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Malec: WoundFour hours.More Like This
It should have been four hours ago that Alexander Lightwood should have stepped through the door of the High Warlock's flat in Brooklyn, prepared for their date.
But still, he wasn't there.
Magnus gave up sending his boyfriend text messages because he didn't got any answers from the other seven yet, so this would be a waste of his free texts. Sighing, he stood up from the pink couch where he waited most of the time, heading for the bedroom to change his clothes. They had planned to have a nice dinner at an Ifrit restaurant in Brooklyn, so Magnus was dressed in formal black trousers, a white shirt with an elegant golden bowtie a
Malec: Wedding"You look good." Magnus said to his boyfriend when he entered the room.More Like This
Alec looked down at himself, at the black suit he wore, highlighted with a green yellow tie that matched Magnus's eyes, while Magnus's tie matched the color of Alec's.
"Thanks." He answered, pacing to the warlock and adjusting his tie because it hung a bit loosely "You do too."
"It's a great day for wedding." Watching out of the window, Alec saw what Magnus was referring to. It was indeed a lovely day. The blue sky was dotted with small clouds but the sun avoided them expertly, shining with all of its power and fresh breezes made the green leaf dance.
Alec walked over
Castellano vs espanyolMore Like This
Español vs Castellano
Cóctel de opinión y reflexiones. Una parte de historia, otra de lingüística y dos de sentido común.Agítese antes de usar y sírvase en mente fría. Consulte a sus antepasados.
Por algún motivo que se me escapa, mi utilización del lenguaje en este medio acaba siendo, tarde o temprano, motivo de polémica. Primero fue el uso del término "desviación" para referirme inequívocamente a las obras o trabajos alojados en deviantArt —algo que resulta extrañamente ofensivo para algun@s compañer@s que insisten en utiliza
Taking a Shallow Breath- Ch 10More Like This
"And let us all rejoice again, on Christmas Day! On Christmas day! And let us all rejoice again, on Christmas Day in the morning!"
"Thanks, Sir Cadogan. I didn't know 'I Saw Three Ships' had nine verses," replied Rose, hoping he would take a hint and stop singing.
"Hush, thou knave in maiden's clothing! You are to stay silent for your punishment! Now, another song I rather enjoy goes something like this! On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, a puffskein in a pear tree!" he san
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