Hope is for presidents and dreams are for people who are sleeping
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Ooc — Ryan
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August 07, 2016, 05:07 PM
Of course, she was ignorant of the Sun God as all were who arrived on the border. Her heart, however, had obviously been hardened against Him. The Heartless One had claim over her soul, it was clear to see. She went on and Hiram hoped that her soul could somehow be saved, but as he continued to listen -- his hopes were dashed against the rocks.
Fairytails.
His gaze hardened with anger. He needed hear no more. "You speak blasphemy against our God and you expect to make your home here?" As, fucking, if. The Cardinal only had two more words for her, and they were as follows: a clear and decisive, "Get out."
Fairytails.
His gaze hardened with anger. He needed hear no more. "You speak blasphemy against our God and you expect to make your home here?" As, fucking, if. The Cardinal only had two more words for her, and they were as follows: a clear and decisive, "Get out."
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Creeping in my soul - by Slate - August 05, 2016, 01:52 PM
RE: Creeping in my soul - by Reek - August 06, 2016, 01:05 PM
RE: Creeping in my soul - by Slate - August 06, 2016, 01:23 PM
RE: Creeping in my soul - by Reek - August 06, 2016, 01:37 PM
RE: Creeping in my soul - by Slate - August 06, 2016, 01:56 PM
RE: Creeping in my soul - by Reek - August 07, 2016, 05:07 PM