Storing it here. 
Czech. 
Ownfic. 
A few will know.

( Just a peak though the broken glass into Ghelen.... )

 The title... it has only because I couldn't think of anything else.... 
Written... don't even know why. 
It's about William. 
...Mostly.

It's only the flow of words ... out of my mind. 591 of them.

Description? Just.... read..

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( This way... )

 Just pieces which need to be archived. 
Originally written for Scope. 
Only the things you have read already, I'm sorry.  Nothing more.

( The Raven and The Flame )

 For scopí, protoze ja to sem predtim zapomnela dat a hrozne se omlouvam.

( Erebri )

Came to my mind as I opened a window today... 
And it is surprisingly long. 
Not long at all, though, just longer than I use to write.

It's only a shard. 
Az-concerned.

I'll need to draw that sight of Gharion, just, tomorrow, today I am really very tired and it will be a complicated drawing.

You will probably not understand it a word, if I've never ( Read more... )

Came to me during Slovak lesson. 
Who'd listen to that bullshit when they can ignore it and write.

It's just a drabble. Short, short, short. 
But longer than what is usually short for me. ...Or maybe not.

Written in CZ. I am sorry.
And no beta.

( Violet and white )

Came to my mind yesterday. 
I was listening to Violent Dreams by Die Happy... and somehow I just had to write this, and couldn't stop until it was finished.

It's written in Nathan's point of view. 
Another shard. 
Just a piece of the puzzle.

(I have drawn him. It's not finished, just a wip screen, I'm going to color it.
here.)
This time, it is not in CZ ( Read more... )

OF.
Kus drabblu co na me prisel ve skole v hodine svk *misto poslouchani nudnych kecu ucitelky o slovenske basnicke moderne, ano, svedomite davam pozor*.... Bez pairingu, jen proste Irasiel a Nathan *sakra! nemam jeste barevne nakresleneho Natea!* .

Je mirne... morbidni.
Takze nevhodna pro vsechny co me posilaji do hajzlu s morbidnim humorem....
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Sitting by the table, he’s watching the burnt flesh of his hands.
Thinking.
“It hurts.” he says silently with almost no interest.
“Of course it hurts, you idiot, it’s burnt.” replies the white-haired man angrily.
“Why... fuck, why did you even put your stupid hands into that stupid sun? You feel some need to be burnt or what?”
“I was just ( Read more... )

Keepers.
Those who will survive until the end of the world, until the end of time.
Those who keep the world alive.
Immortal kids of Mother Thea.
They can't die because their time is not moving.
At the end of the world their time will start to move backwards so they will die - and when the oldest one dies, Siel, Mother will die wih him and then the ( Read more... )