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[FIC] Reborn: The Language of Leaders
lmfao work is killing me slowly. bit by bit. add into the mix scholarship and university applications and you have one exhausted dream. =| who has gone back to only being able to write Windshear.
BUT uhhh here, f-list. have a drabble. it's dedicated to all of you guys who had to put up with my anxiety, emo and etc during this period. ♥
Especially dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kagayachou, because she was the one who made me think of this pairing in the first place.
The Language of Leaders
- D27
They communicate through glances across the room, secret smiles and unintentional touches. A brush of the hand speaks volumes, smiles entire novels.
Because they are both boys forced to grow up too fast. Too many responsibilities, too many lives placed on their heads and shoulders, forcing them to bow down. But they still try to hold their heads up, with trembling hands and sad smiles.
Their bond is one of kindred spirits, of souls reaching out to each other in times of desperation and need, fingers tangling together in an attempt for comfort and security in this storm of change.
End
BUT uhhh here, f-list. have a drabble. it's dedicated to all of you guys who had to put up with my anxiety, emo and etc during this period. ♥
Especially dedicated to
kagayachou, because she was the one who made me think of this pairing in the first place.The Language of Leaders
- D27
They communicate through glances across the room, secret smiles and unintentional touches. A brush of the hand speaks volumes, smiles entire novels.
Because they are both boys forced to grow up too fast. Too many responsibilities, too many lives placed on their heads and shoulders, forcing them to bow down. But they still try to hold their heads up, with trembling hands and sad smiles.
Their bond is one of kindred spirits, of souls reaching out to each other in times of desperation and need, fingers tangling together in an attempt for comfort and security in this storm of change.
End