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Turkraine for dawnflower8-Safety-
Pouring rain from the grey clouds, the dark sky.
That was the condition of the weather when the Ukrainian female showed up at Sadiq's house, taken in warmly by her boyfriend.
"S-Sadiq..." A shaky breath was inhaled, "I-I'm s-sorry..."
He shakes his head, embracing the other, "Don't apologize..." A small smile graces his lips as she looks up at him, "You have nothing to apologize for."
She shakes her head a bit, "I-It's midnight--" She starts to say, then silenced by a finger pressed to her lips,
"Don't worry about it, Ukraine." Another smile at that
"A...Are you sure?" The question is delicate, faint as she slowly hugs him back,
Slowly, the hug tightens, he brushes a hand through her hair, carefully playing with some of the strands, "Yes, I promise..."
A deep breath, as she begins to grow calm, "If you say so- Sorry--"
Turkey's small chuckle cuts her off, "You don't need to apologize anymore." He wipes away her tears, taking in a soft breath as he holds h
FamilyThe Fauchereve brushed a hand through his sisters currently brown locks, smiling softly as he fixed the bow in her hair gingerly. He cradled the little pup in his arms, searching through the dresses, watching her from the corner of his eyes the entire time.
"Sweetie, do you like this one~?" He smiled, holding up a pastel blue and white dress. He watched her blink and look up at him, before nodding,
"I-I like anything big brother likes!" The same answer as everyday, which causes him to smile more;
"Well I like anything you like."
The tiny Fauchereve giggles a bit and nods slightly, snuggling into his chest,
"Belina.." He begins affectionately, using the name given to her by a human she happened to come into contact with, "What have you been doing when I'm not here?" He slips the dress over her head, and smooths it out gingerly.
"B-Bel plays b-by herself..." She mutters quietly, softly as she looks up at him again with wide eyes.
A slight frown, "Are you lonely, honey?"
He watches her lo
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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