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twanettee · 7 months
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And while going to the theme park with faye and running around with faye and being surprised by faye is fun and all, at the end of the day, vienna’s probably going to take a 3-hour train ride and then a bus to the edge of the city. To where there are lots of trees and singing birds. To where there’s a wooden teahouse.
And it’ll be quiet (except for the cicadas). By this time, it’ll be dark and the customers would all have gone home. But her dad will be there, like he always is and always has been for her.
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twanettee · 1 year
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happy 2nd december!
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twanettee · 2 years
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thicker lines! hehe
When she moves in with her dad, back to the teahouse, the lights and skyscrapers are far far away. Is she sad about that?
Well, she loves the city. But somehow, not being an excited, young and, to an extent, reckless fresh grad anymore, she probably treasures the teahouse even more than she ever did. She complains it’s out of the way. She complains there’s nothing but trees. She complains there’s nothing to do at night. But all that��s alright at some point.
Because the city is her sky, her playground, her favourite holiday destination. But the woods are the ground, her true fiefdom. It’s dark at night, but that lets her see the stars. Yes, the teahouse on the outskirts has a special place in her heart; it’s her home.
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twanettee · 2 years
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twanettee · 2 years
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“Tea?”
“No thank you, V. But these are superb.”
“Blueberry made them.”
“That is a rather fitting name.”
“It’s just what we call her. Because she makes the best blueberry pastries, and you’ll never find any better ones.”
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