The difference
To see myself alone with no one it makes me think of bain not fun the peace two souls have are neat and all the love really just for the treat without the determination, the yearn of my nation the nation of wolves would be dead....
The Year of the Dragon
Oh, how he yearned for her.
My Christmas Miracle
I knew it back then_ _maybe i'm crazy, and i know it's been short so far..._ _but_my heart calls for you _every minute i think about you and how i yearn to feel your touch again_ _how i yearn to cuddle with you, to make your dreams come true_ _i cannot
Snow's Journal (Entry Four)
Urjora keeps looking over at khajiit; pensive and yearning. snow can read others; knows what they'll do and how they will react. urjora....khajiit cannot read...
Feyrahl, SF Ch 3.3
Yet in my heart a minstrel's fire burns,for in the court, my spirit always yearns. the gentle touch of friendship, or the ease of laughter shared: a comfort i can't seize.
We Cannot Save them All
**We Cannot Save Them All...** It all began on an unusually early spring day, Mag and his Platoon departed on a routine presence patrol on the streets of Gabahdad. The sun shone brightly as they left the wire, and Mag knew that the break of...
Werewolf woes
"to watch the moonrise and to give you and norgura a gift" when rad said the word moonrise tarn was filled with a funny feeling; like a yearning that he couldn't express.
Chapter 1: The Same Old Story
They were complex and frail, always pushing you to yearn for things you could not have and breaking you to pieces if you got them. story of everyone's life.
Sirius, the Shining Star (Remastered)
By the heavens, he yearned to see more!
Grad-Bash Part 12
His eyes bored a hole in my heart, yearning to be loved again. or so, i thought... "why?" i asked. "why what?" "why now? why have to apologize for something you should have never done in the first place?" my tone was calm, though i wanted to scream.
The Offering of the Fangs 3, chapter 7
But most lycca call me 'he-who-yearns-to-be-a-hero,' or 'he-who-yearns' for short..." “yeah, okay, well..." rose began as she took a few steps closer.
The Kitty (NOT by Edgar Allan Poe)
And to this day the cat is sitting, still is sitting; and me stuck with the floor and his yellow eyes have all the burning of a feline that is yearning to hold normality from returning and keeping watch o'er spirits soar and his sharp teeth shine