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Sonderweg, Erster Gesang—Erster Gesang—Sonderweg, Erster Gesang by PrinceofElsinore
Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns
driven time and again off course, once he had plundered
the hallowed heights of Troy.
Many cities of men he saw and learned their minds,
many pains he suffered, heartsick on the open sea,
fighting to save his life…
December 22, 1953
The photograph was faded; partially from the heat of the fire it had survived, partially from the slow march of years from the day it was taken. The corners were singed, but in the center the features of a face were still discernable. A young face, a handsome face above a stiff soldier's collar, gazing out from the borders of the portrait with eyes that at turns looked stern and proud, or resigned and weary. As if the subject could see the fate that awaited him on the distant horizon.
Large, blunt fingertips smoothed the photograph with surprising tenderness, tracing the features that each year gre
Sonderweg, Zweiter Gesang—Zweiter Gesang—Sonderweg, Zweiter Gesang by PrinceofElsinore
So I wish that they who have their homes on Olympus would make me vanish, or sweet-haired Artemis strike me, so that I could meet the Odysseus I long for, even under the hateful earth… Yet the evil is endurable, when one cries through the days, with heart constantly troubled, yet still is taken by sleep in the nights; for sleep is oblivion of all things, both good and evil, when it has shrouded the eyelids.
December 23, 1953
—Please, help yourself to any of the books in the library.
Ludwig gestured to his 'library'; the modest shelves lining the walls of the sitting room, crammed to bursting with dusty old volumes. Most of them had not been touched in many years. But a few bore the signs of frequent usage, including the one in Ludwig's hands.
—You can even take a few with you, if you like—you might get more use out of them than me. Except this one, of course.
He lifted his copy of The Odyssey.
|There is so much good stuff on DA. They all need to be faved.|
Want You Gone CH 10 Sasodei ffSometimes you could just find yourself in such an embarrassing or terrible situation that you just didn't even want to exist anymore. Right now was one of those situations, actually. Sasori felt embarrassed. Not because he himself had done anything wrong. It was his partner. Making him want to disappear. He didn't want to deal with this anymore. He never asked for this.Pany-chaan
He didn't understand what Deidara was doing. Sure, he could be an idiot at times, argue and object against pretty much everything Sasori might have to say. But this was a whole new level of stupidity. The redhead could just feel the anger from these past weeks building up inside of him…
It was hard not to give Deidara his coldest and most disappointed look after everything. After he had actually talked to Pain about the mission. About postponing it at least one day, so his partner would have one more day to heal. Sure, they had had a fight, and he might have told the blonde that he was a useless partner and ninja,
I like anime, manga, vocaloid... tyical "otaku" things... but I don't consider myself one. Not after meeting and being friends with a hardcore otaku.|
My art shall slowly improve. And update so few that the improvement should be clear.
Current fandom: Hetalia (but I'm loosing grip... and I have no other fandom to take over...)