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Child!ReaderXKitten!Italy .:How I got Feliciano:."Welcome!" You and your parents were greeted as you walked in the pet store.
"My name is Elizabeta, just call me if you find what you're looking for!" Elizabeta grinned
"Thank you." Your mommy said, she then kneeled beside you "Just come up to us or Miss Elizabeta if you find your new buddy, ok?" She said
"Yes mommy!" You said happily as you walked fast to the pet section. You looked around, so many pets to choose from!
"Veemeow!~" You felt something on your leg
"Aww! Hi there kitty!" You said as you picked up the small tabby, it licked your nose and you giggled
"Mommy I want this one!" You yelled happily
"That's Feliciano." Elizabeta said "He's VERY hyper and he loves pasta, so make sure to feed him that, ok?"
"Ok miss!" You grinned
Your mommy then paid for Feliciano and drove you home.
"Welcome to your new home, Feli!" You said as you opened the cage, Feliciano bounced out and inspected his new home, exploring every bit of the room.
You giggled "I guess this is the start o
RomanoXReader .:Kites:. A dark brown haired man strolled down the park , (f/c) kite in hand.
He sat down under a tree, still holding the kite. He smiled sadly as he remembers the days that passed...
"Lovi!" A (h/c) haired girl called
"Don't call me that!" A dark brown haired boy shouted.
The (h/c) haired girl just giggled
"You're so cute when you're mad, Lovi!"
'Lovi' grew red from embarrassment and anger
~End of flashback~
The dark brown haired man looked at the (f/c) kite sadly as he remembered another memory.
"Stop calling me that (Name)!"
The (h/c) haired girl, or (Name) giggled.
"I have a new (f/c) kite!" she said
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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