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Drabble; Lachrimosa
2010-09-21 23:00 Lacrimosa
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A/N: This is my comfort, this is my solace. This tastes like home and smells of dust and all the damned noisy things that make me crave what I always wanted – to belong. It might be OOC for Nagant and Browning, but that’s what I love about this piece—it’s the type of moment I want them to have.
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In a busy world where the world itself seems to be wearing running shoes, any solace is welcome. For children, it is their homes, for adults it is the land of sleep, where there is no one to impress, no one to fear and nothing to do.
( Adrian wondered if she had a twin. )
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A/N: This is my comfort, this is my solace. This tastes like home and smells of dust and all the damned noisy things that make me crave what I always wanted – to belong. It might be OOC for Nagant and Browning, but that’s what I love about this piece—it’s the type of moment I want them to have.
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In a busy world where the world itself seems to be wearing running shoes, any solace is welcome. For children, it is their homes, for adults it is the land of sleep, where there is no one to impress, no one to fear and nothing to do.
( Adrian wondered if she had a twin. )
