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etlunainmorte · 5 years ago
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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤
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At last, you were holding onto the discarded mask of a Death Scissor that you’ve slain as proof that you’re worthy to work as Dante’s partner. The man just could not be convinced, saying that he worked alone and that he had no plans of hiring an assistant.
But, here you were, determined to the bone to get hired. You really needed Dante. You knew it was very selfish on your part to actually admit it but, you had no other choice.
And so, with a deep breath, you opened the door and,…
… immediately closed it, unable to process what you just saw inside.
You deeply sighed, feeling your confidence leave your body.
Yes, you were very proud of your achievement, and you just couldn’t wait to show it to Dante.
But, it seemed that he had different things in mind.
You were about to walk away from the building, not once looking back, when the door suddenly burst open. Out came Dante, who clearly looked both embarrassed and annoyed at the same time. He grabbed your right arm and made you look at him.
“Didn’t your mother teach you how to knock?!” he yelled at you, gaining the attention of the people nearby.
You drew back, one eyebrow raised. “Sorry.” you sarcastically blurted out. “The sign says you’re open for business!” you took your arm off his grasp and rubbed it. “Didn’t have the slightest idea that you’re open for something else!”
“You - ”
“Dante, where are you?! We’re not done yet!” came the voice of the woman from within the building, making you cringe.
“I’m sorry for barging in, sir.” you went on with your sarcasm, still not able to rinse your eyes off the sight that you witnessed earlier. “I’ll just tell Morrison that you were busy and that I covered for you.”
“Don’t you dare!” warned Dante in a low voice, trying to avoid the prying eyes of his annoying neighbors.
You gave him an evil smirk. An idea just sparked inside your head.
“No, really. It’s okay.” you pressed on with your act. “I’m sure  Morrison  would understand.”
“Dante!” the woman inside the building playfully whined. The man began sweating nervously.
While it was true that Dante was supposed to be the one who must take on the small Demon - slaying job, it was also true that he declined it, saying that he had better things to do than perform small time requests.
And while it was also true that you volunteered to cover up for him in exchange for your coveted job, it was definitely a lie that Morrison knew anything about your proposition. You just couldn’t help but tease the man as revenge for unintentionally stealing what’s left of your innocence.
“I must go now.” you said to Dante, who couldn’t say anything. “I have to talk with Morrison and - ”
“Okay, you’re hired.” Dante announced in a heartbeat, making your eyes widen in surprise.
“Really?” you asked.
“Yes! Yes! You win!” Dante finally surrendered. “You’ll be my assistant from now on. On one condition.”
“And that is?” you asked him, crossing your arms and fearlessly looking up at him.
“Our relationship would purely be professional. No one would ever belong to anyone. Got it?”
You chuckled at his proposal. “That’s it?”
“And you’ll wash the dishes, clean the building, answer the phone, pay the - ”
“I’m your assistant. Naturally, I’ll do those things for you.” you cut him off. “Except pay for the bills. You’re the boss here, Dante. Not me. And you have the money.”
“Yes, yes. Of course.” The man nodded in defeat. You smiled and gave him the mask you obtained on your small job.
“Are we good?” Dante asked, still worried about what you might do or say to the Broker.
You winked at him and walked away. “Sure.”
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“My love must be some kind of blind love.
I can’t see anyone but you.”
You were staring at the Death Scissor mask - like thing that V placed on top of the table for who knows how long, until someone tapped you on the shoulder.
“Hon, we’re leaving now.” Nico told you, her face looking strangely and uncharacteristically serious.
“Huh?” You mumbled, your head still in the clouds.
“Are the stars out tonight?
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright.
I only have eyes for you, dear.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll be back in a heartbeat.” She said as she handed Nero his new breaker. She turned to V, who was sitting on the sofa across you. “We leave her to you, man.”
The mysterious one, who changed back to his old clothes of black, leather vest and equally dark pair of cargo pants, nodded, the look on his eyes as serious as ever. “I’ll guard her with my life.”
Nico nodded, fully trusting V to protect you once more. She turned to Nero and gave him the go signal.
And, with that, they’re gone, leaving you alone with V once more.
“The moon may be high,
But I can’t see a thing in the sky.
I only have eyes for you.
I don’t know if we’re in a garden,
Or on a crowded avenue.
You’re here and so am I.
Maybe millions of people go by.
And they all disappear from view.
And I only have eyes for you.”
The place was really quiet, save for the sound of the radio, which either played an old song from the seventies, or someone else’s cheesy request. But, most of the time, some announcer with a sleep - inducing voice would announce the current situation regarding the Demonic infestation, the nationwide evacuation, and, of course, the Dreadnought.
You looked to your right as V went closer towards the passenger’s seat to turn up the volume of the radio in curiosity.
“The nationwide evacuation ensues, this time, with the help of the Devil Hunters commissioned by the head of the Fleminger House of Red Grave.” The male announcer droned on like an old professor reading an age - old historical text in front of an empty classroom. “With the combined forces of Fleminger’s finest warriors and the nation’s Military, the Demons, which,…”
V’s eyes widened a bit as he heard a soft thud behind him. He turned around and saw you collapsed on the sofa, asleep. He sighed, turned the volume of the radio to the minimum, and went towards you, utterly careful in his steps so as not to wake you up.
All of a sudden, some of the dark markings on his skin vanished as Shadow materialized. She trotted towards you, her lithe body making little to no noise, and sniffed you, seemingly trying to check if you’re alright. V noticed this very unprecedented action of his familiar, and was actually not surprised that she approved of you with a curt nod towards him and a subtle squint of her eyes.
“Good girl.” V whispered, his voice so low and hoarse that it almost sounded foreign to him.
After much deliberation with his own conflicting thoughts, he took the liberty of taking a seat at the edge of the sofa where you slept and decided to watch you as you dreamed.
In a space of a few moments, he saw you turn, curl your lip, and furrow your eyebrows, which he found really amusing, interesting, and oddly satisfying all at the same time. Your erratic sleeping movements told him that you were, indeed, dreaming, and that your soft voice -
“D - ” V heard you mutter. He leaned in closer towards you to hear what you were saying. “D - d - ”
D? V thought. Was she dreaming of Dante?
“D - don’t,… leave,…” He leaned in a bit closer, if that was even possible, that he was already feeling your warm breath against his face. “S - stay, please. Stay w - with me,…
… V.”
His eyes widened, his jaw dropped. V could not quite believe that you just uttered his name! And, what’s even more alarming was the fact that his chest almost brushed against yours. His hands were on either side of your head, and your intoxicating scent sent signals down to his very core.
Signals,…
… that were very hard to ignore.
He looked down at your form, which was only covered by the mere coat that he draped over you to protect your modesty, and felt something stir within his heart.
He knew it was very wrong of him to take advantage of you this way. After all, Nico trusted him to take care of you while she and Nero were away on a little scouting mission outside the mansion.
But, you two were alone. Plus, Griffon was not coming out to make a scene. If he could -
Before his thoughts could further take over his senses to make him totally lose his sanity over you, V pulled away immediately, standing as far away from the sofa, and you, as possible. You deserved his protection, not his lust. How could he call himself a gentleman if he goes like this every time he sets his eyes on you? Or, let alone, inhale your strange, addictive scent?
With a deep, disappointed sigh, he walked away, opening the door of the van and going out to catch some fresh air and calm his senses, leaving Shadow alone with you.
He was about to sit on an abandoned chair near the van to read his book when he felt a pair of sharp eyes directed towards him. He looked up, and there, right outside the smashed window, was the Master of the house, himself. His lips twisted into a strange looking smile as he beckoned for V to come closer.
He turned towards the vehicle. He knew Shadow would protect you should something go wrong once more, and if the situation called for it, he would have no qualms, whatsoever, to summon the golem again.
He looked back towards the vicinity of the smashed window and proceeded there with caution. And when he was finally outside, he found the Master waiting for him at the balcony where he had his very first waltz with you.
“There’s no need for caution.” The Master began. “The Demons would only come out at night. It’s almost dawn.”
“And why should I believe you?” V questioned the man.
The Master gave him that strange, twisted smile once more. “Well, let’s just say that I know things that most of you don’t.”
V forcefully tapped his cane against the ground, fighting the urge to summon Griffon, and tipped his head to the side, having no intention to show any sign of fear or weakness.
“You knew for a fact that the Demon originated from the North.” V spoke, carefully choosing his words in the face of this very untrustworthy man. “It seems that,… you knew too much,… for your own good.”
“Most of the time, I just pray to the gods to bring back the time when I was still a foolish and naïve boy.”
V watched with wary eyes how the Master of the house situated himself near the railing, leaning on it and crossing his arms. Despite his bulky figure, the man sure moved with flair.
The Master turned his gaze towards the interior of the wrecked ballroom, directing V’s sight.
“Curious thing, this Dreadnought is.” The Master quietly said, his words easily hard to miss should one fail to listen carefully. “Rising from the depths of the Underworld, itself, laying waste to everything it laid its eyes upon, then going back to hibernation for a hundred years. Only to wake up once more to wreak havoc in the present.”
“What is this Demon?” V questioned, walking closer towards the man and blocking his sight from the vicinity of the van at the same time. “And how do we destroy it?”
“My Lord, are you aware of the tragedy of Fortuna?” Getting no response from V, who only looked at him in suspicion, the Master went on. “A Demon laid waste on a house full of orphans, mutilating them, and sparing no one. Now, despite the assumption that nobody survived that onslaught, my ancestor, my grandmother to be exact, actually lived to tell the tale.
"She moved away from Fortuna, starting a different life here in this city, and forgetting the nightmare that occurred in the past. However, the faces of the helpless orphans haunted her until her last day on this world.
"But, today, it seems that her nightmare has awoken.”
“So, it seems.” V said in a sarcastic manner that was missed by the Master.
The man smiled and nodded towards the ballroom once more. “I will give you a valuable advice for defeating the Dreadnought.” Satisfied that he caught V’s attention, he smiled in that twisted way once more and spoke. “You know how some pleasant things send so many different kinds of sensations all throughout the body. I suggest blocking all of them all the same.”
The Master of the house left the railing and turned away from V.
“It’s best to know what is truth, and what is not.”
And with those final words, the man finally left, leaving V with more questions than answers.
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mental-health-advice · 4 years ago
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I was friends with someone who sent me a giant package I’m not friends with him anymore bc he started to make me feel uncomfortable as he was just a Nice Guy™️ just trying to “win me over” my family was suspicious But I also want to get rid of them bc looking at them just makes me feel so sick now but I don’t want my family to b like “we told you!!” pls tag as 🐧
Hey there,
It sounds like you are kind of stuck right now with wanting to cut ties with this guy but at the same time not wanting your family to know as it might not go down so well as they were suspicious from the beginning in regards to this guy sending you a giant package. Hopefully I will be able to offer some advice and support to help you through this situation.
It’s a big deal to come to the conclusion that you no longer want to be with or around someone and especially if they make you feel uncomfortable. This is the first step in deciding what to do and so try to be proud of yourself that you have been able to acknowledge that this guy makes you uncomfortable and that you don’t want to be with him anymore. So good for you for coming to this conclusion!
In regards to your family, can we take them out of the equation for a minute and think about what you need to do for yourself and your wellbeing? So for example, maybe thinking about if you will be happier without him in your life and be a lot more comfortable in your own day to day life. Now thinking about your family, I know it will be hard to possibly hear your family say “we told you” but wouldn’t it be better in the long run if you did what was right for you regardless of what others may say to you?
It’s also important to know that you are your own person and unfortunately we cannot control others actions or reactions to different situations, you can only control yours. So in saying this wouldn’t it be best to do what is right for you regardless of others comments? Like I said I know it won’t be easy hearing those words, but we are only human and we all make mistakes. Even family members make mistakes so please don’t be too hard on yourself over everything that is happening for you right now!
I really hope that this has helped a bit and that you feel a bit more at ease with making a decision on what to do. Just do what feels right and best for you and you can’t go wrong! Also please do let us know if we can help you any further!
Please know that I am thinking of you and wishing you all the best!
Take care,
Lauren
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self-shipper-snowdrop · 4 years ago
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I know you probably don't want to but if it feels like it's too much you could always move accounts. Perhaps use a different name and refollow the people on your followers list. I hope you're okay though and I hope this ask didn't cross any boundaries. Stay safe.
It didn’t across that way at all! I’m a lot calmer now and I supper appricate the advice- I’ll keep it in mind if I feel like I can’t keep him off my account.
I’ve soft blocked him for now, and since I go dark for so long on my main (just vanish and then spam post, lol) I think I have some time until he notices. Hoping he forgets- or if he notices that he won’t care. If he tells my brother then I have my parents to back me up at least. I don’t want to be too drastic too quickly, since my brother follows that account and he’ll definitely get suspiscious if I suddenly move blogs. Plus it doesn’t seem… too bad? It was freaky to seem but it was mostly going through my blog’s cat tag, he thankfully wasn’t trying to talk to me so I think I’m good for now. But yeah- I’ll definitely keep that in mind ♥︎ and the advice is much appricated.
You stay safe too, anon ♥︎
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spacyparker · 7 years ago
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MASTERLIST - PROMPT LIST
Summary : You noticed bruises on your boyfriend Peter’s body, but he refuses to tell you how he got them, which leads to multiple fights.
Characters : Peter Parker x reader
Word count : 1.3k
A/N : I’m really nervous because this is the first writing I’m publishing and I’m so afraid about my mistakes since English is not my main language and I’m far from being bilingual. I hope some people will read it and enjoy it despite the mistakes. Don’t hesitate to ask, or request me anything, or even give me advices or correct my poor english if you want. Feel free to be honest with me. Thank you <3
“I don’t care !” you shouted to Peter.
He got your wrists in his hands, and you tried to debate yourself so he’d let you go.
Few days ago, you started to understand that something was wrong with your boyfriend, but you couldn’t tell what. You started to get everything in line in your head, and make suppositions. His pseudostage with Stark was very suspiscious since he sometimes left the work at outrageous hours. He must fill his time with something else, something he wasn’t willing to tell you.
“Let me go…” you tried to say, but your voice started cracking as the tears were filling up your eyes.
Few days ago, you noticed changes on Peter’s body. Few dark marks that you assumed were bruises. There were some on his back, also as scratches. You noticed it when he changed his shirt in front of you, and couldn’t stop thinking about it then. Later on, you discovered that these bruises weren’t only on his back but all over his body. So what now, he was beaten up all nights, fighting with some other random guys in the street ? You didn’t want to live a Fight Club remake, so you decided to talk to him, which didn’t end very well.
The first time you both discussed about those mysterious marks, he only told you that that was nothing you had to worry about -something you couldn’t do so. The second time, Peter assumed he lacked vitamin C, and that was what caused the multiple bruises. The third time, he told you to shut up because you were annoying as you asked him about it all the time. The fourth time, you decided to shout back and not let him play with you since you felt concerned about his situation. You ended so furious you broke up with him. But it seemed like he didn’t want you to be separated.
“I swear to God [Y/N] you need to listen to me !”
“No, Peter ! You already said what you needed to say last time. I don’t wanna hear from you anymore until you stop treating me like a fool !” The tears drowned your face and you refused to even glare at him.
“[Y/N], love, I can’t tell you, that’s too much for you to handle but I promise… I… [Y/N] look I’m sorry but you have to trust me.” You were trying to push Peter out your apartment not wanting to talk about it anymore, you just needed him to understand that you had to stay alone even for a few minutes.
“Leave !” you shouted “Or I’m going to become more serious than I’ve ever been and you don’t want that Peter Parker.”
Peter’s eyes were red, and you could tell that he held himself back from crying. It was a real torture to see him in this bad state but he plunged you into similar mood so many times this couple of days you couldn’t just stop the fight by wrapping him into your arms like nothing happened. Even if you needed to cuddle him at this time.
After your last words, he stopped and let your wrists free again, but they were a little red because he didn’t noticed how strongly he held them. Peter was wondering what you were thinking while saying you’d become more serious afterwards. He didn’t really wanted to know the answer, at least not if the only way for him to know was by trying. He stepped back, staring at you.
He wanted to tell you his secret, so much, he wanted to tell you that he was Spider-Man. But that would include putting you in danger, and he didn’t want that. His heart was torn apart, he knew he had to make a decision real quick. Either he tells you about his secret identity or he loses you. This was a brand new battle he needed to focus on, all by himself.
As soon as he passed the door, you shut and locked it. There was no way he would enter in this apartment any time soon. Your breathe took control of your body, all of your members shaking. You felt so vulnerable right now, so many tears had fallen from your eyes and it hadn’t stopped yet. Your back met the door and you let yourself fall to the ground. Sat down, you thought about what just happened. The blood in your wrists had trouble coming to your hand since Peter grabbed them. You only dated for three months but you never saw him acting like that. It seemed like violence was taking him, as you thought.
Knock knock knock.
Peter hadn’t left. He was still in the hallway and not quite ready to leave the building.
“[Y/N] I’m sorry babe, just let me in..” You could tell by his voice that he was crying too, so by this image standing in your head a flood of tears more powerful than the last ones overrunned your face. You moaned. Why hadn’t he left yet. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.” He was more calm now in the hallway than he was in front of you. “Love, please I wish I could tell you.”
A sudden urge had you violently punch the door. You were already mad, and those words wouldn’t be enough for you to calm down. “I can’t trust you Peter, not with all those marks you always come home with ! Plus I bet no one knows, not even May !”  God you were so pissed at him. “You don’t understand Peter, you don’t understand that it hurts to see you in such a state. What would you say if I had so many bruises ? I can tell you would care just like I do !”
“That’s exactly why I don’t want to tell you [Y/N].” Now he was totally calm. His voice was slight and you could barely hear him through the door. “I don’t want you to get involve in this crazy story.”
“So you’re in trouble, just like I thought ! But what did you do Peter ? I need to know, so I can help you. We can find solutions. I’ve always supported you since we met.”
“There’s no solution, love. I’m begging you, you need to trust me.”
Everything in your brain was mixing up, you couldn’t think anymore. Maybe it was because you cried too much, and you were tired of this eternal fight with Peter. A silence was instaured since you didn’t answer him, but he soon broke this calm.
“I love you.” You didn’t answer. “[Y/N] open the door…” You didn’t answer. “[Y/N]…” You didn’t answer. You couldn’t even find what to tell him anymore. “Please at least come kiss me I really need this special love only you can give me.” Okay, he was totally trying to get you by your feelings, and the thought of you two kissing almost messed everything up in the ’[Y/N] being mad program’.
“No Peter.” Your voice was strict as ever. “We’re not together anymore, we don’t get to kiss.” These words were painful to say but you knew it was the right decision. If you failed, he would take advantage in the fight.
“I love you…” Peter seemed so sad it broke your heart even more.
“I’m not going to open the door, not until I know what is happening with you.”
There were a little silence before Peter talked again. “Then I’m gonna stay in the hallway forever.”
PART TWO
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etlunainmorte · 5 years ago
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🖤 Updated Masterlist 🖤
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Prologue
~ My love for you is a journey starting at forever and ending at never. *Unknown ~
I. The Perfect Girl
~ Oh, my darling, it's true. Beautiful things have dents and scratches too. *Unknown ~
II. The Tattooed Poet
~ You were a risk, a mystery, and the most certain thing I'd ever known. *Beau Taplin ~
III. The Strange Mission
~ And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and to find my soul. *Unknown ~
IV. The Fancy Invitation
~ If you want the ultimate thrill, you've got to be willing to pay the ultimate price. *Mark Foo ~
V. Nico's Best Friend
~ A best friend is someone who makes you laugh even when you think you'll never smile again. *Unknown ~
VI. A Memorable Evening
~ You want to know who I'm in love with? Read the first word again. *Unknown ~
VII. The Unexpected Occurrence
~ When love is real, it finds a way. *Avatar Roku ~
VIII. Their First Dance
~ I may not often get to see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart I truly know, you're the one that I love, and can't let you go. *Unknown ~
IX. The Eccentric Master
~ I don't live in darkness. Darkness lives in me. *Unknown ~
X. Battle And Emotions
~ The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of us but those who win battles we know nothing about. *Unknown ~
XI. Naked And Defenseless
~ One of the most striking of abstract art's appearance is her nakedness, an art stripped bare. *Robert Motherwell ~
XII. The Suspiscious Advice
~ Beware the person who stabs you and then tells the world they're the ones who's bleeding. *Jill Blakewell ~
XIII. Dates And Movies
~ We stumbled on a view that’s tailor-made for two. *La La Land ~
XIV. She Who Dances
~ Inside every dancer is a beginner that fell in love. *Unknown ~
XV. The Diabolical Amalgam
~ The thing about being brave is it doesn't come with the absence of fear and hurt. Bravery is the ability to look fear and hurt in the face and say, move aside, you are in the way. *Melissa Tumino ~
XVI. The Unacceptable Truth
~ Sometimes, the person you'd take a bullet for ends up being the one behind the gun. *Unknown ~
XVII. Aspect Of Future
~ The future is not inevitable. We can influence it, if we know what we want it to be. *Charles Handy ~
XVIII. Change Of Heart
~ He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man. *Dr. Johnson ~
XIX. Tears And Sadness
~ There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke the heart was taking away its dream - whatever dream that might be. *Pearl S. Buck ~
XX. Rejection And Heartbreak
~ It takes a strong heart to love, but it takes an even stronger heart to continue to love after it's been hurt. *Unknown ~
XXI. He Who Loves
~ A person that truly loves you will never let you go, no matter how hard the situation is. *Unknown ~
XXII. He Who Fights
~ I fight for what I want. It takes a lot for me to give up on something or someone. I can't just give up because things are hard, especially if that person means something to me. I'll keep fighting and fighting, until I have nothing left in me, and giving up is the only option left. *Unknown ~
XXIII. He Who Protects
~ A true friend is someone who protects you like a shield, cares for you like a brother, and fights for you like a warrior. *Unknown ~
XXIV. Run, Rabbit, Run
~ Everyone says destroy what destroys you, right? But, what if the thing destroying you is yourself? *Unknown ~
XXV.A. Hope Has Fallen
~ Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love leaves a memory no one can steal. *Unknown ~
XXV.B. Hope Has Fallen
~ Oh, here will I set up my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world - wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And lips, oh, you, the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss, a dateless bargain to engrossing death. *William Shakespeare ~
XXVI. A Second Chance
~ Can we start over? Can we be strangers again? Let me introduce myself. We can laugh and talk. And relearn what we already know. And come up with new inside jokes. And create new memories. And give each other a second chance. *Unknown ~
XXVII. One Last Shot
~ Sometimes, there is no next time. No time - outs. No second chances. Sometimes, it's now or never. *Alan Bennett ~
XXVIII. He Who Regrets
~ I can never regret that you have been a part of my life. I can never regret that I love you, because it is exactly what I wanted. *Unknown ~
XXIX. The Little Lamb
~ Sometimes in life we need to share, our feelings that are hard to bear. When in our hearts we feel such pain, that extra strength we have to gain, from someone who will keep us safe, and listen when we lose our faith. This Guardian Angel's here for you, to light the way and help you through. *Unknown ~
XXX. When She Left
~ Sometimes, I don't know what haunts me more. The memories of you, or the happy person I used to be. *Ranata Suzuki ~
XXXI. Father And Son
~ My father gave the greatest gift anyone could give another person: he believed in me. *Jim Valvano ~
XXXII. Her Precious Friends
~ And you will seek me and find me, when you search for me with all your heart. *Jer. 29:13 ~
XXXIII. The Disposed Vessel
~ Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and I don't think I'm winning anymore. *Unknown ~
XXXIV. And Then, Finally,...
~ There was a boy. A very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, very far over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye. But very wise, was he. And then one day. One magic day he passed my way. While we spoke of many things, fools and kings, this he said to me: The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return. *From Moulin Rouge, Ewan McGregor / Nat King Cole ~
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XXXV. I Will, Gladly!
~ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self - seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. *1 Cor 13: 1 ~
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