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"Do you still hear the screaming?" The voice comes out in a flat, dead monotone after hours of perfect stillness and silence. To most, the question would seem directed at absolutely no one given the fact the man's body hasn't moved an inch and the same distant, expressionless look remains there as it has since the start of whatever has come over him. His eyes gaze at seemingly nothing at all, appearing almost made of glass. If he can feel pain or emotion, he currently is making no suggestions of this awareness whatsoever. However, his question is followed by another before the guard it's been sent at can answer it, one that says there is indeed some thinking going on in the man who appears much too vacant for such an activity. "Did you truly mean what you said back then, or has it been long enough for you? Six or... maybe... eight, nine years now - is that really all you needed to forget what love is?" His guesswork of just how much time has passed is off by five more years, but his point still stands and, on top of that, he has revealed as a side effect how long he himself had been in the very depths of hell, how long he had gone without feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin. His only certainty appears to be the counting of six years after the fall of their home - the other nine of them all spent in the dark, unaware of the passage of time. "... Would you really kill him, Revon, or are you simply just as afraid as I am?"

·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. Somehow he's mad again all over but it isn't Sielu's fault. The sound of screaming fills his mind and he wonders for a moment if it ever left. He knows for a fact, it didn't. It hasn't left hsi mind in twenty years. Sielu wants to know if he can still hear the sound of their Liege's voice tear from his body until the sheer sound of it tore his throat raw. The boy had never known true pain until that moment and all he was allowed to do during it was stand there and watch as the tears rushed down over porcelain cheeks as a white light enveloped the child he dared to call his son.

Valkoinen Pilvi was not his flesh and blood but he may as well have been. He can remember so much more than just the sound of the screaming. He remembers the day Kenraali Taivas came to get him. The day Kenraali Taivas came to tell him that he had an assignment for him if he was willing to take it.

Guard the Child of White, he'd said and the man of the Northern Lights had found himself wondering what he'd done to be selected for such an honor. Lady Kuu had only given birth a few weeks prior and Kenraali Taivas had to explain that he needed the best of the best for the position and he needed to fulfill all of Lord Aurinko's requests. Kenraali Taivas had made a joke in that moment.

"If he's anything like his father, he'll be a handful, so prepare yourself Revon."

And Lord Aurinko was Kenraali Taivas' charge so he understood. He understood the way the General looked at the King once he held the prince in his arms.

He had only been a little speck of a thing. A spot even. Barely even a little wisp of a cloud and they were giving this child to him? Truly, he got to keep this child and care for him? He made the Oath without hesitation. There was no need for it. He was entranced by jade eyes the minute he saw them and his heart sang in ways it never had before the second that tiny hand barely worked to wrap around his finger.

That boy was...

That boy was his everything.

That's not all he remembers. No. He has years of it and five or six or nine or sixteen years would never be enough for his heart to forget.

The only thing he longed for was to hold that boy in his arms one more time. No matter what sounds or noises he made. Death would never keep them apart because if the prince were to die at his hand then they would simply go out together. Never would he allow his Liege to pass in such a way. Alone.

Pilvi has been alone sixteen years too long, and he's felt empty every day he's woke up to be unable to see tired jade eyes that clearly do not want to be up this early in the morning. What he wouldn't give to be able to wake to the sight of a tiny circle of white curled up into a ball on one of his spare pillows all because he fell ill and whomever they tried to pull as his replacement could not wrangle the prince well enough to keep them apart.

He remembers that tiny voice too.

"I don't like him, Revon. He's mean and he's not you. I won't take up any space. I'll stay right here and be real quiet. I promise."

The prince had only been four years old then and he kept his word. A small speck of a cloud curled as small as he could manage all while keeping himself as near silent as he was able just so he could stay close to him. He came to learn quickly that the littlest moon became lonely so very easily.

How lonely was he now?

Even if Sielu hadn't given him the time to answer the first question before speaking the second, the hollow look in pink vision told the story for him and the pain that followed answered the second. The third came as a blow no sword or spear could deliver. No blow to the chest by any blade or Windarian weapon could deal the damage those words did.

There were tears running down his face before he even realized they were there. Silently they ran, slipping and sliding like a repressed river over thin metal that could hardly be removed for the other's own protection. Much like his Mist, his emotions had to remain repressed for those around them. It had only been with the boy in question that he'd allowed them to show.

His Mist had no effect on the Child of White and it seemed his emotions couldn't poison him either. Kenraali Taivas had said he needed the best for the job, because he needed the Child of White protected at all costs but in all those years it was almost like that same child had been protecting him too in ways no one else ever could.

Nothing about him could ever keep that boy away and nothing about him could ever harm that child. So what about him would harm him now? His Pilvi would never do such awful things without a reason - even if that reason had been his hands tied behind his back and somehow he already knew the boy had been manipulated. He couldn't say so however.

Not with the way, Sielu reacted.

The man was still in there despite all he'd gone through. His words were just as poisonous to him as his Mist was, so his tears continue to rain down in silence instead.

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Aurinko laskee puiden latvoihin oranssina ja taivas on sininen. Lumikasat hupenee. Kadut on soraisia. Talvi alkaa loppua

Taivas on sininen ja valkoinen The sky is blue and white

Taivas on sininen ja valkoinen ja tähtösiä täynnä. Taivas on sininen ja valkoinen ja tähtösiä täynnä; niin on nuori sydämeni ajatuksia täynnä. Niin on nuori sydämeni ajatuksia täynnä.

The sky is blue and white and full of little stars. The sky is blue and white; thus my young heart is full of thoughts. Thus my young heart is full of thoughts.

Enkä mä muille ilmoita mun sydänsurujani. Enkä mä muille ilmoita mun sydänsurujani; synkkä metsä, kirkas taivas, ne tuntee mun huoliani. Synkkä metsä, kirkas taivas, ne tuntee mun huoliani.

And I don't announce my heartaches to others. And I don't announce my heartaches to others. The dark woods, the clear sky, they know of my worries. The dark woods, the clear sky, they know of my worries.

It’s the Independence Day of Finland (6th of December)! My homeland is 106 years now. I’m not sure if that’s little or not. I'm almost late to post this so I did it in a bit of a hurry, but here, as a small celebration, I wrote a short poem in Finnish and translated it into English for everyone else.

Under the cut!

Yö

Aurinko laskee, kello lyö kolme Viimeiset valonsäteet hiipuvat Jäljelle jää vain luminen maa Kun ikkunoiden takaa lamput sammuvat

Horisontissa metsän kaukainen siluetti Ei paeta voi minnekään Ajan myötä siihen tottuu Ja ennen myöhää tulee kaipaamaan

Nämä muistot, ne hautautuvat minun kanssani Nämä runot, ne jäävät omaksi historiakseni Nämä tunteet, ne ovat vain tässä ja nyt Nämä sanat, ehkä ne vielä joskus jaan vuoksesi

Istun hiljaa, seesteinen tunnelma vallitsee Tuuli humisee ja kuiva ilma polttaa Talvi on armoton, talvi on täällä Muttet sinä, vain halla minua saattaa

Taivas on sininen, maa on sininen Mitä kauemmas katsoo, sitä sinisempää on Mutta mitä lähemmäs sitä tulee ja mielen huomaa Huomaa, että sinisin on tämä sisin

Ja vielä joskus sinä palaat tänne talveen Ja vielä joskus sinut taas tapaan Ja vielä joskus tämä kaikki kylmyys häviää Ja vielä joskus tämä lumi sulaa

Ja vielä joskus yö ei saa näin aikaisin alkaa

-Direct translation-

Night

The sun sets, the clock strikes three The last rays of light fade away Only the snowy ground is left When the lamps behind windows go out

There’s a silhouette of the forest in the horizon Can’t escape anywhere With time you get used to it And eventually begin to miss it

These memories, they’ll be buried with me These poems, they’ll be left as my own history These feelings, they’re here and now These words, perhaps I’ll share them sometime for you

I sit quietly, serene ambiance prevails The wind hums and dry air burns Winter is merciless, winter is here But not you, only frost guides me

The sky is blue, the ground is blue The further you look, the bluer it is But the closer you come and notice your mind You notice that your core is the bluest

And sometime you'll return to this winter And sometime I'll meet you again And sometime all this cold will disappear And sometime the snow will melt

And sometime the night shall not begin so early

“Sininen on taivas, siniset on silmänsä sen Siniset on järvet, sinisyyttä heijastaen”

Alinen Niemisjärvi lake at Evo hiking area

Henna Halmetvaara ja Matti Halmetvaara Tylsyyden taito : harjoituksia ärsyketulvan kesyttämiseen ja oppimisen herättelyyn: "Pilvenpuhaltaja. Opettaja lukee alla olevan tekstin oppilaille: Ota rento asento ja laita silmät kiinni niin halutessasi. Hengitä rauhallisesti. Kuvittele mielessäsi pilvetön sininen taivas. Kuvittele itsesi sinulle mieluisaan paikkaan katselemaan taivasta : kesävihreällä nurmikolle, riippumattoon tai makaamaan pehmeään uuteen lumeen. Mieti oikea sinisen sävy taivaalle. Nyt saat toimia taidemaalarina. Uloshengityksellä voit puhaltaa taivaalle juuri sellaisia pilviä kuin haluat. Minkä muotoisia haluat tänään puhaltaa? Sisäänhengityksellä mieti valmiiksi, mitä puhallat, ja uloshengityksellä kuvittele mielessäsi sinitaivaalle ilmestyvä poutapilvi. Ihaile taideteostasi yhden sisään- ja uloshengityksen ajan ja katso, kun pilvi lähtee lipumaan taivaanrantaan. Valmistaudu taiteilemaan uusi pilvi. Tee toisin: Pilvipuhaltelua voi tehdä myös ulkona kirkkaalla säällä."

Taivas oli kauniin sininen

Nousin aamulla ja otin aamulääkkeet, menin vielä hetkeksi pitkäkseni.

Äiti tuli käymään, hän toi mukanaan kahvipaketin. Se oli tummapaahtoista, normaalisti juon vaaleapaahtoista. Se on ihan OK kunhan siihen laittaa enemmän sokeria.

Äidin lähdettyä pukeuduin uusiin vaatteisiini, rasvasin kasvoni, join kahvia, ja piakkoin lähdin Kohtaukseen.

Matkustin kahdella eri bussilla Kohtaukseen. Anton, Mirette, ja Marjut saapuivat myös.

Otin mukaani keltaisen muovisen nallepinssin, jonka laitoin mekkooni. Sain mukaani paljon ruokaa, juustoa ja hedelmiä.

Varasin ajan kampaajalle joka sijaitsee parin kadunvälin päässä minusta.

Lähdin Kohtauksen mentyä kiinni, matkustin kahdella eri bussilla kotiini. Hain pyykit kuivaushuoneesta ja viikkasin ne ja laitoin kaappiini.

Huomenna siivoan kylpyhuoneeni, vien roskat kierrätykseen, ja vaihdan minipyyhkeet. Menen käymään Riikalla.

Torstaina menen suihkuun ennen kuin menen tapaamaan omahoitajaani.

Perjantaina menen pedikyyriin, sen jälkeen parille kaverille.

Lauantaina siivoan.

Sunnuntaina jatkan siivoamista.

Ahdistus kahvi hinnasta mustakirjoitus muistiinpanot

Kellarikerros on autio. Rasvaista, syvänsinistä taivas,luonnon pysyvyys. Sininen kursori vilkuu väsyneesti. Lamput kihisevät valoa. Palvelu katko huoltotoimenpiteiden vuoksi. Tärkeä päivitys!!! Kysely : anna palautetta!!! Kaupunki oli täynnä elämää. Talvi oli kuin kylmä tanssi. Hän oli kokeillut erilaisia työpaikoja mutta mitään ei tuntunut oikealta. Tarpeelinen pysähdys. Löytä uusia suuntia.…

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Kenraali Sininen Taivas || General Blue Skies

Head of the Misterican Royal Knights, and personal guard of Lord Aurinko himself, Kenraali Taivas is a busy man. He's been with the knights for the entirety of his life and dedicated himself to his position to achieve the highest rank in the kingdom. He was given Aurinko as his charge when Aurinko was a baby and Taivas was just 34 years old. He's watched over him his entire life and he still does so to this day faithfully without ever flinching at the task.

Afternoon Sunshine - #Orsha #Belarus #2022 #Autumn #September #sunny #weather #building #sunshine #blue #sky #ValkoVenäjä #syksy #sininen #taivas #aurinkoinen #sää #rakennus #talo #auringonpaiste https://www.instagram.com/p/CjkNCcYtrUl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Eipä silloin osattu edes ajatuksen puolikkaalla kuvitella, että 22 vuotta myöhemmin vuosijuhlaa vieteltäis jo useampaan kertaan siellä missä taivas on sininen. #tembustravels https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdy34bAABI0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Event to commemorate the 150th birth anniversary of the Finnish composer Jean Sibelius on the 8 December 2015 at Senate Square in Helsinki, Finland. Tilaisuus Helsingin Senaatintorilla säveltäjä Jean Sibeliuksen syntymän 150-vuotispäivänä 8. joulukuuta 2015.

Clouds.

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Taivas on sininen ja valkoinen (trad.)

Ida Ekman soprano, Karl Ekman, piano, 1905

mitä suuri vene meriaiheinen alus tiellä vastaan ​​kirkkaalta taivaalta