December 7 2013, 6pm
The pure draped his thickest blanket around the woman’s shoulders and handed her the cup of hot chocolate into her hands. She was cold, and Alation wasn’t surprised; Angela had been out in the snow for too long, but that was okay. He had the cabins fire going and the little living room area was warm, she would be okay.
"Come here." He said, sitting next to Angela. She gave him a curious look, but scooted closer to the pure anyways. They both were cuddled together sharing body heat for her to warm up. It took a moment but soon she stopped shivering, and they both fell asleep on the couch.
December 7 2013, 5pm
Romance and friendship drabble prompts
Retrouvailles: (French) The joy of reuniting with someone after a long separation. Literally ‘rediscovery’.
Onsra: (Boro Indian) The bittersweet feeling that occurs in those who know their love won’t last.
Koi No Yokan: (Japanese) The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love.
Layogenic: (Tagalog) Something that seems whole when viewed from a distance, but up close is falling apart.
Cavoli Riscaldati: (Italian) The result of attempting to revive an unworkable relationship. Literally, ‘reheated cabbage’.
Hygge: (Danish) The pleasant, genial, and intimate feeling associated with sitting around a fire in the winter with close friends.
Desenrascanço: (Portuguese) “to disentangle” yourself out of a bad situation.
Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
Razbliuto: (Russian) The feeling that a person has for someone who he once loved, but now no longer does.
Mamihlapinatapei: (Yagan) A wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to be the one to start.
Aware: (Japanese) The bittersweetness of a brief and fading moment of transcendent beauty. That ‘last burst of summer’ feeling, or the transience of early spring.
Ya’aburnee: (Arabic) This word means ‘You bury me’, a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
Cafuné: (Brazilian Portuguese) To tenderly run one’s fingers through someone’s hair.
Saudade: (Portuguese) A deep, emotional state of nostalgia; the deeply melancholic feeling of missing someone you love.
December 7 2013, 5pm
You are worth every word of love. Worth every good deed, worth every smile, every tear of joy. You are worth the suns rays and the warm air, you are worth the happiness and the laughter. You are worth everything good and beautiful. Give everyone and anyone this message, go to random blogs, someone you don’t even know, stretch your ask limit, anon or not, tell them they are worth it. Because the world needs more love.
"Yes the world does need more I’ve, thank you so much." Alation said with a gracious bow.
December 3 2013, 9pm
"Oui, for a cold day c’est belle." He closed his eyes a moment and let out a deep breath. "Mon nom est Alphonse Roy Morrel V, might I say it is nice to meet a friendly gentleman, but to whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
"Once again a pleasure Alphones. My name is Alation." The pure replied. "My friend and I came out to this snowy area to enjoy our day away from home. We usually do not get out and about often."
December 3 2013, 9pm
He smiled to the gentleman and stuck his hands in his pockets. “I am doing quite well myself, merci.” Studying the other he smiled, not your average gentleman that is for sure. He seems kind and poise, something about him made him feel comforted. “How are you?”
"Very well." He replied, turning his pitiless violet eyes to the sky and inhaled deeply. "It is a lovely winter day, snow everywhere and the sun is out- such a day should not be wasted, would you agree?" He asked, turning to smile once more ate the spy. "Pray, what is your name if I may ask?"
December 3 2013, 8pm
maskedmaleviolence started following you
"Hello!" Greeted a blonde headed pure with a warm smile.
"Bonjure, mon ami." he took the others hand and kissed it softly, as was his usual greeting to new company.
Although a kiss on the hand was usually not the type of greeting he was used to, he recognised it and returned with his own greeting of a low bow. He was pleasant, however the angel sensed a great sin on the other and while on the outside he remained polite, internally he was wary.
"Ahh a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Alation replied, righting up from his bow. "It has been awhile since I met another, how do you do?"