โ โ โ โ pอoอwอeอrอ โ isโ the โ masteryโ ofโ m a n i p u l a t i n gโ realityโ itself. โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ andโ ๐ โ . . . โ haveโ become โ the โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๏ผ๏ผ
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Quantos anos, nรฃo รฉ? Tambรฉm senti sua falta. Imagino que tenha emendado missรตes do Ministรฉrio com viagens.
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Meu estimado amigo @QuimShacklebol ! Que honra vรช-lo de volta por aqui!
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+and every trauma sculptor of his foundations, and the pungent, obvious pride and ambition, the self-sufficiency, solitude and loneliness are the substantial basis of his structure.โ
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+brings to light, he would still remain a distant figure in the gray and foggy horizon.
Because, beyond any+
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+self-preservation. There are things he keeps locked to himself only, and which perhaps he does not fully owns wide access to โ for him to refuse facing them, whether conscious, or even unconsciously.
And I'm afraid that, even if he ever got cured from the things he never+
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+him โ one will never throughly navigate his waters.
Regardless of having unveiled all its secrets or not.
To the closest, this should not โ and must not โ be considered as a sign of offense, discredit or disregard on his part, though.
It is more than an instinct of+
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โThose who pay attention to his grayish deep eyes will notice something beyond the mere taciturnity: in that abyss of stoicism and silence, there lies a man who is constantly out of reach. Delving, absent in his own being. It does not matter how much closer one can be to+
+ accomodate themselves, and sit between Evren and Naenia, pulling a book out of his pocket next so his mind could travel a bit in some epic words.
But not before he regarded the Lady Regnant, Anteros and his nieces, and finding himself unable to avoid a hint of jealousy for+
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+law.
Despite feeling it awkward to share the bed with other relatives except his wife (because he felt close to them, yet not close enough for that kind of intimacy) and completely lacking sleep, Tom didn't oppose to joining that moment of peace. He watched Naenia and Amalia+
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+somehow, comforting.
Even if he had no clue at all of that. "We'll figure out your balance ... "
It was shortly after that he found himself dragged to the queen-size bed by Naenia and Amalia, and he didn't have much choice but to join them, his sleeping wife and brother-in-+
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+her shoulder, then on her back โ gently, reticent, and reassuring; her tears falling and mixing with the flowing fabric of his shihakusho.
"I'm not going anywhere", he answered quietly; his deep and taciturn, honest irises landed on her figure, as though their atmosphere was,+
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+pleading.
Then, Tom let that instant of reticence to take over. And focused on the fact that he did estimate and enjoy Naenia's being, her presence, her jovial, smart personality, and her fierceness, ambition and bravery. And he wanted to see her thrive.
He placed a hand on+
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+matters over a bit more of a century, some situations and intimate involvements were tremendously ... awkward.
The Master of Death didn't know how to feel about it, neither how to properly handle it. So he simply allowed Naenia to overflow her feelings and listened to her+
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+comprehension of one's emotions and mental functions was one thing. Knowing how to receive and interact with them when it required your own psyche to be involved was another, completely different. And despite he had learned, allowed himself and matured regarding emotional+
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