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APH - Kingdom Come PT 3She looked down at the last usable droplets of sky blue paint in the cup. On her palette, the sky blue was nothing but a stain unable to be removed.
“Looks like I’ll need to get some more.” she said, Italian accent lacing each word delicately.
She set down the palette beside her other paint cups, looking at the canvas leaning on the easel. There were graphite sketches where she didn’t get to painting, yet places where she had skimmed the surface with her brush to color it. A large amount of it was streaked with several blues, grays, and white and others were hues of sooty green.
She placed covers on the paint cups carefully, placing a cloth over the canvas to protect it and then picked up a small bag that hung from the back of her bedroom door. She slung it over one shoulder, walking off after shutting the door.
From one room across the house on the second floor, young Italy heard piano music being played. She carried herself to the door,
APH - Kingdom Come PT 2It was his arm that time.
It was his right arm to be exact, thankfully not the one he wrote with.
He had just come back from a group sent to find several soldiers that had gone out searching for anything they could add to the supplies. They ended up getting attacked by some sort of wild cat.
The medic of their group must have had a stick up his ass that day. As soon as the young soldier was placed into the attention of the man, his injured arm was forced up quickly to the other’s level. From his bag, the medic pulled several herbs and roots, along with ointments and gauze.
The sleeve of his shirt was cut off, and water that was ice cold from the near by river was poured on it, none at all slowly and carefully, he knew. Claw marks trailed down his arm, none at all deep, but three gashes brought blood to the surface in a growing amount.
Herb and root juices trickled into the wounds, trailing down his arm and dripping from his fingertips to mix in with the sm
APH - Kingdom Come PT 1The evening was just right.
The sky, when he threw a glance up at it to observe once more, was quite cloudy and pale gray, but the sun just managed to shine through in stretching rays of pale gold. It still had yet to set.
The dirt road that led from the local village to the empty acres upon acres of land was like it always way, the now and then merchant cart or expensive carriage going by, and people coming and going freely on a walk to or from the village. Except, of course, late autumn leaves were scattered around at his pushing-forward feet, the trees that bore the leaflets empty.
The man, appearing no more than in his twenties with unusual silver hair and bright red eyes, wrapped his arms around himself. He held the rolled up bundle close to him, as if it would give him warmth. He stopped that a moment later, figuring it would just wrinkle all of the papers up.
Ja, his mind grumbled, I should have at least put on my jacket over this stupid, thin s
I bet my sister wishes she was 22 again xD
But she still wouldn't be smart enough to know the seven continents, four oceans, Allied Forces, or Axis Powers. :I
Also, how I love our jokes, sister dear! You just need to remember that Sweden and Denmark or some other random country are not part of either the Allies or the Axis!!
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