turn.the.lights.down.[Kai]

[jarred antonelli]

And show me where you run to

He had always chosen to think he was above everyone else, that they were the ones who had no clue. It was a chore going anywhere, sitting in a crowd of people who pretended to care or ignored him altogether. He was usually the instigator in the fights he entered, and his opponents were usually instigated to anger. It wasn't because he was different, because he was a dying race far advanced beyond that of the humans; it was more his personality, his countless run-ins with the unsavory side of the population and his unwillingness to see anything other than what he wanted to. And for the most part, nobody seemed to care. There was always the offhand missionary or do-gooder, and his frequency in bars had earned him an unpleasant following, but mostly he was ignored. People purposefully avoided him; and for good reason, even if they didn't know it. He hated them more than most of the people he encountered hated him, but that was what he'd wanted. He was left alone for the most part, but it was all too easy to stir up trouble when he wanted to. In his world, there were no consequences he couldn't handle. But when he'd met Luthen, things started to matter than he hadn't even bothered to think about before. He would do anything to keep the younger boy by his side. He cared about all the little things.

He had always been fearless, reckless, his every move relatively unplanned but executed with an air of confidence that dared the public to defy it, as though it were right no matter how anyone else might see it. But now he was hesitant, back-tracking and second-guessing; he'd made so many mistakes, but now there was guilt and regret, the need to fix what he had shattered. Like a stubborn little kid, it didn't matter how many times he led the younger boy in circles, how many times he hurt and hopefully healed, he wouldn't let go. Even when that newly-found bud of rationalism growing at the back of his mind urged him to let Luthen find someone else, someone who wouldn't keep twisting the knife deeper with mistake after mistake, he couldn't let go. There was nothing that could happen, nothing that could possibly ever be done, that would make him take even one step away from the younger boy's side. He needed the dark-haired boy, more than he could ever convey. He needed Luthen. He was desperate for even a single word, a touch, a glance; something, anything, to reassure him that no matter what the day might bring, Luthen would still be there. He was selfish, he knew he was. But he was willing to give back everything he had, everything he was, and do anything he could to keep the younger boy; to make Luthen safe and happy and to be more than he was capable of. The other boy was his lifeline, without the younger boy he would be nothing. The growing splotches of dark crimson against the royal blue backdrop of his shed shirt rang out like a warning, a reminder of the possibility that he refused to accept. It was a frightening example that only taunted him with the cruel fact that while he was immune to death's arrival, Luthen wasn't. And it was him- him -that seemed to be pushing the younger boy ever closer to the one place he couldn't follow. He would never forgive himself for that, and it made his blood run cold to think that the other probably felt the same. He had made one too many mistakes, hadn't he? His chest felt tight, his vision swimming as he struggled not to move closer to the younger boy, the fear of losing Luthen for good growing harder to bear with every second the clock ticked off. The table beneath him felt cold and uncomfortable, his gaze cast downward as he waited for the younger boy to move, to say what he knew was coming but wished and pleaded he would never have to hear. He dared to hope as Luthen's wavering voice cut through the murk, having so expected to hear one thing that when nearly the opposite was asked, he hesitated for longer than he should've. He couldn't have been more thankful for the other's small nod, and as he moved carefully to where Luthen sat everything suddenly seemed a little less daunting; a little more like it was all going to be alright. It was everything he needed, the terror of losing the younger boy seeming more like a recollection than the reality of the immediate past as he let himself be pulled in by the other's warmth. He didn't think the way his heart seemed to stick in his throat and his lips tingled when they brushed the younger boy would ever go away, every kiss feeling like it was the first. He was able to breathe again as the room fell silent, the quiet both comforting and unnerving at once. He didn't know quite how to break it, but Luthen made it so that he didn't have to. His brow quirked in mild confusion as the younger boy moved toward him, his mouth only shaping the words on his tongue before they were swallowed quickly as his face lit up with color. His heart hammered more quickly as Luthen settled in his lap, the other's apology unneeded as a smile spread slowly across his blushing features. It was closer than he'd ever been to the younger boy, his skin burning warmly wherever it came in contact with the other. He barely noticed the words leaving his upturned lips, the red across his face deepening in response to his own words. He did love the way Luthen blushed; how it spread perfectly from one cheek to another across the bridge of his nose or no matter how deep it got, it always seemed to glow. I don't even know why I said that. He hadn't expected the younger boy to respond, his smile widening as he rested his flushed cheek against the top of Luthen's head. "The same innocent blue as a wolf pup's." A quiet chuckle left him as he pulled the younger boy closer. It's weird hearing 'innocent' used when it's about me, he said lightly, and I'm pretty sure that's the first not-sarcastic compliment I've gotten. He let his eyes close, concentrating on the fingers trailing softly across his chest and keeping his breaths slow and rhythmic; reveling in the fact that they were there, chest to chest, his arms keeping the younger boy close. Luthen's voice washed against him, his heart sticking in his throat as his words breached the air quietly. He looked down to find the younger boy's golden gaze already on him, smiling back at the other as he ran a hand fondly through Luthen's dark hair. His attention was called to the other boy's stained shirt only to be pulled away just as quickly when he felt Luthen's arms encircle his neck. He's.. he's really warm.. It was his turn to bury his features against the younger boy's neck, his cheeks lighting up again as he realized he'd voiced his thought aloud. He didn't know if it was the proximity, his nerves, just being with Luthen, or something he'd yet to realize, but it was more than the soft warmth he was enveloped in whenever he was near the other. It was like the difference between standing by a campfire and a forest fire. His hands moved over the younger boy's back, his hesitant inquiry met with a shiver and a few breathless words that stalled his own breath in his throat as his fingers curled slightly against the other's skin, his thumb gently brushing across the scar running like a meridian down Luthen's back. His heart hammered at a breakneck pace, the younger boy's small whine drawing an unwarranted, almost inaudible groan from his throat that spilled quietly over the dip where Luthen's shoulder met neck. Oh god, did I really just..? He bit the inside of his cheek, feeling his face grow hot. "I don't have to have a shirt.." His apology wasn't voiced before Luthen's voice filled the silent air and he pulled back enough to glance at the other's blushing features. Y-you don't? he stammered out stupidly. There was a tiny part of him that knew it could be a bad idea, but it was a very tiny part. His fingers curled lightly around the gathered dark blue fabric, tentatively pushing the shirt over the younger boy's head and dropping it on the cushion beside him. His gaze traced over Luthen's skin as he ran his hands lightly along the younger boy's sides, scars and gashes interrupting the planes of the other's chest and stomach as reminders of the past. He seemed relatively unscathed in comparison, but that was only because all his scars were underneath the skin. In his true form, he was almost unrecognizable under all the marks. But the skin everyone else saw, the tanned skin Luthen had trailed his fingers softly across, had lain by the sidelines most of the time, untouched by blade or bullet. Guilt flooded him as his eye was drawn to the long wound running the length of Luthen's side, his fingers moving to ghost along the cloudy bruise ringing the laceration. I did that..? The infliction was the least bit sobering, keeping the rush of blood directed towards his flushed features over other directions. Luth, I- His eyes widened slightly and he glanced towards the discarded shirt and back to the other boy, I'm so sorry. I didn't even ask.. I.. He bit at his lip, grabbing the long-sleeved shirt from where it lay and unsurely offering it towards the younger boy.

when no one's left to take your side.

For: Kai's Luthen <3
Notes: -cough-nowitsonluthcustodyfight-cough- Urhur xD. Rofl oh Luth, you're like the stealth ninja of Sinner haha! Your diabolical plan is set in action, mmyes. Hahaha! Baww Luth you need to be real, you meanie! I demand it! I loved your post, Luth is so cute and scheming at the same time ohoho.. what a criminal mastermind x3 I'm so sorry I took forever getting this up, I wrote it on the way back to the dorms after a dinner with my aunt (who lives in texas woop woop) so I fear it's lacking rofl. -apology chocolates!-
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[Luthen]

There was a time when he would open up to everyone, well, everyone in his pack, and generally anyone he became close to, even if they were in different packs. For wolves to not hate eachother, or despises one another. In times of hardship, sure it is every pack for themselves, but in times of plenty, there was an almost truce between the packs. But these happy times come to mean nothing when one is let alone in the world. Every year, Luthen would hope for time of plenty, so that he could freely travel through another territory and not be attacked. He would wander and meet up with old friends and find out how each has been through the year or years. Painful did these times come after his great loss, for he would just watch from afar as every pack enjoyed this time together. In the years the devoto walked lone, this was the biggest contributor to making him the bitter and cold person he would become. Jealousy and envy ran deep through his veins; Why was he the one that had to suffer? Of course, things were now starting to get better for him, thanks to the older boy, but one person cannot replace everything one desires.

This was the first time in years that he was actually doing something for himself. The strive to kill Reku was for his dead packmates and joining the gang, that was something to fulfill his purpose, nothing more, and once there he only followed orders. But now he was doing something, that if the gang ever found out, would leave him hin a very tense situation. But at this time the gang was the farthest from his mind, only Jarred matter, only will ever matter. Yet he always seemed to screw up; whether the other would admit it or not, it was always his fault. He lacked so many skills that he needed to live alongside humans, but he would never change how he grew up. He could never wish that his real parents didn't abandon him and that Lothen and Mia never raised him. He couldn't imagine a life other then with a wolf pack; yet now that was the life he was living. He would of changed it for anything, he would of, he really would but then.. He would of never of met the older boy. The only being that had ever captured his heart like this, and made his wish he knew more about being human, so that he could stop screwing up. The boy had really thought he had lost the other until he felt arms wrap around him and quell his rising fear. He could no longer image his life without the other. There wouldn't even be a life after Jarred, just emptiness. Everything he thought of things like this, a cold darkness would seize up inside of him and begin pulling him back to what he had become: a monster. There never would be a chance to become that through; he knew that it wasn't worth living in that darkness and isolation any longer. Death would be his salvation, he knew it, and most likely, the other knew it too. The other side of life was the one place the older boy could not come; the one place he could not follow after him. It was a single treat that seemed to hang unnoticed above both of them. But death and darkness were now the farthest things from his mind as he was held in that comforting embrace. And yet, yet the younger boy wanted, needed, to be even closer then he now was. There was no clear source of where this need came from, but as the silence trickled by it kept growing stronger and stronger. The closest thing he could place this as was a packmember craves its back after a time of separation. Yet they hadn't been separated for very long, just a few minutes, but that felt like an eternity to Luthen. As he shifted into the other's lap, he couldn't help but think how stupid he must seem; he wasn't a pup anymore, he souldn't of even been doing this. Yet that didn't go with out good it felt to be the closest they've ever been. He still felt nervous about doing it, for who wouldn't? But his never settled when his apology was deemed unneeded. Even though he was beginning to relax, his blush was still lightly visible; brightening in response to the older boy's quiet words. No one had ever commented on his blush before, but of course a wolf cannot blush, and never before had he ever blush in front of another person, until now. And how did he respond to that? Why did I even go about and say that? But he it came to be that the other didn't mind his mindless statement, and even let him elaborate on it; which caused his redden cheeks to deepen a few shades. As he felt the soft pressure of the other's head against his own and the light chuckle, he smiled, and not just from being pulled closer. "I know how you feel," innocent was no longer a word that applied to him anymore, nor had any right to be, not after all the innocent blood he had shed. "There will be more of them, so you can look forward to that," he said softly with a warm smile. The welcomed warmth of it all, being with Jarred, being this close to him, it made everything seem right. His eyes closed slightly as he trailed his fingers lightly against the other's chest; his mind being disconnected to what his body was doing. As the words transferred back and forth, they only added to the wonderful moment that they were sharing. He smiled up at the only person he had left to hold dear, know that this was all he ever wanted. His eyes closed and his smiled as the other hand stroked across his head; he was barely able to contain how much pleasure that simple touch gave him. Nor could his pride ever let him admit it. But the happy moment wavered as the older boy brought up his stained shirt; how could he be so stupid sometimes? His arms instinctively wrapped around the other's neck; bringing to the devoto much needed comfort. His face lit up lightly in a smile when he was declared of being warm; it was nothing knew to him, but it felt nice hearing it from another, especially if this other was Jarred. Heart quickened a few beats as the older boy buried his head against the younger boy's neck; Luthen could feel the warm coming off of the other's reddened features. His body began to shiver as the older boy's hands moved over his back, making his heart thump against his chest. He didn't know when he had become so breathless all of a sudden, but that was nothing compared to the whine that escaped him as Jarred's thumb lightly rubbed over the long scar across his back. W-why did I j-just do that? he thought as his cheeks became dark crimson. He perked slightly as the quite groan washed against him, making his body once again shiver. There is nothing in the world that would ever make the boy understand why he stated that he didn't need a shirt, but there was nothing he could do to take that back now. At the other stammered question, he smiled slightly, his features bathed in a red glow. W-what made me say that, I mean.. I-I didn't mean to.. I didn't want to.. Did I? There was no going back now as the older boy's fingers curled around his shirt and he unwrapped his arms from the other's neck, allowing for the shirt to be pushed over his head. His hands rested against the other's chest; he felt himself shiver at the older boy's touch and his heart return to a frantic pace. But as he gazed over Jarred's perfectly unscathed skin, his head dropped slightly to look at his own marked body. His past was clearly written all over his body in scars and bite marks; most were old and long ago healed, but still visible. Mostly he never saw them, for his fur had healed over these, but in human form there was nothing to hide them. And in this form the distinctive and painfully clear x-shaped scar stood out like a burning banner. Suddenly he became self-consensus of all the markings across his body; something he had never felt before. Every wolf will receive numerous scars throughout their life time, it was something to be proud of. But Luthen felt anything but proud now that he sat in stark contrast to the older boy's perfect skin. Compared to him.. he let the thought die, he didn't need another thing the make himself know that he was far from perfect. At the other's ghosting touch, his body stiffened slightly, and his raised his head to look at the older boy. Pain filled his eyes, Why do you keep blaming yourself for that? Why can't you just leave it in the past? It was just something that had to happen.. the memory of their first encounter flashed through his head; both had reached the true definition of a monster as they ripped and tore at each other. The only difference now was the the other boy did not show the marks of that fight, while they were clearly scored across the younger boy. "Jarr-" he broke off as his own name washed against him along with a needless explanation. His head shook slightly as he took the dark blue shirt from the other and returned it to the cushion beside them. "You didn't have to ask," he spoke softly, smiling at the one person he loved. The smile faltered and he looked down, rubbing a hand across his forearm in a some what nervous fashion. A shaky breath escaped him as he lifted his head again; "Jarred, I-I.." his hand broke away from his arm and rested against the other boy's cheek as Luthen leaned in and softly pressed his lips against the other's. I don't want you to keep worrying about what you do to me. No mater what happens, I will always love you, and only you. He pulled back slowly, gently ending the kiss; his hand continuing to rest against the other's face. Warmth reflected in his golden eyes as his words came out in whispers, "I love you."

[-cough-yesitssototallyonandI'msogoingtowin-cough- lol xD He's such a mastermind he didn't even know it. All shall fear is cute manipulative powers. I know, Luth we command you to be real! Then we could snuggle you with love <3 I liked yours too, J was all like "Wut" when Luth said he didn't need a shirt xD That's okay that you took long, I took awhile too. Curse geography x.x" And btw I love your new icon <3]
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[jarred antonelli]

And show me where you run to

He'd never been what anyone could call 'innocent'. He hated the way society wrote kids off, the way anyone underaged could do practically whatever they wanted and the public would turn the other way, write off despicable behavior as part of their rebellious phase or because they didn't know any better or because their parents must've raised them wrong. Half of them, in his opinion, knew exactly what they were doing and went through with it only because they knew it would be overlooked. That the punishment would be insincere and minor compared to what would happen if a contributor to the city tried the very same thing. From what he could see, kids were immune to anything and everything. As if there were a certain number of years before actions mattered. So why had he been scrutinized from day one? True, he was never a child. He had been fabricated into adulthood, but he still had to learn, to grow in his understandings and learn to survive. But nobody cared about the small print. It didn't matter that he was learning, observing and experimenting like every growing child is wont to. He acted sufficiently adult, he murdered somewhere around his tenth year, and so he was driven out, cast away and stereotyped. Not that he cared. He ran with the title they'd given him, deciding to give them what they wanted. He hated everyone and everyone hated him anyway, so why not? But then someone started to care, and before he realized what was happening Luthen was under his skin, delving beneath his hardened surface. Giving him a second chance. Forgiving.

He had never relied on anyone or anything. He had never thought he needed to; there was nothing he held onto more tightly than his own pride and he could find nothing he was missing in his distorted perception of what happiness truly was. Isolation was his preference, his blurred idea of superiority. It was easier to put himself above anyone and everyone, look down on them as if he knew they hated him as much as he despised all of them, until they could prove they were worth his time. Until someone stayed long enough to make a difference without trying to mold him to their standards.There was no one he trusted, nobody he would even think about letting close. Until Luthen. He'd had to nearly kill the younger boy, and now it chilled him to the core every time he thought about just how close he'd come to ending the other's life, before something had changed. The one person who had set out with every intention of beating him six feet under had become his saving grace. Luthen was the only one who had seen past his cold exterior, who had accepted him despite what he had allowed himself to become. Who loved him. And before he realized it had happened, he was turned upside down and slowly he began to realize all the things he'd always refused to acknowledge. Affection, a love that let everything crumble around it, had grown like a sickness in him, fear and panic could finally tear at his mind, compassion and comfort and humility solidifying into sentiments he could feel. All because of one person. All because the younger boy had chosen him. And he wanted more than anything to stay like this, to feel safe and warm and wanted, to turn around and find the younger boy standing right there. Nothing mattered except for Luthen. Suddenly he was a child, holding so tightly to the other boy that nothing could separate them; scared to leave, unsure in his actions, desperate to see the younger boy smile. And suddenly he'd grown; protecting, consoling, promising, trying. He had let Luthen in deeper than he would ever let anyone else travel, he'd given his everything so willingly, and he'd only asked that the other didn't break him into pieces in return. Life without the younger boy had become like breathing underwater. Impossible. Daunting. The only thing he wanted was to never have to miss Luthen, but at the back of his mind he knew that in time he would. He knew that what he'd found, all that Luthen had given him, couldn't endure as long as him. Death was the only enemy he could never win against, but as he wrapped his arms carefully around the younger boy, listening to the other's quavering breaths and the steady drum of his own heart, it was like the threat was nonexistent. As null as the world outside the room they sat in. Everything that had unsettled in the minutes before seemed to realign as he melted into the warmth radiating from the other boy, his tangled threads of regret and apology, concern and incapability, dispelling as quickly as they'd appeared. He'd hated how isolated he'd felt for the minutes in which he'd sat across from Luthen, powerless as he watched the younger boy sink further into himself. He'd felt alone, as though the other was across the world from where he was instead of a few feet away. And he'd felt as cold as the tabletop beneath him, aching to be closer. But everything felt righted as the room lapsed into silence, his eyes closing only to open curiously as Luthen moved over him and settled softly into his lap. The steady thump in his chest had turned into a rapid hammering, his bare skin prickling wherever the younger boy brushed and his body quivering indistinctly beneath the other. He could feel his features grow hot and a small smile break across his face as he relished the lack of space between them, the closeness that he craved incessantly. His gaze lingered over Luthen's reddened features, the boy's blush settling over either cheek like cherry-colored frost. His confession had slipped unnoticed from his mouth, his own face lighting up and deepening further as the younger boy's quiet compliment wrapped around him. 'Innocent'. His reaction was light, but those few words meant much more to him than he divulged. He breathed out slowly as the other's voice resonated quietly around him. Wow, more than one, his smile was evident in his tone, I'll definitely be looking forward to it. He felt complete, his knitted fingers resting against the small of the younger boy's back as he matched his quiet breaths with Luthen's. Thanks for that; it's .. it's nice to hear something positive for once. Still a little weird, but I think I could get used to it. He smiled, but the laugh that had begun to form was choked down as his breath caught at the feeling of the younger boy's soft fingertips ghosting across his chest. He shivered under the other's touch, his mind opting to focus moreso on the absentminded trail of Luthen's wandering fingers instead of the conversation taking place. He returned the other's soft smile and ran a hand through the younger boy's dark hair fondly, separating the silken strands that had stuck together as it'd dried. His half-lidded haze fell slowly, watching the still stains adorning the hem of the other's shirt. He couldn't have cared less what had become of the navy blue piece of clothing, and he wasn't sure what made him comment on it in any way. Why'd I.. it doesn't even matter. Stupid. Stupid stu- His self-directed chastisement deteriorated as he felt arms around his neck, his mouth suddenly dry as the other's voice fell hot against his ear. He felt himself flush at his quick response, hiding his reddened features against Luthen's neck as his hands trailed slowly over the other's back. His heart hammered at an almost unhealthy speed as the younger boy's breathless words washed against him, and he struggled to resist the way his fingers began to tighten on the fair skin beneath them as small shivers traveled down Luthen's body. The high whine that emitted from the other sparked through him, his face staining itself an intense shade of red as an involuntary groan escaped him. Oh god.. what the hell was that..? He cursed inaudibly under his breath, denying the way his remaining articles of clothing suddenly felt the least bit uncomfortable. He knew his stammering reaction to Luthen's words sounded stupid, but he let it go as he pushed the other's shirt over Luthen's head hesitantly before turning his attention to the younger boy's scarred skin. He sucked in a breath as he felt the boy's hands return to his chest, placing his own over Luthen's as his eyes lingered over each of the other's wounds. Most seemed years old, healed over time until they were nothing more than pale scores criss-crossing across the younger boy's chest and stomach. He doubted his own marks seemed as captivating, the way they tangled and overlapped until they almost hid the chalky-white, lucent skin underneath. But grief replaced the quiet admiration in his icy eyes as his gaze fell over the unhealed wound he knew he'd inflicted. He was oblivious to the way the younger boy stiffened at his touch, his eyes raising to meet Luthen's only to find a pained expression that made his heart nearly stop. I swore I'd stop worrying.. He exhaled slowly, his gaze falling as he forced himself to let it go only to have his attention brought to the shirt lying beside him. That he'd practically ripped off without permission. His apology was rushed, sheepish, but his flow of words faltered as Luthen's head slowly shook. "You didn't have to ask". His heart leapt to his throat, the heat curling around the bottom of his stomach constricting as he returned the younger boy's smile. His brow knitted in soft concern as Luthen's gaze fell, placing a hand gently on either of the boy's hips. He blinked at the younger boy as Luthen's gaze returned to his, tilting his head faintly into the hand resting against his cheek. He forgot to breathe as Luthen leaned toward him carefully, his heart racing and his eyes flitting closed as the younger boy's soft lips were pressed against his. Time seemed nonexistent as he drew in the warmth flooding through him, the taste of the younger boy, the cool fabric against his back. And then Luthen was pulling away. He opened his eyes slowly to find the other's golden gaze reflecting a warmth that radiated over him, and he felt himself tremble as the boy's whispered words washed against him. "I love you". It was different somehow from the times he'd heard it before, as if now he was learning something Luthen had never shared before. A small smile crossed his features, endearment etched into his every feature. Words died in his throat no matter how hard he tried to form them, and so instead he leaned forward, his back arching slightly away from the couch behind him as he recaptured the other's lips gently, delicately. He couldn't resist the desire to touch, to trail across the soft grooves of the younger boy's scars and skim the concaves and convexes of Luthen's defined form with feather-light touches. To be closer. Every imperfection the other boy displayed, every cut and scar that adorned Luthen's bare chest and stomach, only made him that much fonder, only made him fall that much more in love with the younger boy. Because it made him unique, real. He pulled away slowly, reluctantly, remembering to breathe as he rested the side of his face against Luthen's jaw and traced first one side and then the other of the defined 'x' across the other's chest. Luthen... The word was breathed as quietly as the younger boy's had been, a hand smoothing over the other's thigh as the other followed the subtle slope at the inside of the boy's hip. I know I worry too much.. I just.. He dipped to place a small kiss against the rise of the younger boy's sloping collar bone, pressing his hot forehead against the other's creamy skin. He breathed slowly, deeply, his warm breath rolling across Luthen's bare chest as he carefully explored, admired, tracing dips and curves almost reverently. He could barely feel more than hear the younger boy's heart beating evenly in the silence that had settled. I love you so much..

when no one's left to take your side.

For: Kai's Luthen <3
Notes: -cough-ohyouregoingdownsohardpeopleinchinawillfeelit-cough- hurhur x3 Lol I've underestimated Luth's geniousness ohoho. Yus, his manipulative powers sneak up on you like a stalker in the night! haha! I'm gonna force him to be real dangat D< Lawl jk you're too cute to force Luth bby <33 Lol Luthen used 'sexy', wild J is confused! Gotta catch 'em all! (hahaha too much cake at dinner roflrofl) Baww stupid geography, but yaaay your muse came back and delivered this piece of word-candy <3 I'm sorry, I'm getting slower and slower lol.. I didn't have a computer this week but now I do ha! And wut don't hurt meee this post is awful I know. -fail'd- I had to hurry lol. Hee and thank you, I actually found the icon just like that on LJ, blueness and everything! O:
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