- - I did not chose, I was born, this is what I am. / 𝖥𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖲𝖸 𝖮𝖢.
𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖷.
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His cheek and to the tip of his chin.
Although his head was lowered, gaze diverting from her. “My Empress. Forgive me. I am weak and frail.”
From the others
—- @sybella.sunder.my
Her gentle tug brings him out of a stalwart stance, and the stoic look that pained his face began to fade when he realized where exactly he was. Quickly, Knox went to one knee before her. A small tear broke from his right eye, carving its way down (c)
𝑆er 𝐷unk.
𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖷.
𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖷.
"We don't think much of ants, 'til they're the size of houses and burnin' down the forests. The desert is our home... and we're losin' that, too."
