PART FORTY ONE

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Re: it: wips

[(Anonymous)]

Chanshik was born in the spring, on a lukewarm August night some rough twenty years ago. “You’re a spring child,” his mother always says when she’s proud of him. “You brought summer with you. I never had to let you go hungry. That’s why you’re so strong and handsome and good. Spring children are always strong.” He remembers the summer. For a child his age it was never-ending. He knew, but didn’t understand, what was to come. That for every never-ending summer is an equally never-ending winter. That for every year when the sun circles around and around in the sky and never dips below the horizon, there are equally many months of darkness.

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[(Anonymous)]

oops it's supposed to be "equally many years of darkness"

Re: it: wips

[(Anonymous)]

B1a4 game of thrones omfg you must finish this

Re: it: wips

[(Anonymous)]

hehe it's not a got au as much as it's a lonely mv au. i did have got in mind regarding the long winter tho