x whatever character iâm into. stop being delusional.
#x reader#character x reader#fannon#cannon#fandom#fanfiction#jjba x reader#jjk x reader#bnha x reader#kny x reader#7ds x reader
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Heyyyyy!!!
If you are up for it, I'd love to see you write a Silco x Reader Storyđđ»
Reader was like an older Sibling to Powder, Vi, Mylo and Clagger, making sure the kids were always okay. So that day, when almost everyone died and Silco took in Powder/Jinx, Reader went with them to keep an eye on Jinx. They turn more into a Parental Figure over time for her. Reader and Silco hated each other at first but tried to remain civil for Jinx. Over time feelings developed and both are in denial. So basically Enemies to Lovers.
Also Reader takes care of like the Bar, since they have already worked there when Vander was still alive. [Either behind the counter as a Bartender or as like Security]
Idc if its Fluffy or Angsty or smutty or smth!
I just need more Silco x Readerđđ»đ
at home (silco x reader)
words: 1517
genre(s): fluff, angst (i think..)
warnings: none
n/a: im sooo happy!!! thank u so much for requesting me!! this is my first request and i'm kinda nervous about it! i hope you like it and enjoy it a little!! i did my best!! want to remember that english isn't my first language, so im sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes, but this also helps me to improve :]
You were twenty years old when it all happened. When Mylo and Claggor died and Vi ran away after all the tragedy trying to rescue Vander from Silco's hands. You were the oldest of the three sisters, always under your care, even though you allowed them some freedom for their âmissionsâ you always kept an eye on your sisters, in case it was necessary to get them out of some trouble.Â
That day, you went to help your brothers get Vander back, making Powder promise not to move from the basement. When the whole mess happened, you were barely aware of whatever was going on. One of your arms had been trapped under the rubble and you heard Powder's distant cries for Vi to come back for her. As best you could, you pulled yourself together, pushed away the debris over your arm and made your way to find the youngest of your sisters, the one that sounded closest. The crying seemed to be weaker, and when you looked up Silco had his arms around her as she hugged him, right next to Vander's lifeless body. You approached cautiously, brow furrowed at the whole unfamiliar situation.Â
âStay away from herâ you addressed Silco with a firm voice and furrowed brows. He did so without complaint, looking at you, keeping his composure and probably waiting for a move on your part that never came. Powder turned to look at you, her blue eyes brimming with tears. She hugged your legs, and before you knew it, you were both leaving with Silco and his people.Â
Seven years later you decided to take Vander's place in âThe Last Dropâ. Silco âsigned it overâ to you while he took one of the rooms to be his office. You were a little grateful that he would let you carry on the legacy of the one he once considered his brother.Â
You poured one last drink before Jinx sat down on one of the stools and rolled your eyes as you watched her turn in on herself. âGet your feet off the stool if you're going to be sitting hereâ you scolded her as you cleaned one of the glasses and poured her the juice she always asked for. âThank you~â she thanked taking a sip from the straw. âI've been working on one of those grenades I showed you, and even though it explodes poorly, it's getting more and more powerful!â she explained somewhat excitedly as she looked at you with a slight smile. During all these years your sister had grown more than you would have liked. Sometimes nostalgia hit you, and all you could think about was how much older she had gotten and how rebellious and uncontrollable she had become.
 Mylo and Claggor's death and Vi's abandonment left some aftereffects on your sister. Jinx was the name she had decided to adopt after Vi called her that name before abandoning her to her fate without even knowing if you were alive. Together with Silco you had raised her, and although you always tried to take her on a healthy and untroubled path, she ended up paying more attention to Silco than to you.Â
During all these years your vision of Silco was changing, and all the resentment and anger you had towards him, had been loosening when you saw the love and effort he put in wanting to take care of your sister. Your attitude towards him became more passive, and his attitude towards you became sweeter and more protective. You both had your sister, Jinx, as your priority.Â
âBe careful with those gadgets or someday your finger will explode.â you joked with your sister as you leaned your elbows on the bar to look at her. âI do know how to build inventions, sis, not like youâ she joked with you before getting a tap on her shoulder from you. You rolled your eyes letting out a light chuckle. âBy the way, Silco wants to see youâ he spoke as he rubbed his shoulder with a pout. You frowned and sighed. âYou take care of the drinks for a while thenâ you stepped out from behind the bar, you watched out of the corner of your eye as Jinx hopped over the bar to tend to the customers and scolded her for it before walking up to Silco's office.
You felt your heart beating stronger and stronger as you got closer to Silco's office. Since a few days ago your vision of the man who had given (somehow) shelter to you and your sister, apart from starting to respect him, perhaps your feelings towards him had taken a different direction, a more romantic one. Every night you told yourself that it was wrong, if you thought about it, it was against your morals and principles to like Silco, so you tried to hold back that feeling as much as you could.Â
You knocked on the door, and after hearing a low âCome inâ, you entered the room, allowing you to see Silco in his chair as usual and Sevika next to him. They both looked at you, and with a slight gesture, Silco had Sevika leave the room, closing the door behind her. You sat down in the chair in front of the table, sighing and making yourself comfortable as you noticed how her gaze was fixed on you.Â
âWhat is it this time, what has Jinx done to what-â you couldn't finish formulating the sentence Silco cut you off. âYour sister is out of jailâ your back and your whole body started to bristle. âWith the help of a Piltover enforcer.â You discovered that Vi had been arrested and sent to Stillwater. Seven years later she seemed to have gotten out. A confused feeling invaded your body. You were happy, your sister had been released. And at the same time you were filled with rage, she had abandoned you and your sister. Then came the feeling of guilt, you were the oldest, much older than them, and you had let your sister be arrested, you had not fought for her. You swallowed and immediately got up from the couch. âDon't let Jinx know. Not yet, at least.â you left the room without even looking or listening to what Silco would have to tell you.
. . . . . .Â
Later that night, having just closed the bar and with only the music to keep you company, you finished putting the last chairs back on the tables and mopping the floor. Before you even went to sleep you decided to pour yourself a shot of whiskey. You sat on the freshly cleaned bar and, with your mother's favorite song playing in the background, you thought about everything. Your parents, your sisters, brothers, Vander, Silco, everything. The alcohol scratched your throat as you thought about how you were going to confront Vi at some point, what you would say to her, how she would be, how she would react to seeing who you were with. Maybe she would understand you if she realized you were doing it all for Jinx. Maybe she would martyr you if she knew about your feelings for Silco.Â
âMay I have some?â a voice from behind you shuddered. Turning slightly to grab a glass, you saw Silco planted behind you. You nodded wordlessly, pouring for him as well and watching as he took a long sip. He looked back at you. âWhy the long face?â he asked. You laughed wryly. âAs if you didn't knowâ you replied clicking your tongue. You didn't want to talk down to him, but your feelings at that moment were what they were. He seemed to understand, he didn't add a word.
 He set the glass down on the bar and one of your hands rested on your shoulder, lightly trailing down your arm. âShe's going to understand.â he simply said. You shook your head, also dropping the glass and looking sideways at him. âShe's not going to understand. She can't. I don't blame her. I'm a horrible sister.â you sighed. You felt like your eyes were going to release tears at any moment. You noticed Silco's rough hand touch yours, embrace yours with his fingers and with his thumb caress the back of your hand. You let yourself be touched. âWe should have left, Silco. We don't belong here. It's not our place. I should have taken Pow-â you couldn't finish your sentence Silco had crashed his lips to yours. You couldn't even react when he broke away. You looked at him still dumbfounded.Â
âIf she doesn't understand, we're going to make her understand. But don't you ever, ever, ever say again that you don't belong here. You do. You belong by my side,â and when he finished speaking you couldn't help but kiss his lips back. Your heart had just exploded like a bomb, and Silco had detonated it. There were probably going to be repercussions, surely none of this was going to go well, but for the first time, when you were dancing in his arms, you felt at home again.
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