Post by aiden emerson on Oct 28, 2019 19:43:26 GMT
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[attr="class","a1lyric"]i got nothing but dreams inside[break]
i got nothing but dreams
i got nothing but dreams
[attr="class","a1lyric2"]i'm just young enough to still believe, still believe
[break]young enough not to know what to believe
[break]young enough not to know what to believe
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Even with the progress he was making so quickly, the matriarch of the Emerson clan was still making demands, comparing him to an unknown standard she wouldn’t tell him about. It wasn’t just his incompetence that made her angry, it was that he was falling short of something. what it was he didn’t know and he didn’t care to. As long as he had access to her resources, he rarely asked questions and did his best to meet expectation. [break][break]
Anyway, she’d demanded he try to schedule in more training. More scrapping, more purifying. More this more that. He’d obliged just to appease her by putting out a flier for someone like him: a wind witch studying purification interested in sparring. Lux was big enough, and it had enough traffic from non-students too. There had to be someone, hopefully. If not, he’d gotten up early and forsaken hours of valuable sleep over nothing. Aiden had arrived at an empty pitch. From his questions, it looked like you had to reserve things for practice, except on weekends where it was usually a first come first serve. [break][break]
He carried his bag with him before sitting down somewhere near the fence so he could keep watch of passerbys before beginning to stretch inside his all too comfortable sweat pants. The redhead let out a yawn, not quite totally awake, but present anyway. "If no one comes in the hour we're going home and takign a nap." Aiden said to his familiar who hummed quietly into his head.
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Even with the progress he was making so quickly, the matriarch of the Emerson clan was still making demands, comparing him to an unknown standard she wouldn’t tell him about. It wasn’t just his incompetence that made her angry, it was that he was falling short of something. what it was he didn’t know and he didn’t care to. As long as he had access to her resources, he rarely asked questions and did his best to meet expectation. [break][break]
Anyway, she’d demanded he try to schedule in more training. More scrapping, more purifying. More this more that. He’d obliged just to appease her by putting out a flier for someone like him: a wind witch studying purification interested in sparring. Lux was big enough, and it had enough traffic from non-students too. There had to be someone, hopefully. If not, he’d gotten up early and forsaken hours of valuable sleep over nothing. Aiden had arrived at an empty pitch. From his questions, it looked like you had to reserve things for practice, except on weekends where it was usually a first come first serve. [break][break]
He carried his bag with him before sitting down somewhere near the fence so he could keep watch of passerbys before beginning to stretch inside his all too comfortable sweat pants. The redhead let out a yawn, not quite totally awake, but present anyway. "If no one comes in the hour we're going home and takign a nap." Aiden said to his familiar who hummed quietly into his head.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] maddox rothscus ✨ can't wait to fight baybeeeee
