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1. Thoughts= '*speech* '
2. Writing= "speech"︎
3. Latin= "~speech~"︎
4. Greek= "[speech]"︎
5. Writing in Latin= "~speech~"︎
6. Writing in Greek= "[speech]"
Chapter 4
He was right. It hadn't even been an hour, and he already felt like the wait would drive him insane. Then again, hadn't he technically been insane for a while already? So he guessed the right way to phrade it was that the wait was pushing him further into insanity. He frowned and mused, "After all, you can't be driven insane if you weren't sane in the first place, now can you?" He sighed humourlessly, "Who would be sane if they dealt with what I deal with on a regular basis?" He smirked, "No one would be." A slight noise drew his attention to the bed and snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned to face his guest, and then stopped, even as a spiriit, the child was ethereal. The boy had sea green eyes that ebbed and flowed like the water. His nose was dainty, yet at the same time, masculine. His hair was the color of a crow's wing. And his lips... They were full and luscious, just begging for someone to kiss them. He froze and thought to himself '*What the fuck! What is wrong with me?!* ' Shaking his head, he pushed all those ridiculous thoughts away. He couldn't think on that now, especially not after those eyes locked with his own. Sea green orbs met pitch black, and he knew, that with that one tiny look, he would never let the boy go.
