Those Days...
those moments kind of suck.
Those That Bind
"yeah, didn't he wipe out a battalion or two of those things by himself?" yuli was sure that was a rumor, but he did kill many in all of his campaigns. that much was certain. jean sighed, "i'm a war hero too..."
Those Sundays
. © arian mabe / amethyst mare **those sundays** ** ** a welcoming shade slants far across the ruffled air of the stable block, where swallows wheel and nest no loss with earthen love, from poll to dock.
Part One - Whispering Shadows
I want to destroy all our enemies and kill all those treacherous subhumans, that hide in the woods. all those wanted by the inquisition: dragons, gryphons and even those unthinking barbarians with sharp ears, that dare to walk on two legs like us.
Those Who Waited
Kilkaja was aware that he was not sage material despite his empathic powers, and he was certainly not a leader, but those did not matter.
dont read those
"don't read those." clydan, obvious embarrassment in his tone, tries not to show it in his eyes. dreamily, rhue smiles, ignoring that the papers are removed from his hold. "don't ya worry. i'm just thinking its kinda" and he dares say it.
Those Stubborn Similitudes
Soldotna looked away, smiling (but still scared, still shaken ... from having fought those wasps). "yeah ... okay. i'll vouch for you. not that it'll make any difference. my opinion doesn't carry much weight around here." "and why's that?"
Those three words
those three words.
Those Loving Steps
That we sought out for an escape, and we found it now, we are both cages of our own heart, our own hate with the steps of love walking up that golden brick road echos could be heard across the fields of ages to paradise i wish we had never taken those
Behind Those Mountains
. ## behind those mountains where were they when the sun settled behind those mountains dressed in smoke and dust? that small stream of shimmering water, finding its way past cultrate rocks and blackened tree trunks.
Senses Fail Those in Hell
The heat seems to lick my eyes, jumping in My soul, boiling my mind like the meat it Has been, useless like matrimony, sin. The smell of butane fills the air, my brain, Holes driven in my skin, my dark blood drips On the floor, the beat that...
Not Another One of Those Days
I cry and laugh, something i forgot how to do a long time ago, but it just... it's just not one of those days. it's completely different. it's like a second chance.