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IN SUMMER... night is emotionally hibernating, standing there with his eyes closed, holding the dark frosted staff and leaning at it, using it as his support.
he felt something hit his back and - he just knew who it is.
" hello, brother. "
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" and the darkness. " he added, leaning his head against the dark staff as he lightly gestures his hand.
" darkness never bothered me, too. but... who are you? "
[Does the Will Smith pose and does little jazz hands.] The cold never bothered him anyway. @coIdbites
night is dozing off, half asleep and half aware of the other’s presence along with the little fairies. he paid no mind to them. he wants to sleep.
he slips a pale hand out of the shadows and fingertips tapped on the ground, shadow shifting like a liquid until ‘sleep‘ is ———
