#maloretsevedit

kate's 365 days of male characters

And so, when I was knee-deep in trench mud, rifle in hand, that’s what I’d picture. Some hopeful place. A place we could go if we survived. And I thought about chances I regretted not taking. Why not take them now then?

“What am I?” he whispered. He was close to me now. The scent I knew so well, that dark green scent of the meadow, was lost beneath the smell of sweat and blood. “Am I your guardian? Your friend? Your servant?”

“Tell me what I am.”

a Nikolai gif set a day keeps the nichevo'ya away

@usergif​​ back to cool event: challenge 5 - growth

But those dreams belonged to a girl, not to the Sun Summoner, not to a Saint.

+ my first attempt