#rubello

#Inktober Day 18: Filthy. "We can all learn something from Saint Rubello" ... "Breathe fire?" #ink #Inktober2017 #brush #brushpen #doodle #drawing #sketch #sketchbook #art #artist #artistsofinstagram #artistsofig #nitw #Nightober #nightinthewoods #saintrubello #statue #rubello

Rubello

Tra il #monte #rubello ed il Monte Massaro, lungo la Strada #panoramicazegna, sulle alture di #valdilana, salendo dalla frazione Zegna verso #bielmonte, con gli #abeti 🌲🌲sovraccarichi di #neve ❄️❄️ #ciaspolando con le #ciaspole ai piedi in piena solitudine. #biellaturismo #biellese #biella #igbiella #igbiellavercelli #funghimagazine #bielladamare #piemonte #piemontedascoprire #piemonteturismo #50sfumaturedibiella #alpi #alps #alpes #alpibiellesi (presso Panoramica Zegna) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKDonhtMOSw/?igshid=11skvf5h3xamu

Tra il #monte #rubello ed il Monte Massaro, lungo la Strada #panoramicazegna, sulle alture di #valdilana, salendo dalla frazione Zegna verso #bielmonte, con gli #abeti 🌲🌲sovraccarichi di #neve ❄️❄️ #ciaspolando con le #ciaspole ai piedi in piena solitudine. #biellaturismo #biellese #biella #igbiella #igbiellavercelli #funghimagazine #bielladamare #piemonte #piemontedascoprire #piemonteturismo #50sfumaturedibiella #alpi #alps #alpes #alpibiellesi (presso Panoramica Zegna) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKDonhtMOSw/?igshid=11skvf5h3xamu

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The navy-haired doctor’s eyes were extremely weary. The long hours of visiting patients and making rounds were definitely beginning to take their toll on his appearance. If the dark circles below his onyx eyes weren’t confirmation enough, the third cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand and his disheleved hair were definitely proof of his toils. It had been a long twenty-four hours, and he was more than a little snippy this time around. Extra emergency patients meant more work, more spending time here at Caduceus instead of being at his office at the Cumberland Institute. And that, Albert thought, was inexcusable. As the door to his small office opened, Dr. Sartre looked up from his desk, pen lingering in one hand as he placed down his cup of coffee. The sight of the light-haired young woman made his stomach clench for a moment. It made him internally happy to see her face, even more elated to see her smile. And he could see her work taking its toll too; her smiles were beginning to lose their charm on him as they once did. Or perhaps that was him eminating his own exhaustion on the poor girl. …Erm, young woman. She had grown, he had to constantly remind himself. He would have no leeway now, no reason to get away with his once test subject again, she was intelligent and shining now. A medical assistant working right alongside himself in the world’s best medical coalition. That was worth some credit, and though he loved the girl, some feelings of ill resentment still lingered behind the weak smile Dr. Sartre flashed her way as she peeked around his door. “Do come in, dear,” his voice was a bit rough in tone, yet soft in volume. He dropped his pen to his desk and stretched his arms in front of him with a link of his fingers, dark eyes never leaving the pale Rosalia in his doorframe.