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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓢𝓜𝓘𝓣𝓔⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔽𝔬𝔯⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗡𝗢.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝕸𝕰𝕽𝕮𝖄. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ┈
Joined February 2018
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓'𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#𝗻𝗼𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝘂𝘁𝘆.
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you have the heart of a chief ⟋ and the soul of a dragon．
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݂ ⠀ ;⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖎 have 𝓫𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖆 𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉, yet 𝖈𝖚𝖙 𝖓𝖔 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 .ᐟ : ̗̀.͟.͟.
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You speak of a chasm I have long gazed into. If I, his father, abandon hope for him, then his fate is truly sealed. A grim duty, that remains.
I once believed duty was above everything , of higher value than anything . But , it only get you away of what matters . . . And you lose hope in your children , then who will ? Then , the wheel hasn’t take him already .
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The contempt you wear like a second skin .ᐣ I have always seen the potential for more. That is the bitterest part of it all. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐠𝐨. ”
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His shoulders are rigid with the weight of kingship and fatherhood — two crowns he has always worn as burdens. “ Then what would you have me see, Aerion .ᐣ The fire you so eagerly play with .ᐣ ───
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Maekar halts, his back still turned. The raw hurt in his son's voice, so rarely heard, cuts through the armor of his anger. He does not turn, for to look upon that pain would be to see his own failure mirrored too clearly. ───
⠀⠀ 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 turn your back to me , sire . ⠀⠀ 【 fingers curled tight at his sides , nails biting into skin as bitterness flooded his tongue . his eyes narrowed , not in insolence but +
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Then hope is a luxury I can no longer afford. The wheel took my son. It has shown me its nature. What remains is not belief, but duty.
It is only when the wheel of life decide to take your son before he becomes a man . Hope is made for every man , as long as you believe in it , nothing is lost .
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“ A man chooses his own path. Blame is a coward's crutch. ”
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Maekar's eyes narrow, the 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 of the words striking a bitter chord he refuses to acknowledge aloud. He turns away, his voice gruff with finality. ───
⠀⠀ 【 muscles tense as that grin fades , a cold expression settling over his face , much like his sire’s , claiming every line of his countenance . 】 ⠀⠀ you have 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 thought the worst +
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Yet a man's respect is shown in his daily silence and his listening ear, and in this, it is seen that he offers her little.
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A wise wife will guide his blade and his fire. Her husband's will is strong and he doesn't take kindly to jests made at his family's expense. In this, he doesn't need her guidance but her support. ───
A wise wife will guide his blade and his fire. Her husband's will is strong and he doesn't take kindly to jests made at his family's expense. In this, he doesn't need her guidance but her support.
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It is the great, bitter wheel of lifе, and your belief that it may yet improve is a kinder hope than my own.
as we used to be headache to our own fathers , it now our turn to understand and bear this burden . I do believe that , one day it will get better .
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The door to Maekar's solar shut with a heavy, final sound. He did not look up from the report, his quill scratching relentlessly across the parchment. “ Aerion. ” He stated the name flatly, a pronouncement, not a greeting. ───
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Tell me plainly: is this another of your . . . illuminations, or has your folly finally tipped into something truly unpardonable this time .ᐣ ”
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The quill stilled at last, and his violet eyes, hard as amethyst, lifted to fix upon his son. “ A merchant from Lys now wails that his ship was burned for sport in the harbor. ───
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The door to Maekar's solar shut with a heavy, final sound. He did not look up from the report, his quill scratching relentlessly across the parchment. “ Aerion. ” He stated the name flatly, a pronouncement, not a greeting. ───
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⤿ 𝑭𝐼𝑅𝐸 does not ask 𝐩͟𝐞͟𝐫͟𝐦͟𝐢͟𝐬͟𝐬͟𝐢͟𝐨͟𝐧 to https://t.co/n3nIkde2J2. 𝑵𝐸𝐼𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅 do 𝐼. ⠀ ⠀
child of troy, born to mighty priam and stoic hecuba, can you feel fire's soft breath tracing your bloodstream?
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And my brother would be ashamed to know his daughter measures her contentment by the absence of overt cruelty. Silence is not peace, Daenora. It is a different kind of wound. You will dine with me tomorrow, and he will not.
oh, please, uncle, do not... she fears if he speaks to him, that will only make the matters worse. he is... good enough, uncle. no one taught her to expect a great love. daenora is content... her father would be happy knowing that.
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A dangerous stillness settles over Maekar, his voice dropping low and cold. “ You bring nothing but the stench of wildfire and your own delusions. Remember your place. Or I will have you reminded of it. ”
⠀⠀ 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦? 【 a cruel grin twisting his lips , pearly teeth bared . 】 ⠀⠀ i bring what all appear to have forgotten since the dragons took wing , sire .
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