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Rain pouring down the busy street,
Clouds darkening the Sunday eve.
People rushing outside in the cold,
Getting lost in the mysterious fog.
This gloomy weather unfortunately
Is not so different normally.
I was hopeless, senseless,
Feeling homesick in this darkness.
But a cup of warm tea,
The light in my room,
That happy laughter outside...
It gave warmth again, to my lonely heart.
Clouds darkening the Sunday eve.
People rushing outside in the cold,
Getting lost in the mysterious fog.
This gloomy weather unfortunately
Is not so different normally.
I was hopeless, senseless,
Feeling homesick in this darkness.
But a cup of warm tea,
The light in my room,
That happy laughter outside...
It gave warmth again, to my lonely heart.
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Dragon Age 2 Drabbles: M!Hawke/Anders
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Varric was telling tales again. Hawke could see it in the expressions of the people in Low Town. Awe mixed with admiration, or sometimes, fear. "There's no place in the world more hungry for a hero than Kirkwall," Varric had told him. "When all hope has been lost we are forced to invent."
Hawke wished he could tell his friend that he was simply a random witness to events, not the People's Champion as the stories made him out to be. Just another Ferelden refugee, as lost and as caught up in the whirlwind of daily life as any other drunken sot at the Hanged Man. Too often he felt his words fell on deaf ears, that no matter what he said or
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DA2 - How do you know...
Title: How do you know
Author: *equinexus
Game: Dragon Age 2
Disclaimer: Dragon Age 2 and all things related belong to Bioware.
Author's Note: Some dialogue spoilers.
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In the afterglow of their long, vigorous evening, the Tevinter elf rose to redress himself, trying his best not to wake Hawke. The visions of his past were haunting him, and he felt desperate as he stared into the fire, trying to sort his jumbled thoughts. The Champion soon stirred in his sheets, rising just slightly to view Fenris lovingly. He quickly became worried by the former slave's demeanor.
'Fenris? Is everything alright?' Hawke asked him.
'No, I
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An Unwanted Path
Silence filled the air as she fell on her knees. She covered her mouth with one hand, closing her eyes. No tears were falling down her rosy cheeks; no sobs were coming out of her mouth. She wanted to cry, to let it all out, to scream, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t sadness or grief that she felt, it was anger and a burning desire for revenge. She blamed Howe, she blamed his soldiers, she even blamed Duncan for everything that had happened.
After a few moments that seemed like an eternity Kayli slowly stood up, brushing a few wild strands of red hair from her face. When she turned around, she looked Duncan in the eye, her teal eyes fi
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Just some random poem I wrote yesterday while waiting for my friends. This is also a 10-minute poem XD
Oh, and just so you know, it's been sunny and warm like hell in the past 2 days So I wrote this poem in a summer like weather
Oh, and just so you know, it's been sunny and warm like hell in the past 2 days So I wrote this poem in a summer like weather
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Good wram tea is good. :>
There will be a lot of rainy days in your life now, dear XD More time to write pretty little poems :>
There will be a lot of rainy days in your life now, dear XD More time to write pretty little poems :>