ElanusAxillaRis7

Aurora Borealis

Откуда мне знать, что страсть - это заразная болезнь， откуда я знаю, что страсть - это чума? 我怎知激情原是场传染， 我怎知情欲原是场疫病？ Я ей не завидую. Это не стоит моей печали. Жизнь - это простыня, кровать. Жизнь- это поцелуй и прыжок в водоворот. 我对她没有什么可嫉妒的。 这事儿没什么值得我难过！ 人生是床单一条，床一张。 人生是接吻并跳入漩涡。 ——С. А. 叶赛宁《唱吧，唱吧，伴着该死的吉他》

Max Verstappen zipped up his backpack and pulled down his flat-brimmed cap. The grating sound of the zipper made his classmates quickly lower their heads and steer clear of him. The weight of the books caused the 17-year-old's still slender shoulders to slump. He gripped the backpack strap with one hand, using unnecessary force, the veins bulging on his pale hand.

The school building's layout was illogical, with windows on the back, and a bit of dampness seeped from the corner, licking at Verstappen's overly long sneaker laces. The tip of his foot crushed the long-withered, gray moss at the entrance, and with one hand, he swung the backpack, stepping forcefully onto the boundary between the floor tiles and the steps.

"Be careful," a voice said, sounding quite young and pleasant, with a sticky French accent between words like sweet meat tearing apart into sugary strands, "your bag is about to hit my face."

Max frowned. He turned his head and frowned fiercely, his pupils dilating, his light-colored irises almost burned through by the fiercely golden afternoon sun: just as when he first saw the scar formed by the gunshot wound that had solidified into a black burn mark.

Max Verstappen拉上书包拉链，压低平檐帽，令人牙酸的咬合声令同学都匆匆低头从他身边绕开。书本重量让17岁少年仍然显得单薄的肩膀歪斜下去。他单手紧扣住背包带，用了不必要的力道，苍白的手背上青筋暴起。教学楼布局并不合理，窗户开在了背面，墙角渗出一点潮气舔舐着维斯塔潘运动鞋过长的鞋带。他的脚尖碾碎了门口早已枯萎成灰色的青苔，一只手甩起双肩包，用力踩到了地砖和台阶的分界线上。

“当心些，”一个声音说，听起来相当年轻和悦耳，单词间粘连的法语口音有如甜美的肉块扯开的糖丝，“你的包要甩到我脸上了。”

麦克斯皱起眉。他偏过头狠狠皱起眉而瞳孔放大，浅色的虹膜几乎被午后灿金色的阳光狠狠烧穿：正如他第一眼看到那个凝固着漆黑灼痕的枪伤所形成的瘢痕。

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I tried to translate some text, but my original text is still in Chinese. This may be inconvenient to read.

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Max is planning a shooting incident.Charles discovered him, but he was just a ghost - a soul.

Making my first Tumblr post with some art of bortapinto.I'm sharing some commissioned art of my beloved ship（I didn't draw it! I don't know how to draw, I only know how to write something😜） （If you want to know what I wrote, please take a look ⬇️ it may be difficult to read because it is written in Chinese😗）

The flowers🌸 on their suits are the national flowers of Brazil🇧🇷 (yellow ipê) and Argentina🇦🇷 (ceibo).