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1. Alone (Fyr'stcercle)
She had never known loneliness, so far as she remembered. Even her earliest memory of when she had woken up was of Emil, gently prodding her cheek, silently asking her to please stop daydreaming in the middle of the road, it was embarrassing. She thought about it once, wondered about being alone- what was it like? Sad? Happy?

She remembered she had looked over at Emil right then, and immediately reached out to hold him close, in something of an impulse. She had stopped then, blinking, realizing what her actions meant, realizing that she had never once let him leave her. Realizing that she had never known loneliness. She denied the existence of loneliness. She was far too afraid to face it.

2. Together (Fyr'stcercle)
Together was such a wonderful thing- spending time with people, old and new, and learning everything there was to know about them- it was a pastime she was most deeply in love with. She enjoyed the warmth of together, the feeling of another's hand in her own on a cold day; she cherished the joy of together, the silly blush that painted her face when she was presented with a gift. Together was her favorite time- she felt safe.

She was always together- after all, she had Emil by her side. He protected her and warned her, he was her sixth sense that never failed to guide her, just as she never failed to protect him.

He was half of her, and she knew that without him, she could never be "together".

3. Tricore (Niflcorheim)
Sometimes she sat in her library and wondered how she got to where she was. She would take a few minutes, thinking out the various factors and the many paths she could have taken, and in the end, she would conclude that it was certainly her love for knowledge that allowed her to sit where she sat, drinking tea in a library nestled comfortably in the town of Frapbethr. She was quite deeply in love with knowing, and it was truly an affection that never found an end. Like a happy marriage, she would chuckle to herself.

Sometimes she questioned herself why knowledge was so important to her. This would take her a bit longer, perhaps ten minutes, or even twenty, as she would think of the many ways it had helped her to know. Was it practicality? Security? Perhaps, she would wonder, perhaps it wasn't for herself at all- perhaps it was because it gifted her the ability to give knowledge to others. To help those who are lost- for them, she allowed herself to immerse herself so fully into the role of a guiding light. For them she had fallen in love.

For them, she was called "Sage".

4. Memory (Fyr'stcercle)
Once, she had been asked by Aelia if she had any memories, any at all. She had responded no, quite certainly and without hesitation, not finding it strange in the least. After all, there had to be a reason for it, so why question what was? Her friend had given her a strange look and a quiet mumble. How strange, she had said. No memories at all? None, she replied.

Lying in her bed, she stared up at the ceiling, eyes wide in the darkness, heart pounding quickly. Her breath was short and her neck soaked in perspiration as her mind struggled in panic to reach clarity- vaguely, she could feel Emil prodding her shoulder, asking her what was the matter. The matter- a bad dream, certainly. Ever so slowly as she fell out of confusion, as her heart slowed and she began to blink again, she began to realize with a bit of a dull horror- she could not recall what had frightened her so. What had she dreamed of? She couldn't remember.

When her fear subsided, the only remains of her dream was the unmistakable sense of guilt.

5. Craving (Fyr'stcercle)
She furrowed her brow, pondering the Sweetie in her hand. By the name, it sounded as if it should be sweet- and she didn't doubt that it was- which is why she hadn't touched it until now. She wasn't terribly fond of sweets- if anything, they made her feel sick. But it was given to her in friendship... does that mean she should eat it? Or should she keep it for as long as it didn't mold over in her pocket? She remembered how joyfully her dear friend had eaten the one she had gifted to her. That was the same sign of friendship, was it not? It made her happy, did it not? Sweets were supposed to make people happy...

The longer she stared at the object in her hands, the stronger the urge to try, just once, to see maybe if her taste buds had changed. Maybe she would enjoy it as much as everyone else! Hesitantly, she brought the Sweetie to her lips and nibbled it daintily.

...Pursing her lips to distract her taste buds, she slowly put it in her pocket once more. Perhaps gifts were best treasured, after all.
i think it's safe to say my writing deteriorated in the past year or something

there is a lot of Emil in this
Sheila you need more friends

One esse please \o/

Cameo Aelia --> =DustBunnyThumper
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:icondustbunnythumper:
STUCK THAT THING IN HER POCKET YO DON'T WANT AELIA'S BULLSHIT COOKIES
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hinarytea Jan 30, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
ALL THESE COOKIES AND NO WHERE TO PUT THEM oh wait her pocket
laughs
//HIT
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kimitama Jan 20, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
AW CRAP
WHY DO Y'ALL HAVE TO BE SUCH GOOD WRITERS ;_;
SMACKS U INTO THE ATMOSPHERE

im going to marry emil
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hinarytea Jan 20, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
TEAR
DO YOU SEE THIS
LOOK AT IT
I'M GONNA CRY

throws emil at you he makes a good pillow treat him well //HIT
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kimitama Jan 20, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I DID
DONT ARGUE WITH ME HO

yes
i shall call him squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my squishy
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