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Klaes • Gone Tomorrow

I would love to share more of them with you but sometimes I get a little embarrassed ;; would you be willing to do a Q&A? :D

i wish tumblr didnt stretch images but ok

outside his cottage, the warmth of spring melts away the snow-covered mountains, with lush meadows and fields of flowers bursting into color as streams merge into rivers. minnows dart back and forth as dragonflies rest on pondside foliage. the smell of grass is fresh on the air, and every morning klaes loves nothing more than to take it all in, breathing in the scent of it all. he remembers, five or so years ago, when he first struck out on his own — travelling far away from his family in search of something else — something more. he didn't know what it was back then. heck, he didn't know much anything at all, but things are different now. the sound of birdsong greets his ears as he steps outside, and the air is warm with sunlight.

it's true; he's never been more content in his life. up in the mountains and free from the trivialities of the life behind him. still, sometimes he wishes for one thing — nothing much, really: just someone to share it all with.

not a lover — not necessarily. but someone to coexist with. someone to spend the summer days in sun with, someone to huddle close to by a fire. someone to talk to. someone to share stories with, to spin tales late into the northern nights as stars hang overhead. someone to wear all those marigold crowns he's made over the years, drying like wreathes above his fireplace. someone who knows all his favorite ballads, word for word, and someone who'll humor him when he asks them to sing, no matter how bad they are.

he wants someone whose heart still beats the way a child's would, fluttering at the sense of wonder surrounding them. all the little moments of his life blur into blissful nostalgia, like his favorite stories of days long gone by. he's not lonely — not exactly. but wouldn't it be nice to hear the sound of another's laughter with his own, when he recounts all those moments? the minute details of a life he wants to badly to share? to laugh, to live, to be with someone and bear witness to beauty around them —