Post by nathaniel labelle on Jul 2, 2015 19:24:42 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]nathaniel labelle
[attr="class","appc"]age 017
[attr="class","appc"]group commoner
[attr="class","appc"]sex male
[attr="class","appc"]occupation unemployed
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you love her like a drowning man fights for every breath.[break][break]
you’re both seven—sweet, sweet children, with pink lips and apple-red cheeks—when you don a suit of gilded armour. you raise your knight’s sword toward the sky, your arm reedy and thin. when you remember your chivalry and offer her a turn with it, she twirls away from you. silly, she says, i’m a girl! and when you ask her what that means, she just laughs because she’s two minutes older than you and will never stop calling you her little brother, no matter how long you hold your breath.[break][break]
the both of you are crouched around a pothole, and she reaches over to clasp both your hands, looking at you straight in the eye and smelling faintly of dust. i’m going to marry you, you know, she says, smug, and you don’t miss a beat: okay. it doesn’t matter that you’re brother and sister, you’re seven for god’s sake, seven and still dreaming, and you don’t realize that she’s planted a seed inside your heart. even covered in dust, her hair is like spun gold, and you believe her.[break][break]
the two of you sneak into the garden of eden, you with your sword, her with you. it is there that you see everything you don’t have, and then they’re yelling at you from across cobblestone paris, and you have to fight to remember the word cobblestone. you hold hands as you run from the ones who have bit into the forbidden fruit, and you’re still holding her hand when you reach home, h-o-m-e.[break][break]
it’s a funny way to spell dirt. (you realized then that you were holding a stick, and had no armour.)
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you love her like a drowning man fights for every breath.[break][break]
you’re both seven—sweet, sweet children, with pink lips and apple-red cheeks—when you don a suit of gilded armour. you raise your knight’s sword toward the sky, your arm reedy and thin. when you remember your chivalry and offer her a turn with it, she twirls away from you. silly, she says, i’m a girl! and when you ask her what that means, she just laughs because she’s two minutes older than you and will never stop calling you her little brother, no matter how long you hold your breath.[break][break]
the both of you are crouched around a pothole, and she reaches over to clasp both your hands, looking at you straight in the eye and smelling faintly of dust. i’m going to marry you, you know, she says, smug, and you don’t miss a beat: okay. it doesn’t matter that you’re brother and sister, you’re seven for god’s sake, seven and still dreaming, and you don’t realize that she’s planted a seed inside your heart. even covered in dust, her hair is like spun gold, and you believe her.[break][break]
the two of you sneak into the garden of eden, you with your sword, her with you. it is there that you see everything you don’t have, and then they’re yelling at you from across cobblestone paris, and you have to fight to remember the word cobblestone. you hold hands as you run from the ones who have bit into the forbidden fruit, and you’re still holding her hand when you reach home, h-o-m-e.[break][break]
it’s a funny way to spell dirt. (you realized then that you were holding a stick, and had no armour.)
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played by: senri [break]
face claim: [b]vocaloid,[/b] [i]len kagamine[/i] - nathaniel labelle
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played by: senri [break]
face claim: [b]vocaloid,[/b] [i]len kagamine[/i] - nathaniel labelle
