Sunsets From My Backyard From A Couple Years Ago

River tour of San Antonio, TX

Part 1

Hearst Castle

Part 3/?

"What is love?" The universe asks at the end of the first week, in a world where ones cannot live without their others.

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"Care." Impulse replies. "Communication. Defending them with all your worth and trusting they'll do the same."

"And a clock." Bdubs adds earnestly, hanging off Impulse's arm as he places a hand over the clock he keeps by his heart like a wedding ring.

Impulse looks at him and smiles, sunny and fond and full of life. "And a clock."

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"Understanding," Tango says, rubbing an awkward hand over his upper arm, where explosion scars lay hidden beneath his sleeve, "and a willingness to work it out."

"Acceptance, I think," Jimmy offers lightly, drifting to his side and placing a warm hand on his scarred upper arm, "and unconditional support."

Tango cracks a grin, light dancing in yellow eyes. "Oh, I like the sound of that."

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"Perfect, if I do say so myself!" Ren declares brightly, wrapping an arm around BigB and drawing him close to his side as they overlook their box of a base.

"Kind," BigB says in agreement, leaning into the motion and beaming, "and everything I could've wanted."

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"Chaotic." Etho settles on, laughter thick in his voice.

"I think you mean fun," Joel retorts, resting his elbow on his shoulder with a cheeky grin, "and mutually beneficial."

"Or mutually detrimental," Etho corrects him with a snicker, shrugging his arm off, "but we're stuck together, either way."

Joel chuckles, nudging Etho's side a little too hard and feeling the pinch in his own. "Isn't that part of the fun?"

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"Difficult." Grian huffs as treks through the woodland with his hand tight around Scar's, before dropping to a gentler mumur. "Unbelievable and very, very difficult."

"Overrated!" Scar laughs, but he silences and softens as Grian steadies him when he trips over nothing. They continue walking, and he confesses to himself, under his breath and carefully hopeful. "Laughter, warmth and loyalty, in that order."

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"A choice." Cleo insists sourly, folding her arms over her chest, steadfast in her decision and thrumming with a stranger's pain. "A bond built on something real, and not expectation."

"Free." Scott muses simply from beside her, looking up at the sky and scorning the asker.

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"A load of nonsense, that's what it is!" Martyn complains as he storms off alone, bitter and self-righteous, knuckles bruised and aching from his own fists. He falters in his march with a grimace, rubbing at his chest, where it feels like something is missing, and he adds, quieter, "...and painful."

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Pearl doesn't answer for a long moment. She stares after Martyn's retreating back, at where Scott once stood, and then down at her hands.

Finally, she sighs as her vision wobbles, and she whispers, tentative and fragile, "I wouldn't know."

Uhhhhh extremely short fic iggg???

Aiugdajhdakjfb I’m very bad at writing but I really want to express one of the ideas that I have for Welsjev. Sorry for the horrible wording I didn’t score very well on my IETLS writing test. Badly wrote this in class aughhh

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Another day has begun on the server as the sun shined down on Joe’s hut at the spawn area. The Hermitssissippi river, which circled around the hut, passing lazily and peacefully.

Jevin slid out of his comfy bed. Although he was a hardworking person, he did not dare to claim to be the first to be awake.

The blue slimy guy stepped out onto the porch, stretched out his shoulders comfortably, and waved to Xisuma, who was swimming in the cool blue water as a part of his morning exercise.

Jevin quickly finished his breakfast with a plate of cookies dipped in warm milk and then took a small jog alongside the riverbank, toward Welsknight’s rustic wooden house.

He stopped as he walked to the front door, picked up a small potted plant nearby to get a spare house key, allowing himself inside.

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