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Sassenach & Highlander

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Sassenach & Highlander

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Are you looking for the Phoenix?

No, Jean. I'm looking for you.

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Like father like daughter

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When loved ones in danger awakes the anger.

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🏹 З Днем народження, наша дорога Арі ( @littleflowerari )! 🌸

ㅤㅤㅤㅤКроха, ти – наше благословення з небес, і ми щодня дякуємо за тебе. 🙏 Життя буває різним – іноді радісним, іноді непростим. Але пам’ятай: із вірою в серці та нашою підтримкою можна подолати будь-які перепони. 💪

ㅤㅤㅤㅤНехай ти завжди будеш цілеспрямованою та сміливою, не боїшся мріяти й досягати своїх цілей. Нехай Бог зміцнює тебе, направляє твої кроки та дарує душевний спокій, який тільки Він може дати. 🌿🕊️

ㅤㅤㅤㅤБажаємо тобі міцного здоров’я, радості, мудрості й любові. Нехай у твоєму житті буде більше світлих моментів, ніж ти можеш уявити. Завжди можеш покластися на нас і на ��ього.

З любов’ю, гордістю та молитвами за тебе — мама і тато. 💜

P.S.

Знаю, що часом буваю надто суворим (і за це вже отримав кусь від твоєї мами), але тільки тому, що вірю в тебе й знаю: ти здатна на більше, ніж сама уявляєш. Ти сильна й талановита. Не забувай про це. 🎯

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝These are your presents and they are tools, not toys. The time to use them is perhaps near at hand. Bear them well. Merry Christmas and all hail Aslan!❞ 🌟

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The words of Love

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❝𝐓ʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.❞

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The forest around them fell silent, absorbing the sounds of their voices, as if the sky and earth were holding their breath, listening to what was about to happen. Claire stood before Jamie, feeling the cold seep into her fingers, but he, as always, was the first to embrace her hands with his, wrapping her in his warm palms as if to block the fear and despair that had taken hold of her heart. He looked at her as though he was trying to memorize every line, every feature of her face, to carry her image with him into eternity.

"Ye must go, Sassenach," he said softly, his voice holding such strength that the mountains themselves might tremble. "Feumaidh tu falbh, a’ bhana-choigreach. You must return to yer own time. Here, there's naught left for ye but darkness and war."

Claire looked at him, struggling with despair, with the force that seemed to draw her back to the stones. She did not want to leave him; she could not bear the thought of abandoning him to face a battle that would erase his presence from this world.

"I can't leave you, Jamie," she whispered, her voice shaking. "You are my life, my love, my light. I want to stay with you, even if it means the end."

He touched her cheek, running his warm hand over her face as if trying to wipe away her tears and at the same time remember the feel of her skin. Sadness flashed in his eyes, deep as the very ocean that would separate them. But Jamie would not allow himself to show weakness, understanding that his strength was her only anchor now.

"Ye must live for both of us, Claire," he said, his voice quiet but as firm as granite. "Fiù ged a tha sin a’ ciallachadh gum feum thu falbh. I need to ken that ye’ll be safe, that ye’ll live, breathe, despite all that lies ahead for me here. Air ar son fhèin, airson ar pàiste."

Her soul resisted. She tried to hold back, but tears rolled down her cheeks anyway. Claire reached for him as if lost in a desert, yearning for the last drop of water. But he continued to warm her hands, his fingers like an anchor, holding her in the moment, keeping her steady.

"I'll wait for you," she whispered, almost soundlessly, like a prayer sent to him and to fate. "In every moment, in every life. We will meet again. Come back to me, soldier."

Jamie released her hands but then embraced her shoulders one last time, pulling her close, as though his embrace could tear through the very fabric of time and space, saving them both from the inevitable. Then, slowly, carefully, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a final kiss, full of despair, love, and forgiveness that would not die, even in the face of death.

"I will find ye, Sassenach," he said, letting her go, his voice steady and strong as the mountains surrounding them. "Ann an saoghal sam bith, ann an àm sam bith. Bidh mi gad shireadh gus an ruig mi ort a-rithist. Gus am faigh sinn a chèile."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝𝐑ɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ 4,000 ᴍᴇᴛᴇʀs. Mᴀɴ ʜᴀs ᴍᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. Bᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴛʜᴇsᴛ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴛs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴇsᴛ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴜs ɪs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ. ❞

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I'm looking at you in the space full of stars and art...

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━━━━━━ ⚔️ ━━━━━━

❝𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽, 𝓢𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓱.

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵.❞

━━━━━━ 🛡️ ━━━━━━

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Different crowd the same Aang 😁

Nickelodeon. Avatar: The Last Airbender. Imbalance

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Evening gently enveloped one of the cozy galleries in the south of France, where the soft light of the lamps spilled over the marble walls, as if highlighting their majestic antiquity. Elijah Mikaelson, always impeccably elegant, sat at a table in the far corner of the hall, across from a young woman named Andrea. The air was filled with the aroma of red wine, which they were sipping slowly, watching an elderly couple dancing in the center of the hall. The music, seeping through the walls, was muted, yet expressive enough to touch something deeply hidden within their souls, the strings of the guitar resonating with their mood.

The man’s gaze drifted over the delicate profile of the stranger, whose features seemed to be from a past life; her eyes glistened in the dim light like two precious gems. His voice was quiet, almost intimate, when he asked a question that seemed inevitable:

"You ever feel like that?"

Andrea slowly turned her head, her face lit up with slight surprise and a soft smile.

"Like what?" she asked, knowing the answer was already on its way.

The brunette glanced toward the elderly couple, their hands tightly intertwined as if they had been holding onto each other their entire lives, afraid to lose contact even for a moment.

"Like... you were just destined for someone" his voice was filled with longing, as if every word was a memory of a lost treasure.

A moment passed, stretching into an eternity, as Andrea looked into her companion's eyes. There was so much understanding in her gaze that he could have sworn she saw through him, through the centuries he had lived, to the very core of his soul, as if she had known him for many years.

"Yes..." she replied, and in her response was the silence of long years of waiting, as if she had always known this moment would one day come.

They were silent, allowing the music to speak for them. The elderly couple gracefully twirled around the hall, their movements filled with the grace and love that only time can give. And suddenly, the noble Mikaelson extended his hand. The woman slowly placed hers over it, allowing him to draw her closer, leading her to the dancers. They moved to the rhythm of the melody, as if the music was their guide on this evening.

Elijah felt the warmth of her body flow into his, her breath becoming part of his own, and for a moment, he allowed himself to forget everything. They danced slowly, as if it were their last dance, yet there was hope for the future in their movements.

When the music faded, Andrea stopped, her hand still resting on his shoulder. She slowly leaned in and left a light kiss on his cheek, which felt more tangible than a thousand lived years. Then she barely pulled away and whispered with a certain mystery:

"I'll be waiting for another dance"

Mikaelson followed her with his gaze, as if trying to memorize every detail of her appearance tonight, sensing and somehow recalling that what connected them was far more than just a dance and a soulful evening in a hall filled with art.

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And what do you think you'd understand?

I'm a boy, no, I'm a man

You can't take me and throw me away

And how can you learn what's never shown?

Yeah, you stand here on your own

They don't know me 'cause I'm not here

And I want a moment to be real

Wanna touch things I don't feel

Wanna hold on and feel I belong

And how can the world want me to change?

They're the ones that stay the same

They don't know me 'cause I'm not here

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Незламна духом, рідна Україна.

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