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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ she is strong but she is a child / she is a child she is a child children should not have to fight to be young ❞
M.H.W / YUKI.
﹙ chapter nine, act i ; visceral﹚ mara cayden.
northern island, the arena. july, 70 att.
THE SUN RISES STEADILY, DOUSING THE PARADISE IN A WARM GLOW. It dips up from the horizon, making its way higher and higher; golden rays fanning over the arena, filtering through the leaves and sparkling off the sea like thousands of tiny citrines. With the first light, everything is peaceful but not silent; birdsong laces the air, insects chirp, and a gentle breeze rustles the trees, which lulls Mara out of her shallow sleep. For a moment she wonders, eyes half open and slow with sleep, if she is in heaven, blinking the blue spots from her vision and sighing deeply.
