残魂。
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guilt, my old friend; gentle thee upon mine shoulders.
×| like I respect your want for peace but the nature of people remains the same no matter what app they go to. so
November 15, 2024 at 4:19 PM
×| like I respect your want for peace but the nature of people remains the same no matter what app they go to. so
it is convincing enough. “I love you.”
November 13, 2024 at 10:57 AM
it is convincing enough. “I love you.”
are afraid. How could he not be afraid?
Their thoughts converge on what is unsaid, Kazuma thinking it and Kira wondering it, if it was another trial, if it was a test with a reward, if the sweat soaking into his shihakusho had docked a few points off his report.
“Not at all,” Kira says, and hopes
Their thoughts converge on what is unsaid, Kazuma thinking it and Kira wondering it, if it was another trial, if it was a test with a reward, if the sweat soaking into his shihakusho had docked a few points off his report.
“Not at all,” Kira says, and hopes
November 13, 2024 at 10:57 AM
are afraid. How could he not be afraid?
Their thoughts converge on what is unsaid, Kazuma thinking it and Kira wondering it, if it was another trial, if it was a test with a reward, if the sweat soaking into his shihakusho had docked a few points off his report.
“Not at all,” Kira says, and hopes
Their thoughts converge on what is unsaid, Kazuma thinking it and Kira wondering it, if it was another trial, if it was a test with a reward, if the sweat soaking into his shihakusho had docked a few points off his report.
“Not at all,” Kira says, and hopes
Kira finds it himself to believe in that.
“I'm sorry.”
“I'm sorry.”
November 13, 2024 at 10:15 AM
Kira finds it himself to believe in that.
“I'm sorry.”
“I'm sorry.”
occupying his limbs, holding everything but his head hostage.
he can remember few times he's been terrified like this—if he is at all allowed to remember.
gin smiling.
on his knees, the door of central 46.
“Kazuma,” he whispers, stricken with distress. “Kazuma, please——”
he can remember few times he's been terrified like this—if he is at all allowed to remember.
gin smiling.
on his knees, the door of central 46.
“Kazuma,” he whispers, stricken with distress. “Kazuma, please——”
November 13, 2024 at 4:28 AM
occupying his limbs, holding everything but his head hostage.
he can remember few times he's been terrified like this—if he is at all allowed to remember.
gin smiling.
on his knees, the door of central 46.
“Kazuma,” he whispers, stricken with distress. “Kazuma, please——”
he can remember few times he's been terrified like this—if he is at all allowed to remember.
gin smiling.
on his knees, the door of central 46.
“Kazuma,” he whispers, stricken with distress. “Kazuma, please——”
A doleful hollowness knocks at his heart. Everywhere he looks, it seems there is no tether.
“So that means, your powers, Kazuma...”
“So that means, your powers, Kazuma...”
November 13, 2024 at 3:48 AM
A doleful hollowness knocks at his heart. Everywhere he looks, it seems there is no tether.
“So that means, your powers, Kazuma...”
“So that means, your powers, Kazuma...”
to shatter past his youth's. )
hueco mundo... what's it like?
( "forever" feels farther than it used to. )
hueco mundo... what's it like?
( "forever" feels farther than it used to. )
November 9, 2024 at 8:59 PM
to shatter past his youth's. )
hueco mundo... what's it like?
( "forever" feels farther than it used to. )
hueco mundo... what's it like?
( "forever" feels farther than it used to. )