Collage Diaries 17Collage Diaries 17Emil and his partner had stayed behind while everyone else left to explore the streets of Chottsym. The monument Allistor had led them to was actually a homage to a mysterious line of events that happened in some lost fairytales known as “Dragonfall.” Where the origins of Dragonfall came from were commonly unknown to most tourists, though Emil fondly remembers hearing some stories when he was a child.“It’s very intimidating,” said his traveling companion, Raivis Galante, a timid and fidgety boy who wasn’t even eighteen years old yet. His parents had to sign off on a contract for him to come here, he explained, nearly resulting in him being unable to take this tour to Eliatha University’s sister school. “I get the feeling that the dragon is going to come alive or something.”“It’s made of stone,” Emil logically told him. “It’s not going to just spring to life.” An appreciator of
Germany x Reader ~Blotches~~Blotches~Even the finest of strokes wavered off in the most unexpected of trails. It was a step off the path from acquiring perfection. Mistake after mistake. Dark dot, splitter splatter.He had only asked once why you chose to work with ink. Not one with notable artistic qualities, he could only offer his speculations and criticism from time to time, and that was only when you asked for it. These days, the questions wavered and faded in and out of existence like the conversations you exchanged. Lively walls that once fluttered with voices muted and died along with everything else in this drab living space.The perfection still haunted you like the orderliness of your house. He kept everything spotless, not a single speck of dust to be found even between the corners of books no longer worth reading or referencing. Some entries had been put away long ago and forgotten but never discarded, meticulously scribed like a computer database from centuries of experiences passed.To keep every
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