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๐พ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ 4 : ๐๐ฒ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ 2
๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐ด๐ป๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐ : ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต
๐ฐ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ : ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ท๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ & ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ 112 / 135
๐ฎ.๐บ ๐ฐ๐น๐ฎ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ / ๐ท๐ถ๐ถ
๐ฟ๐ฒ๐พ๐๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ / ๐๐ฎ๐๐ธ ๐ฒ๐
๐ฝ๐น๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป-
students were assigned to one another and they were to create new bonds or relations of the sort. their task was too creative some form of art or literary work that would represent the time they shared together. not only would this be a learning experience for them, but for me also because i genuinely enjoy being able to get to know my students on a deeper level, but from each others point of view rather than my own.
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ต๐ค๐ฉ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ.
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ
๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฐ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต. ๐ต๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฆ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ด ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด.
๐ข๐ด ๐ช ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ช ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ต๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด. ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ, ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ฆ.
๐ ๐ท๐๐ถ๐,๐ท๐๐๐๐
- elijah a. king
๐ณ๐ถ๐น๐ฒ #๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฑ : ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐ฒ
- ๐ท๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ค๐ค -
the sky blazed shades of purple, pink, yellows, and oranges as the sun headed to its next shift. around the couple they sat in the middle of a wild flower field where hues of fuchsia, mulberry, carmine, and tiffany surrounded them. spring was settling down and their summer was just now beginning.
"so what's after this?" santana questioned as her hands found themselves intrigued with elijah's free formed locs.
"after what?" elijah asked in confusion.
"well we finished this semester and i'm pretty sure out schedules are gonna be different in the fall." she said.
"what that gotta do with anything? i always make time for you and i always will." he told her as they made eye contact briefly which santana broke because she couldn't stand to hold it any longer.
"i was just thinkin a lot about it that's all." she mumbled and shrugged it off.
"ain't nothin ta think about, everybody make time fa who they want too. you one a my top priorities na so we'll figure it out." he said and his eyes closed as they sun smoothly made its way across smiling down at them and kissing their skin.
"thank you." santana said as her voice came out soft and gentle.
"fa what?" elijah quizzed.
"for reassurance and not leavin me behind when it comes ta us," she said to him.
elijah simply nodded his head at her words, he understood what she was saying and he was happy that he could give her what she needed.
the two of them sat amongst the flowers until the sun officially made its last passing before packing up their small picnic and heading back towards elijah's truck.
"say hi." santana said and she held the camera up so it catch the both of them.
elijah showcased one of his best smiles which santana matched, she loved his smile and everything else about him really.
"you have such a pretty smile," she complimented.
"thank you?" elijah said more as a question before laughing.
"you welcome." santana couldn't keep the small kid like grin from her face, she just liked being around him and it was the exact same way with elijah, but they expressed this feeling in different ways.
elijah wasn't too good with facial expressions, of course he smiled when she was around but small signs of affection was his way of letting her know that enjoyed her presence.
santana was all smiles and laughs when he was around and sometimes she'd even find herself beaming at the thought of him.
"you need help?" elijah asked as he watched santana try and lift her small frame up into the truck.
she laughed, "please."
he took her hand and made sure she had gotten up before going around to the drivers side and getting in himself.
แด แดแดแด แด, ษช แดแดแด แด x แดแดสษด สแดษขแดษดแด แดก/ แดสแดษดแด แดษชแดแด played first from the playlist they shared and their hands connected as they met, elijah's thumb running over the top of her hand which soothed the moment.
"take me in and hold me, hold me closer. i'll follow you up and over." elijah sang along.
santana allowed the sound of his voice to serenade her and take her into an internal high which she'd never get tired of.
this basically summed up their relationship, he was the artist and she was his muse, the reason for his new found creativity and aspirations.
coming from the countryside they had made it back to the rush of the city.
"can we go back soon?" santana asked.
"if that's whatchu want." elijah said in response.
"mhm, just ta get away from the quickness of the city. it's more quiet there and i can hear my thoughts." she said and hummed.
"thoughts about what?"
"me and you, myself, my family, just life in general."
"me and you, huh?"
"yeah, it's me and you until the wheels fall off."
"without a doubt."
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๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ฒ, ๐ถ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ฒ
๐บ๐ผ๐๐ฒ, ๐ถ'๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ด๐ฟ๐ผ๐ผ๐๐ฒ
๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ต, ๐ถ'๐บ ๐ด๐ผ๐ป๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ป๐ฒ๐
๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐
๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐'๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ด๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ด, ๐ถ'๐บ ๐ด๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ๐ผ
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