#hatyara

Hatyara (1977). This construction reminds me of when my Latin prof stated that English has no future pluperfect tense, and the whole class started chorusing elaborate sentences along the lines of “When class will have been over, we shall be grateful.

          " Why are you out in the cold, Monsieur?                       Come inside the kitchen by the fire.                   There's some bread, too, if you're hungry. "

❝I̛ ̵c̶a̸ǹ s͡e̸n͘se̛ ỳo̴u̢r̸ r̛e̢s̨il͡ienc͢e͟ ̴d͟es̛pi͝te̕    y̸ou̴r͞ ̕i͜m͜p͡a͞i҉r̸m͘en͡t,͜ ͟chi͡ld.̡❞

✦; "Yeah, I want you---to model for me."

                "... ekvan? are you--" a quiet pause. ekvan's eyes                        are looking straight at him. there's color in them-- a beautiful                        green that the prince could never forget. words are forgotten                        on the tip of his tongue. his cheeks glow white in their stead--                        his body speaks for him.                         this is the first time he's been seen by the other. bashfully,                        vega attempts to hide his long pointy ears by tucking them                        down.                        "... hi," the prince greets shyly, as if he's been waiting for this                        moment ever since they've met.

           "What's the occasion?" She asks, lightly touching the blue flower nestled in her blonde hair.