персиковая тарталетка Томаса, окей, я слушала ту самую песню, пока писала, поэтому получилось флаффно. Олсоу, мой мозг по неизвестной причине напрочь отказывается писать про них по-русски, просто аж клинит меня, прям не могу я ААААА! Altair seldom felt nervous before a mission, but for obvious reasons he was always nervous when coming to Jerusalem. As soon as he managed to pass the guards at the city gates he got to the roofs and made his way to the bureau. It was faster by the roofs. Having jumped the last gap he approached the entrance quietly, making sure his shadow didn’t fall down the wooden grates. He listened carefully. There were no voices but he did manage to catch a soft sound of a chair being moved. Malik was in there and he was alone. Altair rubbed his face and sighed. All this way here and he still did not think of anything to say that won’t make their meeting as spiteful as usual. Maybe there was nothing he could say to avoid what was coming, but even so there was no reason to rush just yet. Altair sat down near the open entrance, hidden from the blazing sun by the wall of a nearby house, and prepared to wait. Maybe if he’s patient enough, he’ll be lucky today. He did have to wait long. An hour or two he sat there listening to Malik moving about, feeling more and more tired, as his body finally felt the impact of a long travel, when finally he heard what he was waiting for. Moving as quietly as he could he slid down closer to the grates and lay on the dusty roof to stay unseen. The song Malik was singing was soft and quiet, but it seemed to chase away all the noise of the city. Altair put his hands behind his head and absent-mindedly watched a hawk sore high up in the sky. Although he still was very tired he felt like the tender notes of Malik’s voice lifted a heavy weight from his heart even though the song itself left behind a trace of sadness. Maybe it was the sadness of the singer, not the song, but either way it made him feel peaceful. A gust of hot wind brushed his face with dust, sand, and smell of incense from the bureau. Altair closed his eyes. The song was over soon, but he still stayed there with his eyes blissfully closed and a smile playing on his lips. He waited long enough for Malik not to suspect that he had been here all this time before jumping down, all nervousness gone. - Safety and peace, brother. - With you around? That’s unlikely, - the harsh tone of Malik’s voce had no trace of softness or tenderness from not so long ago.
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10.12.2015 в 23:39Нет-нет-нет, что ты такое говоришь? Ноуп. С тебя зарисовка про поющего Малика!
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10.12.2015 в 23:54-
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11.12.2015 в 00:03-
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11.12.2015 в 01:54-
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11.12.2015 в 14:01оно прекрасно. Можно репостнуть?
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11.12.2015 в 14:04-
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11.12.2015 в 14:33