| What about me? *glare* Angry when hungry, annoyed when not. |


DreamGilbert lays on couch, one hand under his head, the other resting on his bare stomach. His long legs are sprawled uncomfortably on top of a pile of pillows. He snores softly, drooling a bit as he sleeps. Next to the couch, on the floor, is a collection of empty beer cans and half eaten bag of cream crackers. This is the sight that greets Berwald when he steps into his living room. He stops for a while at the door, staring at Gilbert. He then lets out a quiet sigh and walks to the sleeping man on his couch. He plants a gentle kiss on his forehead and covers him with a blanket. Gilbert shifts in his sleep and slowly opens hisDream


Set the Sails IChapter 1, Quite a reputationSet the Sails I
"You have heard my commands, yes, love?" the man in the armchair said in silent voice. He didn't wait for the answer before continuing. "You understand them well enough, yes?" Other man, kneeling before him, nodded. "Then make me proud, dear " The man stood up and bowed. Without saluting he turned and walked away, the clacking of his heels echoing in the dark corridors.
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Far away from those great Northern Halls, in some nameless port town, inside a dusty old tavern located in filthy back alleys, was a man, arguing loudly with another. "Ye think
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Baby cheetah!
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world"
-Oscar Wilde
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You're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
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