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- Ebony Wand 15" Essence of Phoenix Tallon
Morning rain down in Ireland before he could sleep any further. Before he could hear the blaring of his alarm clock. Before he had wanted to say, I do, he awoke alone, following a moral tradition of not being with her. A person who never grew up with tradition could careless about family values, or the wishes of his better halves. Though he respected her this much, enough and more to go by the way she had asked for, Link drag himself out of bed, kicking the linen out of his way. The rest of his smoothering comforters were pile up against the ivory cotton bed. And there were he stood, were he saw his horrid reflection. A man close to hitting twenty stared back with bruised eyes, unshaven face, and mouth so dried, it was fairly difficult to swallow back saliva without hunking a big willy. And were he saw, the bag that contain his attrie for the day, remind him what he needed to do before anything else.
Breakfast sounded more achievable than a quick shower. But not to remind himself of how much his stench trailed behind him, since last night's get together had really been a few old friends he met years ago. And now alone, he had to wash up now before time ticks on. If time ticked on to fast, he would be hearing it, or so he remembered who he was to see today. He relaxed a little, she not like them. She had patient, she had time. She had more love for him than he could ever return back. Still she stayed with him this long enough for this to happen. Not in his depths of disappointing her, he crawl into the showers and let the cold water hit him hard were it hurts. The water awaken his senses up more, made him lively. Broke him out of spiral of darkness for the day. Just for today, he would be normal for her. He would set back his usual bleak mood swings and just let somewhat of joy slip in. If only it were that way, he wouldn't have to be this way. Ever. If normality just came easy for him, than the darkness would vanish from his very veins. But nothing ever came easy? To him it became a viscous cycle of hell.
After what seem more than a few hours, he prompt himself to be ready, wearing something more pleasant than he would go for. He checked the father clock in the foyers of his spacious cottage, near time he had to go. Apparating to suppose location, she would be hear any minute now, in a chariot he asked for them to bring her here. Appearing by the cliffs, near the surroundings of lush forest, he waited for no one else, no one else except Sanctuari Ellison. A canopy hung down from a redwood trees, made out of spider veins and sunflowers that often reminded him of Sanctuari, the first and most particular reason why they were getting married here.
Breakfast sounded more achievable than a quick shower. But not to remind himself of how much his stench trailed behind him, since last night's get together had really been a few old friends he met years ago. And now alone, he had to wash up now before time ticks on. If time ticked on to fast, he would be hearing it, or so he remembered who he was to see today. He relaxed a little, she not like them. She had patient, she had time. She had more love for him than he could ever return back. Still she stayed with him this long enough for this to happen. Not in his depths of disappointing her, he crawl into the showers and let the cold water hit him hard were it hurts. The water awaken his senses up more, made him lively. Broke him out of spiral of darkness for the day. Just for today, he would be normal for her. He would set back his usual bleak mood swings and just let somewhat of joy slip in. If only it were that way, he wouldn't have to be this way. Ever. If normality just came easy for him, than the darkness would vanish from his very veins. But nothing ever came easy? To him it became a viscous cycle of hell.
After what seem more than a few hours, he prompt himself to be ready, wearing something more pleasant than he would go for. He checked the father clock in the foyers of his spacious cottage, near time he had to go. Apparating to suppose location, she would be hear any minute now, in a chariot he asked for them to bring her here. Appearing by the cliffs, near the surroundings of lush forest, he waited for no one else, no one else except Sanctuari Ellison. A canopy hung down from a redwood trees, made out of spider veins and sunflowers that often reminded him of Sanctuari, the first and most particular reason why they were getting married here.