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SABINE NUDGED THE MUSTANG’S DOOR CLOSED WITH HER FOOT, beanie askew and arms full. In the crook of one, she carried a tidy basket with a white and a rosé, and the other a blanket she’d borrowed months ago. Even in the fading light of winter, she left the car windows down. If anyone asked, she was just fond of fresh air. The longer reason was that her grandmother used to do the same, insisting it was best for her skin. Of course, that had been during her summer visits home, but old habits die hard.

A whimper sounded from the backseat. And there was the other reason she’d been keeping the windows down. ❛ Vieni, Georgie, ❜ she called over her shoulder, a gentle thud in the gravel followed by rapid footsteps confirming that the puppy had followed her lead and leapt through the open window. It was her mother’s idea to train the dog in Italian — 'Immersion, it’ll be good for you.' Only her mother would be concerned with making sure her thirty-something-year-old daughter remained a polyglot.  She was still adjusting to having a dog around, but one look at the puppy behind the gate at the shelter had been enough to win her over. They had just emerged on the other side of a lengthy crate training stage, which Kick’s blanket had made possible. Who knew a fluffy throw was enough to trick a puppy into believing she was in a cave?  

The two made their way around the back of the main house, careful to avoid running into Mr. Cross. It had happened a handful of times, and needless to say she wasn’t eager to discuss her family’s 'legacy'. ❛ Kit, we’re letting ourselves in. ❜ She didn't wait for an answer before awkwardly shifting her burdens into one arm and digging in her pocket for her key. It wasn’t difficult to distinguish the glistening brass from the others on her ring, although that hadn’t stopped Kick from giving her an elaborate key charm to distinguish it. 

Georgia was inside and making herself comfortable on the couch within seconds of the door opening. For her part, Sabine made her way to the counter to begin unpacking the wines. ❛ Thanks for the blanket, you’re a lifesaver. ❜

𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 — mio imada fc.   [she/her]  1997  /  child of asclepius.

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𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐍 ‘𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒’ 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀 — dew jirawat fc.   [he/they]   1999  /  child of harmonia.

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It s’been a pleasure and mad luck wakin’ up to this nordic view every morning these past coupla’ weeks; with you either at my side or halfway on top, sleep warm and prob’ly hungover from the night before. Though we might be back in Japan now, m’holding you to every single word. We got the tattoos to prove it! 

Gleðilegt Nýtt Ár!

Stood there with the flames lickin’ our skin and fireworks over head. Icelandic folks sure know how to bring in a new year, that’s for fuckin’ sure. Always loved the tradition. Burning all the shit from the old year so you don’t go into the new one with any of it? That’s my kinda’ party. @tokyoxrose made some of the funniest faces when the fireworks started, you’d think she’d never seen the stuff before.