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.Get Over It."He was like a solider; a very young solemn solider almost too young to be so serious without any vestige of a grin or laugh...and I believe I know why he is caged in, so earnest...because every time he has to be cautious not only for himself, but for other people. Praying, begging mournfully to know why it hurts to be looked at upon judgmental eyes, to know how not be afraid of those beasts. But the only best rueful answer he could get was: you'll live. Get over it. But never to believe those foolish words, the inside of him did not." -Lloyd Grimmett (Ninth Hero)
.Bookmarks."You're becoming schizophrenic, Nico, I need you to come upstairs." Instead of grasping her grasping him, he gotten a hold of her wrist. Sadden spans of salt water staring at her, motionless in the movement of a storm, the unbidden words shocking her.
"You disgust me." His hand contracted on her skin, surely to leave fingerprint bruises on her but she tried not to look like she minded.
"I opened up to you and then you just somehow placed a bookmark into our love, left, came back and found the significant page ripped out. You didn't dare try to find it; trying to fix it with something new. I hate you for that."
"You don't know what your talking about, Nico-" She would have tried to settle him down but something exasperated him, her voice helpless and feeble.
"You should here yourself."
"And I thought I could trust you."
He let out a humorless laugh, "you shouldn't."
.Think About Me.Their hands were clasped together, but she was feeling rather schizophrenic; who was doing this act, herself or him?
She could feel his fingers lace through hers as they remained unexposed to the uproarious crowd of Panem. Danielle let out an exasperated ponderous sigh, consuming all the oxygen to regain her composure, her grip growing uncomfortably tighter.
Nico glances at her with that lusty yet trying-to-look-bashful-look at her, tucks a stranded hair behind her ear and levels to her ear.
"Just think about me," he whispers, "naked."
Age| 22 Hm Yrs.
Height| 6'0 @ Shoulder
Sexual Orientation| Heterosexual
Body Type/Build| Fluffy, heavy
Fur Tone| Russetish brown
Eye Color| Orange
Mane Color| Reddish
Markings, Ect.| Husky like markings
Enemies| No one
Favorites/Likes| Peace and quiet, no arguments or disputes
Most Hated/Dislikes| Violence
They're most at ease when| Content, most of the time
Most ill at ease when| Depends
Best Characteristic| Remains with his composure
Worst Characteristic| Eh
Strengths| Could be rebellious in war
Weaknesses| Loosing something he relies on
Hobbies/Interests| Just pacing around, mining his own buiness
Regrets| Regrets are his regrets
Religious Beliefs| Since he belongs to the Tribe Landric, he believen the lengendary/god Landric
Fetishes/Strange Behaviors| None
Attitude Towards Death| Doesn't look forward to it
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