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more Silver Diamond art because holy shit I can't get over the manga at all
#my art#Silver Diamond#S◇#Sawa Rakan#rakan sawa#senroh chigusa#chigusa senroh#Narushige Shigeka#sanome#pikmin bloom#I've been playing Pikmin Bloom as I read the manga and the connection CLICKED SO FAST#ESPECIALLY SINCE THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENS IN THE MANGA IT'S SO CUTE#also second pic i really wanted to include Rakan's bird Aoi/Ao so because he's adorable#Chigusa being a simp out loud is canon btw#also also don't be alarmed by his uniform - the guy wears it in the other world in order to remind himself who he is#it's a spoiler but basically it's a connection/reminder of himself in the world he came from so he wears it!#alright enough rambling#POINTS AT THE SILVA DIA FAN WHO RB'D EARLIER. YOU ARE THE BEST.
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#silver diamond manga#silver diamond#rakan sawa#sawa rakan#senroh chigusa#chigusa senroh#sugiura shiho#shiho sugiura#manga#manga cap#manga caps#mangacaps#mangacap#my posts#bl manga#shounen ai#this a bit old sorry
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i got something on my mind (x)
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i love those diamond boys
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i needed more of these brothers getting along
#Silver Diamond#Sawa Rakan#Ayame Prince#it's a shame that the ayame prince doesn't have a name i wanted kingen to provide a name for the prince so i could refer to him with a name#but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Pinjaman
Kehidupan di Kuala Pilah bukanlah indah. Tetapi tidaklah hina. Aku sentiasa bahagia apabila dikelilingi pokok dan hidupan hijau yang tumbuh di sini. Namun malam hari, aku dilanda ketakutan dengan kesunyian pekan ini. Desa yang begitu permai ini bukanlah tempat lahirku. Aku merupakan pelajar ijazah sarjana muda. Pada mula pengajian, aku perlu berurusan dengan ramai kakitangan universiti. Pensyarah, kerani, pentadbir, pengarah asrama dan sebagainya. Sebagai seorang yang pemalu, sangatlah membebankan diriku untuk bercakap dengan orang asing.
Pinjaman pelajaranku susah untuk diluluskan gara gara gaji kedua ibu bapaku yang dikatakan begitu tinggi. Sebagai seorang anak yang membesar bersama mereka, aku tidak pernah merasa kehidupan kami senang, dan sentiasa hairan dengan setiap pinjaman dan bantuan yang terpaksa dinafikan kerana itu. Namun, tidak juga aku hidup susah. Maka, aku hanya berdiam diri. Tiada siapa yang akan faham dilema aku. Hanya orang yang akan menghina sahaja.
Aku terpaksa berurusan dengan seorang kerani di kaunter Hal Ehwal Pelajar (HEP). Rakanku turut sama menghadapi masalah seperti ku. Kerani itu memakai tudung coklat dan baju kurung berupa tona warna yang serupa dengan hijabnya. Dia memandang jam, memeriksa sekiranya waktu sudah pukul 2 petang, tamat rehat pekerja.
"Ya dik, boleh akak bantu," dia menyapa kami. Kulit kusam sawa matangnya tidak dihiasi bedak mahupun senyuman. Namun wajahnya tidak masam.
"Kitorang ada masalah dengan pinjaman pelajaran kami. Tak lulus, macam mana ni?"soalku.
Staf tersebut menarik muka sedikit. "Ni kena sahkan dengan pegawai yang betul."
"Saya dah minda tanda tangan dah," jawab ku.
"Kena gred gaji yang betul dik, kalau tak tak boleh."
Dia membelek dokumen pinjaman kami sambil mulut mengomel.
'Nak minta tolong orang, tapi datang time tengah hari. Cakap kasar kasar pulak.'
Aku memandang rakanku. Kami saling berpandangan.
"Adik minta pensyarah adik sign. Lagi mudah."
"OK terima kasih."
Kami beredar dari situ.
Peristiwa itu tetap kekal dalam ingatanku sehingga hari ini. Aku masih terasa sebal mengenangkan mulutnya yang herot berot mengomel. Sebagai seorang kerani HEP, bukankah tugasnya berhadapan dengan setiap pelajar? Apatah lagi, tanpa pelajar, tidak terdirilah universiti, begitu juga dengan peluang pekerjaannya. Tidak pernah aku memahami pekerja sektor awam. Mereka tidak boleh diherdik. Mahu saja kecik hati. Tapi dengan mudah mereka melayan orang lain sewenang-wenangnya. Tidak dapat ku fahami mentaliti sebegini yang sentiasa merasakan orang lain terhutang budi kepada jasa mereka, sedangkan tidak terkira orang yang sepatutnya mereka berterima kasih.
Hatiku tidak begitu sedap. Wajah staf tersebut masih bermain di minda ku. Aku keluar dari bilik ku, rakanku berdua sedang bergosip di dalam bilik. Aku menghidupkan enjin kereta dan keluar rumah. Tidak tahu entah ke mana aku mahu pergi. Jam sudah menunjukkan pukul 6.30 petang. Aku berpusing di sekitar kampung untuk menenangkan diri. Sengaja ku biar tingkap terbuka. Memberi ruang angin desa menerpa wajahku.
Jam sudah pukul 7. Langit sudah mula memerah dan pekat. Aku mula berjalan pulang. Seekor kucing melintas di hadapan ku. Aku segera memberhentikan keretaku. Kucing tersebut berada di sisi jalan. Dia menikus melihat ku mendekatinya. Aku mengusap kepalanya. Kucing tersebut mula senyap. Aku menggendongnya masuk ke dalam kereta. Kucing putih bertompok hitam itu kelihatan seperti batman. Di mana agaknya Robinnya.
Aku memandu kereta pulang ke rumah. Keesokan harinya, aku ke kelas seperti biasa. Kucing tersebut sangat baik akhlaknya. Seperti dia tahu rumah kami dan sentiasa pulang kembali walaupun aku lepaskan keluar untuk si kucing melakukan aktivitinya.
Aku kembali ke HEP untuk menyerahkan borang yang sudah siap ditanda tangan. Staf tempoh hari kembali melayan kami dan dia seperti lebih baik mood daripada sebelum ini. Namun aku masih terbayang di kala dulu. Betapa jengkelnya herot berot mulutnya.
Malam itu, aku terus terbayang staf tersebut. Herot berot. Tudung coklat. Wajah kusam. Bibir coklat kehitaman. Aduh, sakit hatiku.
Batman naik ke atas katil dan seolah olah memelukku. Kami terlelap bersama sehingga pagi. Aku membawa Batman ke kelas kerana kami ada kelas rekreasi dan pengajar kami lebih selamba daripada pensyarah lain. Batman pasti boleh menghiburkan kami sekelas.
Kami berkumpul di dataran berhampiran klinik kesihatan. Kawasan tersebut redup pada waktu tiga dan ke bawah walaupun tidak berbumbung kerana ditembok oleh bukit dan cahaya matahari tidak mengena dengan tepat apabila bersinar dari belah barat yang merupakan bangunan blok C. Terdapat juga pokok untuk kami berteduh dan beberapa gazebo yang selesa. Kami walaupun begitu duduk di atas tar jalan. Pengajar kami mengarahkan beberapa orang melakukan demonstrasi ikatan tali. Aku menoleh ke kiri ke kanan, bosan dengan demonstrasi tersebut. Batman di pangkuan ku.
Aku terlihat staf tempoh hari. Dia berjalan dari blok pentadbiran menuju ke blok C di mana HEP berada. Hatiku terasa panas melihat dirinya.
Kelas berakhir dengan penuh kesyukuran dari pihakku. Namun kami tidak terus pulang ke rumah. Kami membeli makan di kafe berdekatan dan menjamu selera di situ. Ku lihat Batman sudah tidak kelihatan. Jam sudah melepasi pukul 5, staf mula beredar pulang. Semakin ramai pelajar singgah di kafe kecil itu untuk makan. Kami sudah habis makan dan mahu pulang. Namun Batman tiada di sekitar.
Kami mula mencari Batman. Aku berjalan dari dataran tar tempat kami berkumpul menyusur di sepanjang blok. Dalam longkang, tiada. Di bawah pokok, tiada. Terdapat beberapa kereta memarkir berdekatan blok. Tiada juga Batman di bawah kereta. Aku terus berjalan menyusur pula di lereng bukit. Terdapat juga kereta di situ. Aku terus memanggil Batman sehingga aku terdengar suaranya mengiau perlahan.
Aku berlari berdekatan sebuah kereta wira. Ku lihat Batman sedang mendengus. Mulutnya berlumuran darah, begitu juga dada dan perutnya. Aku cuba menyentuhnya namun dia mendengus keras kepadaku juga. Aku memanggil rakan rakanku.
Mereka bergegas ke arah ku. Melihatnya Batman mereka menjerit kecil. Batman semakin ganas mendengus. Mereka berlari cuba mendapatkan bantuan. Aku menjarakkan diri dari Batman dan memeriksa sekitar sekiranya terdapat kucing yang mengancam Batman.
Aku berjalan mengelilingi kereta dan tergamam melihatkan sekujur tubuh terbaring berhampiran pintu pemandu.
Herot berot.
Kulit kusam itu telah bertukar pucat. Bibirnya semakin hitam dengan mulut terbuka luas seperti menjerit. Matanya terbeliak menahan sakit. Pakaian dipakainya tercarik carik. Buah dadanya tertonjol keluar dengan sebelah kiri terbelah dari kulit badan dan terkulai menampakkan daging. Perut terburai menampakkan usus. Beberapa orang sampai ke arah kereta. Batman semakin kuat mendengus. Aku tidak mampu berkata. Rakan rakanku menghampiri ku, mereka turut terpempan dengan pandangan di hadapan mereka.
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Man, I’m usually wayy too shy to do these, but the lovely @xsilvermuse tagged me so why the hell not? 😂
Name: Luisa
Nickname: I’m called ‘Berry’ by a select few that implemented the name Blueberry when I first dyed my hair, but since the colour started changing every few weeks it was just shortened to this 😅
Zodiac: I’m a cancer! ♋
Height: 5'6
Orientation: I’m a demi lesbian but that’s still up for debate.
Ethnicity: German
Favourite fruit: apricots and peaches (it’s hard to decide bc I love almost all fruits)
Favorite season: late spring or early autumn
Favorite book series: uuh, imma go with what I’ve read through the most lately and that’s Captive Prince ^^“ the other would be the Fairyland series
Favorite flower(s): Hydrangeas, violets and Poppies
Favorite colour(s): pastel purple, pink and blue, light green and really strong red
Coffee, tea or cocoa: I’m generally quite fond of hot beverages, but I definitely drink a l o t of tea
Average hours of sleep: 6-8 but only bc I’m on vacation right now
Cats or dogs: Cats. They’re assholes so we get along fine
Favorite fictional characters: Yuri Plisetsky, Sesshomaru, Pidge Holt, Toph Beifong, September, Count D, Ciel Phantomhive, Mae Borowski, Ginko, Mihael Keel, Armin Arlert, Twig, Rakan Sawa, Greg House, Rick Sanchez and the list is endless
Number of blankets: a max of 2 and I always kick them off
Dream trip: I always wanted to go to Greece, but I’m also in love with these small German islands in the north. Cornwall has really nice gardens..
Blog created: Like, in 2015 I think? Just did it to post my art and keep track of all the memes
Followers: 832
I'm tagging all my mutuals to do this if ya feel like sharing useless info XD
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100 words of counterfeiting - Silver Diamond
When Chigusa opened his eyes, he didn't see the strange clothing, or the slightly different hair color, or even the befuddled expression. All he saw was that face, and it was the face of his enemy.
The Prince?!
Faster than thought, Chigusa moved. He leapt up from his bed of grass and ivy, his gun in hand, and he grabbed the Prince by the shoulder and shoved him down. The Prince let out a shout--The Prince can speak, has anyone ever heard him speak? some part of his mind wondered, but no time, no space for thought, the Prince was here and today, at last, Chigusa would end him.
Chigusa shoved the barrel of his gun right in the Prince's face, so close that not even a Child of God or an Ayame Prince could possibly survive, and then he pulled the trigger.
Click.
"What?" the Prince yelped, his eyes wide and his face pale. "What is that? What are you--what?!" This was the voice of the Ayame Prince? This frantic tumble of confusion and fear and anger?
No time. No space to think. The bullets, Chigusa realized dimly. I'm out of bullets, my gun is withering--
He'd just have to kill the Ayame Prince with his bare hands.
But before Chigusa could strangle him, the Prince moved. He reached up one hand, but not to attack Chigusa, not to seize the gun and wither it to dust. Instead the Prince pushed the barrel of the gun away, just a gentle nudge with the back of his hand--
And the wood let out a gentle pop and started growing.
One leaf, two. Twigs. Branches. Growing, sprouting, alive. Scrambling, Chigusa thrust the barrel straight into the soil, and the gun took root and exploded upwards, bark crackling, leaves rustling, limbs reaching out and out and out--
It grew.
Chigusa stared, slack-jawed with shock. He was empty-handed. His gun was supposed to die, and instead it had become a tree. A vibrant, beautifully green tree, full of life and vigor. The stuff of dreams and fairy tales.
Chigusa had never seen anything so incredible.
It grew, he thought again, scarcely able to believe his own eyes. His entire mind felt numb. It grew when he touched it.
And then he looked at the Prince, who looked as confused as Chigusa felt, and then started babbling in that voice that couldn't be the Prince's--
Sanome.
This boy wasn't the Prince. He looked the same, he looked almost exactly the same, but Chigusa could see the differences now that he looked--the hair color, those strange clothes, and those facial expressions, so mobile, so varied, so human, so genuine. The Ayame Prince, with all his cool superiority and his cloak of lies and deception and his soft smile that hid a black soul of monstrosity and destruction, was nothing but a washed-out mimicry in comparison. This boy was no Ayame Prince; he was a sanome, something different, something else, something real--
You, Chigusa thought, you are what I have been looking for all this time.
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A yo the kidd!
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Oh hatt ja piche!
Oh gaddiyan ne bhave 40 Dil nu laggi jeep original Messi te tape manak di Rakhe aa shaunk traditional Khare aale brar kude Manda har ek di na
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Jattan di kaum rakane Botal naal litdi na Weekend da gap ni paunde Habit par nitt di na Jattan di oye jattan di Jattan di kaum rakane.
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I finished reading a manga I haven't read in 13 years called Silver Diamond ... honestly it was fantastic read for a 2003 manga..
have my mans Senroh Chigusa 💕
#my art#Silver Diamond#SILVER DIAMOND#S◇#senroh chigusa#chigusa senroh#sawa rakan#rakan sawa#I picked up the manga (volume 1 only) at my now destroyed public library back in middle school around 2010-2011#I was a lil teen who picked up anything that had hot guys with them (senroh did this to me)#I often thought about the series every once in a while with the random ass manga I'd also read that wasn't mainstream#I only started reading it a few days ago because discord mudae bot showed off Touji from Silver Diamond#I did and lemme tell y'all it's a hidden gem (haha) of a damn supernatural/adventure manga mixed in with some BL#The BL isn't even that prominent but it builds a foundation for Rakan (protag) and Chigusa that pays off so well.#I'm rambling but this manga is so good even the story was consistent and connected everything so smoothly i was genuinely impressed#besides even 13 years later.. even at the age of 13 (then) and 26 (now) Chigusa is still my hottie husband (cringe) 💔#ENOUGH RAMBLING SHIA KAZING *CLAPS MY HANDS AND I FUCKING EXPLODE* 💥
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‘Anakonda’ Sarawak dibunuh
‘Anakonda’ Sarawak dibunuh
SEEKOR ular sawa seberat kira-kira 200 kilogram dan panjang sehingga 7.16 meter dilaporkan ditemui dan dibunuh penduduk kampung dekat rumah panjang Amin, Kelawit di Tatau, Sarawak, semalam.
Ular itu ditemui seorang pemburu kira-kira jam 4.45 petang sebelum mendapatkan bantuan rakan-rakannya untuk menangkap ‘anakonda’ itu.
Ular yang dipercayai terbesar pernah ditangkap di Malaysia setakat ini, dibawa keluar dari hutan dengan sebuah kenderaan pacuan empat roda untuk dipamerkan kepada penduduk, yang rata-rata terkejut melihat ular berkenaan.
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Tagged by: @heart-made-of-steel
Rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.
Name: Clara Michaelis
Nickname(s): Clarita, Claris, Princesa (Princess), Conejita (Little bunny) and “Güera” (means: “with white skin and blonde hair”... don’t ask me why X’D)
Zodiac sign: Virgo
Height: 5′38′’
Orientation: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Ethnicity: Latina
Favourite fruit: Strawberries
Favourite season: Winter
Favourite book series: Umh... book series? Maybe “The lord of the rings” or Sherlock Holmes short stories and novels.
Favourite flower: Poppy
Favourite scent: I LOVE sweet scent: perfumes, candles, flowers, fruits, bakery, etc.
Favourite color: Red
Favourite animals: DOGS!!!!!, bunnies, guinea pigs, goats, cows, pigs, all animals.
Coffee/tea/cocoa: Tea
Average sleep hours: 7-10 hours X’DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Cat or dog person: Dog person here!!!!
Favourite fictional characters: -unintelligible speech- Natsume Takashi, Sebastian Michaelis, Makoto Tachibana, Misaki Shouta, Arikawa Youichi, Kuriyama Mirai, Kanbara Akihito, Eto Kai, Kamui Shirou, Miketsukami Soushi, Yoshida Haru, Ichinose Tokiya, Masato Hijirikawa,Tamaki Souh, Gilbert Nightray, Noé Archiviste, Totsuka Tatara, Nice, Art, Mikleo, Sorey, Zen Wistalia, Shirayuki, Nagisa Shiota, Akabane Karma, Katsuhira Agata, Sonozaki Noriko, Angelo Lagusa, Dazai Osamu, Atsushi Nakajima, Kyouka Izumi, Hak, Yona, Meliodas, Elizabeth Liones, Yato, Hiyori Ikki, Kazuma, Bishamon, Inuzuka Shino, Inukawa Sousuke, Kuroko Tetsuya, Ijuuin Kyou, Takano Masamune, Johnny Rayflo, Charles J. Chrishunds, Noriko Tachiki, Izark Kai Tarj, Hatanaka Seri, Furumidou Yuzuki, Sawa Rakan, Chigusa Senroh, Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, Kobato Hanato, Sakura Kinomoto, Li Syaoran, Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto and others.
Number of blankets: 3 or 4 X’DDD
Dream trip: I don’t like travel :’v
I’m a stay-at-home person.
Blog created: June 23 2011 HELP. ME. :v
Number of followers: 1449
I tag: ..... Idk I’m shy -climbs out of the window-
#Thank you so much!!#You can ignore this~#Delirios de Clarita#Is a huge list of characters forgive me please X'DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
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'Nenek tua itu bawa saya ke pondoknya' - Lelaki sesat 10 jam di hutan
DUNGUN, TERENGGANU - Seorang lelaki yang sesat hampir 10 jam, ketika menahan ikan di kawasan tasik di hutan Kampung Serdang, kelmarin, berjaya ditemui jam 7 pagi semalam, lapor Harian Metro.
Mangsa, Zulfakar Hussin, 30, ditemui selamat selepas sesat berjaya keluar dari hutan itu dan mencerita ada beberapa perkara pelik yang berlaku ketika tempoh kehilangannya itu.
Menurut Zulfakar, kejadian pelik itu mula berlaku selepas dia terpijak seekor ular sawa ketika mengangkat taut sebelum kaki kanannya tiba-tiba terasa sakit akibat terpijak sengat ikan.
"Selepas itu saya ternampak seorang nenek sebelum dia meminta untuk menghisap kaki saya yang terkena sengat.
"Saya dibawa nenek itu ke pondoknya dan hanya tersedar selepas terdengar azan Subuh dari sebuah masjid.
"Saya cuba mencari jalan keluar sebelum menemui jalan besar dan melihat orang ramai termasuk anggota polis dan bomba berada di sekitar kawasan itu," katanya.
Ketua Balai Bomba dan Penyelamat Dungun, Amri Mohamad berkata, sebelum kejadian itu, mangsa bersama dua orang rakannya masuk ke dalam hutan berkenaan lebih kurang jam 8 malam Khamis.
"Difahamkan ketika mengutip ikan pada taut dipasang, mangsa dikatakan terpijak sengat ikan sebelum berkelakuan pelik dan melarikan diri dari kawasan itu.
"Pada masa yang sama, rakan mangsa yang pelik dengan tindakan mangsa, cuba mengejar mangsa. Namun gagal sebelum mereka membuat laporan untuk tindakan lanjut," katanya.
Sepasukan anggota bomba bersama polis dan penduduk kampung kemudian melancarkan gerakan mencari dan menyelamat mangsa di kawasan hutan tersebut.
Mangsa bagaimanapun ditemui selamat apabila berjaya keluar dari hutan itu dan dibawa ke Hospital Dungun untuk rawatan lanjut.
Sementara itu di media sosial, netizen menasihatkan agar berhati-hati apabila masuk ke hutan lebih-lebih lagi bila di waktu malam.
"Tidak ada yang mustahilnya dengan izin Allah. Sedangkan jin, syaitan dan iblis pun sebelum melakukan apa-apa kepada kita, mereka memohon izin dari Allah swt terlebih dahulu. Bila Allah izinkan, maka terjadilah ia. Kerana tujuannya satu iaitu agar kita tahu hanya Dia yang mampu membantu kita. Tiada yang lebih berkuasa melainkan Dia," kata Alif Amran Aminuddin.
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It's Rakan's birthday today (March 22)! How about giving the #silver diamond tag some love? ヽ(^o^)丿
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100 words of flowers - Silver Diamond
Rakan never gets sick of his garden. He never gets sick of spraying water over bushes, of digging his hands into soil, of watching flowers grow for him. He doesn't get sick of handing over flowers to other people, either, of watching their eyes light up as they gently stroke the leaves or bury their noses in the petals. Admittedly, he does sometimes get a bit sick of people joking about him being the flower boy, but he accepts the ribbing good-naturedly, or at least he tries, and it's a small price to pay for the glorious riot of color that fills his backyard.
He's always had a green thumb. Sometimes he wonders if it has something to do with the way he came tumbling into this garden as a baby; perhaps only the blossoms here respond to his touch, and flowers in any other garden or greenhouse would refuse to bloom for him. But even if that's the case, he's grateful for what he has. He's happy here, living in the house he's grown up in. He's happy attending a normal school, buying food from normal shops, hanging out with normal friends, planning for a normal future. If the flowers in this garden grow a bit more beautifully than anywhere else, well, that's just the right amount of unusual for his taste.
So when Rakan snips some irises or lilies and wraps them up in a bouquet, he only concerns himself with the flowers--how well they've grown, how deep their color, how long they'll last before they begin to wither. He doesn't ponder too deeply about why he has such a fine touch for plants or why there is no flower that will not grow for him. He doesn't wonder if there's something particularly strange about his affinity for all that is green, and he doesn't yearn for anything other than the normal life he has.
(There's got to be something more than this, some insidious, traitorous part of him whispers, deceptively quiet for the way it burns like a wildfire within him. He quashes it down, because his flowers are beautiful and he doesn’t need anything else, but it burns there within him, sullenly refusing to flicker out, and it isn't until a strange man comes tumbling into his garden that he realizes that maybe, that little voice was right.)
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