#flightlesswarrior

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“... What’s this thing? Lemme jus’...

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She’s pale, shaking, and had just thrown the book across the room.

“... G-gotta hide th-that... O-or destroy it, th-that’ll work too...”

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"Wh--?!”

Laine’s face immediately flushed red, and she stiffened in the angel’s arms. Her body temperature rose, heat flashing from her body. “U-um.... A-any particular reason yer doin’ this...?”

Not that I mind too much, I guess...

*whispers* I ship it-

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(... You know, I tried to do a little joke here. You know, calling you a loser and a nerd when I mean the exact opposite. Something dumb like that.

But... I just want to be sincere a moment.

When I first met you, I never thought you would even look twice at me. You were this big, popular blog when you showed up on my dash, and what was I? A dumb OC blog that was--I believe--barely past a hundred followers and still had no idea what the hell roleplaying even was. I thought I was just going to watch you like I did some other blogs that didn’t follow me back.

... Then I talked to you. And you followed me back.

And then we just talked more and more, and grew closer together as friends... until it was far past friendship.

I could go on about your blogs for days--how well you write characters, how deeply you analyze them, your great plot ideas, etc.--but I’ve mentioned all of this before. You know I love your blogs.

But you, Somari... that’s what I love the most about the blogs you run. It’s you.

Call me horribly sappy, but it’s true. I love how kind you are, how open you are, how passionate, how understanding... How smart and analytical and funny you are... I could go on. Especially now, since a lot’s been happening to me... You’ve stuck with me, even when I complain a lot. You’re there for me, and you know I can power through this year. And you have no idea how much I’m grateful for that.

Great blogs, great characters, great writing, and an absolutely lovely mun.

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Up ahead was Laine, but something seemed... off about her. She was hunched over, as though trying to make herself smaller, and quivering where she stood. Footsteps caused her to whip around. She looked pale and sickly... almost gray, even. Her arms were wrapped around herself, and her eyes darted around wildly.

“O-oh.... I-it’s you...” Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “D-do.... d-do you n-need something?” Laine let out a sort of pained, terrified noise and stepped back, burying her face in her hands. “I-I’m sorry for asking...!”

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“Shut your fucking mouth, grayface.

Said it before, didn’t I? D’you think I give a rat’s ass where Dark Pit came from? I don’t care that he’s a clone of someone else. It doesn’t fucking matter. Jus’ ‘cause he came from someone else doesn’t mean ‘e is that person.

He’s more than jus’ a clone, dipshit. ‘E’s... ‘e’s understandin’, can be pretty nice, doesn’t judge me fer what I did... Hell, he still agreed t’date me even after I told ‘im I’m a goddamn murderer! Dark Pit’s his own person, an’ if ya wanna say otherwise, I ain’t above beatin’ grays.

... Wouldn’t say I’m ‘in love’ wit’im. Mean.... I-I like ‘im a lot, yeah, but ‘in love’...? Think that’s a bit much fer me... But I ain’t ashamed t’say that I like ‘im.

Now fuck off, grayface.”