In her father's house, her eyes shine like comets as they walk home under a starry sky; in Ishval, the sun glints off her scope as she sights down her rifle and shoots. In her father's house, he pines and carries on as only the very young and very foolish can; in Ishval, her presence rends his heart.
In her father's house, he thinks he loves her; in Ishval, he knows he does.
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Date: 2016-03-21 02:08 am (UTC)In her father's house, her eyes shine like comets as they walk home under a starry sky; in Ishval, the sun glints off her scope as she sights down her rifle and shoots. In her father's house, he pines and carries on as only the very young and very foolish can; in Ishval, her presence rends his heart.
In her father's house, he thinks he loves her; in Ishval, he knows he does.