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That Game... ::FinlandxReader Drabble::"Oh, Tino, I read something about Finnish Championship games the other day. Is it true that they throw cellphones as one of the games?" You looked up from your laptop towards the Finnish boy beside you. He, in turn, casted you a confused look. You giggled and looked back at your computer, going to find the article. "I was actually looking up something for my college course and then I got sidetracked on deviantArt, but then I saw a picture someone drew with people throwing phones."
Tino let out a realization laugh and nodded, looking up at the ceiling as he leaned back. "Oh yeah, there's definitely those games in my homeland. Come to think of it, there really isn't any other country with such weird games! I can't think of any other country!" He laughed again, which caused you to laugh as well.
"Did you ever participate in that game?"
Tino blinked and closed his eyes, racking his mind for if he actually did participate once. It couldn't have been that hard, could it? "Uhm I think I
.::AU::. RAGMIC Drabbles"What is that that you're drawing, Cheyenne?" Arthur peeked over the girl's shoulder, who was currently sketching a drawing in her notebook.
Cheyenne immediately turned bright red and pressed the notebook to her chest, looking forward to avoid eye contact with the man behind her. "N-Nothing!"
Arthur eyed her with an intrigued look before sighing and sitting down beside her. He turned his head to look at her face, smiling to himself as he did so. "You know, if your drawings are that private, you could always tell me to stop peeking over your shoulder."
"W-Well " Cheyenne was speechless; Arthur was right, once again. With a sigh, she pulled the notebook from her chest and looked down at the drawing with a small smile, her cheeks still tinted slightly red. " I was actually planning on showing you this one. It's one of the pictures I've worked really hard on, and I'm actually quite proud with this." She averted her eyes towards the British man beside her, whose eyebrows were rais
.::AU::. A Night Time JogAllison slammed her head upon the desk, groaning loudly out of frustration. "Why must this dumb college give us so much homework!?"
Yes, it may be Allison's last year in college, and yes, the college may be a high class school, but nobody could ever fathom why it gave so much homework in one night. It's worse than senior year in high school, and that year was quite torturous! Allison was getting a headache from thinking about graduating and whatever it may be that she does after leaving college. With a sigh, she stood up and threw her pencil on the desk. "If I can't do my homework, then I might as well do something productive!"
Pulling her hair into a ponytail, Allison trudged down the stairs and grabbed her sweatshirt off of the coat hanger. She still lived in her apartment with her older brother, Arthur, because they lived close enough to the college to walk there every day. She stopped by the front door and bent down to put on her converse, having troubles lacing up the strings. "Go
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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