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"Wa-Cyndi?!" The Scottish mortal Olympian blurts as he opens the door to the master bedroom on the 2nd floor of his mansion home. (Earl gets to see Cyndi again! :3)
✣ Well that was a rather loud yelp out of a man twice her size. All she had done was wait for him in a normal location. Less he had forgotten about her, oh gods he hadn’t forgotten about her. Then again there were new smells, new blood in this home. Women and children she didn’t know.
“Who are they? Who’s in my home……” Cyndi didn’t forget Earl that’s for sure , she never forgot her home while she took to her sleep for so many years.✣
Fancy Dress Costume | Paul Poiret | c.1911 — Early in the twentieth century Diaghilev’s Russian dance company, Ballets Russes, performed in Paris—reigniting the taste for orientalism in Europe with its exotic sets and costumes. As this ensemble illustrates, Poiret excelled in recontextualizing western dress with fantastical eastern influence. He was also a maverick modernist in creating a stir, taking promotion of his inventive ensembles to new levels with his infamous spectaculars. This fancy-dress ensemble was made for and worn to Poiret’s 1002nd Night party in 1911, which was designed and organized to promote his new creations in the full splendor and glamour of the orientalist trend. #whattheywore #historicalfashion #fashion #fashiondesign #fashionhistory #historyoffashion #vintagefashion #art #vintage #historicfashion #defunctfashion #historicalfashion #costume #costumedesign #couture #costumehistory #halloweencostume #fancydress #edwardian #edwardianfashion #paulpoiret #poiret #balletrusse #orientalism #metmuseum
Soft Sinday Sentence Starters
“How long has it been?” “I spent every moment thinking of you.” “I want to kiss you everywhere.” “Let’s go slow? Please?” “Don’t you know how beautiful you are?” “I love everything about you.” “Your skin is so soft.” “Let me make love to you.” “I want to show you how much I love you.” “Your kisses are so sweet.” “Please, don’t stop.”
Idiom Sentence Starters
“A penny for your thoughts?” “Actions speak louder than words.” “That’s the best thing since sliced bread.” “Time to burn the midnight oil.” “You can’t judge a book by its cover.” “Cross that bridge when you come to it.” “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.” “Every cloud has a silver lining.” “I feel a bit under the weather.” “Time to hit the sack.” “You hit the nail on the head.” “I’m going to kill two birds with one stone.” “We should let sleeping dogs lie.” “There is a method to my madness.” “That only happens once in a blue moon.” “You can’t keep sitting on the fence.” “You stole my thunder.” “It’s a taste of your own medicine.” “Take everything he says with a grain of salt.” “I wouldn’t be caught dead in that.” “Your guess is as good as mine.”
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Send Ω for sinday in a cavern during a thunderstorm. Send ⚜ for sinday during a fancy party. Send Δ for sinday while camping. Send ❀ for sinday out in a field of flowers. Send ♨ for sinday before a fire. Send ₪ for sinday in a hedge maze. Send ▥ for sinday in a prison cell. Send 円 for sinday after waking up in bed. Send ރ for sinday that starts with sparring. Send ⁈ for sinday after along absence. Send ◯ for sinday under the full moon. Send ≈ for sinday in water. Send ¢ for sinday at a brothel. Send ✏ for sinday on a desk/in an office.
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18th Century Style Fancy Dress | House of Worth | c. 1893 — In addition to day and evening fashions for upper-class society women, Worth also created clothes for special occasions, such as the as-yet-to-be-identified fancy-dress ball to which this dress would have been worn. Composed of a separate bodice and skirt executed in shocking pink and black taffeta with paste buttons, machine lace trim, and pleated silk chiffon fichu, this gown illustrates the fashion for eighteenth-century revival, a popular theme for extravagant costume parties of the period. The narrow sleeves of the garment, along with the double-breasted masculine tailoring, imitation cut-steel buttons, lace fichu, and open front skirt, refer to fashionable women’s styles of the 1770s. #whattheywore #historicalfashion #fashion #fashiondesign #fashionhistory #historyoffashion #vintagefashion #art #vintage #historicfashion #defunctfashion #historicalfashion #costume #costumedesign #couture #costumehistory #halloweencostume #fancydress #metmuseum #costumeinstitute #pink #houseofworth
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Mourning Dress | c.1820 — This mourning dress incorporates the puffed sleeves and ornate hem details that defined 1820s fashions. Standards for family mourning were modeled after court conventions. Upon a royal death in England, orders were issued detailing the duration of each phase of mourning and appropriate materials. Silk satins, taffetas, and velvet, considered too glossy and sumptuous for the first stage, were permitted later. #whattheywore #historicalfashion #fashion #fashiondesign #fashionhistory #historyoffashion #vintagefashion #art #vintage #historicfashion #defunctfashion #historicalfashion #costume #costumedesign #couture #costumehistory #mourningattire #mourninggown #mourning #death #halloween #mourningdress #regencyera #regencyfashion #metmuseum
“pat, pat~"
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“Oh uh…” Drake gulped, as the older woman pat his spiky red locks. He was always very shy around women, but he always did his best to work up his courage. “H-Hello m’am, it’s n-nice t-to meet you”
Cyndi couldn’t resist a new curiosity and given that there were little around that were stronger then her simply patting the other on the end didn’t come as of a worry. It might have been a bit forward of her. Ok, very foreword of her but she couldn’t resist.
“Sorry, I’ve just never seen a creature such as yourself. Well , not one that didn’t try to charge and attack. You could say I was checking to see if you weren’t of a threat?” With how he shuddered at her he at least was nervous about the approach.
“N-No, it’s fine! You d-don’t have to worry!” Drake assured her. “I know I might n-not look it, but I’m not something demonic. Really I only fight when someone throws the first punch…” It might not have been the best choice of words, but Drake was honest.
Still, there was something odd about this woman that Drake wanted to get to the bottom of.
✣ “Your not~? Why would you have such an appearance then~? “ What was he if he wasn’t a demon? Nobody took on such an appearance unless they were something outer worldly. Was he the same as her? She couldn’t feel the force that was her kind from him , there was something but it was mostly mystery.
“I’m not throwing any punches, I assure you~” ✣
The vampiress was nervous as she took to looking into every room of the house she could. She finally stopped and tapped every so lightly upon the others bedroom window. Cyndi prayed that the other wasn't to angry with her leave but this being the second time she didn't know how this meeting would go .
Josuke was sleeping soundly, and he woke up with a snort when he heard a knock on the window. He got up and looked over, seeing a feminine shape before coming over. “…Cyndi?” he asked, opening the window and bringing out Crazy Diamond, just in case it wasn’t Cyndi.
She couldn’t have been more comfortable and feel more secure in his arms. It was far better then she remembered after all those nights alone, something had felt off and she finally knew what it was. She missed Josuke deeply.
“I’m happy too….nothing felt right while I was gone…it was like a deep pain……” ✣
He nodded, laying down with Cyndi in his arms. “Then let’s just enjoy this while we can,” he suggested, his face practically buried in her hair.
✣ The softness of the bed was like sleeping on a cloud, then again after so many years in a crypt that was to tough on her. Her body was able to ease and melt against his, flesh warmer then any inlay of a coffin. That oh so familiar smell of life, his life. Even after shower she could still know that familiar wift of hair jell, it was still strange to see his hair down but it that was a side she got to see. Just like he could see her more then the ‘creature’ she was.
She wrapped her arms around him feeling his breath in her ear. Cyndi hopped that the crypt wasn’t still hanging on her, it wouldn’t be fair but when didn’t she smell of death?
“Beloved and peaceful time......spent with someone I could never let go.....” Her grip got tight before loosening. ✣
The vampiress was nervous as she took to looking into every room of the house she could. She finally stopped and tapped every so lightly upon the others bedroom window. Cyndi prayed that the other wasn't to angry with her leave but this being the second time she didn't know how this meeting would go .
Josuke was sleeping soundly, and he woke up with a snort when he heard a knock on the window. He got up and looked over, seeing a feminine shape before coming over. “…Cyndi?” he asked, opening the window and bringing out Crazy Diamond, just in case it wasn’t Cyndi.
She couldn’t have been more comfortable and feel more secure in his arms. It was far better then she remembered after all those nights alone, something had felt off and she finally knew what it was. She missed Josuke deeply.
“I’m happy too....nothing felt right while I was gone...it was like a deep pain......” ✣
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“Oh uh…” Drake gulped, as the older woman pat his spiky red locks. He was always very shy around women, but he always did his best to work up his courage. “H-Hello m’am, it’s n-nice t-to meet you”
Cyndi couldn’t resist a new curiosity and given that there were little around that were stronger then her simply patting the other on the end didn’t come as of a worry. It might have been a bit forward of her. Ok, very foreword of her but she couldn’t resist.
“Sorry, I’ve just never seen a creature such as yourself. Well , not one that didn’t try to charge and attack. You could say I was checking to see if you weren’t of a threat?” With how he shuddered at her he at least was nervous about the approach.
The vampiress was nervous as she took to looking into every room of the house she could. She finally stopped and tapped every so lightly upon the others bedroom window. Cyndi prayed that the other wasn't to angry with her leave but this being the second time she didn't know how this meeting would go .
Josuke was sleeping soundly, and he woke up with a snort when he heard a knock on the window. He got up and looked over, seeing a feminine shape before coming over. “…Cyndi?” he asked, opening the window and bringing out Crazy Diamond, just in case it wasn’t Cyndi.
“……I went to sleep ….sometimes…sometimes the hunger is to great for me to resist after being awake for so long. When I sleep my body doesn’t require any food and i can regulate my body ……It’s been that way sense my …accident.” There was no other way she wanted to phrase the fact that his great grandfather hand dismembered her at one point even at this stage of there relationship.
“I honestly didn’t realize how bad it was but I would rather make sure that you, your mother and our daughter is safe…..from me. “ She let out a sigh before looking about the room for the child. Yes child , she would be almost ….five now?
Josuke noticed the look in her eyes, and he held her hand. “Ryoko is asleep in her room,” he replied, remembering how she would ask where mommy was. It always hurt his heart when she would ask that, but…at least she wouldn’t have to ask now. “You can see her in the morning,” he told Cyndi before looking into her eyes. “But…just promise me you won’t leave again like that. Not that long…”
Cyndi knew better , after all she had woken her love from his slumber after all. The night air was still fresh on her skin and sharp in her lungs, this time always made her wish she could just run and never look back. Fly to the ends of the horizon before it rose.
Slowly she nodded in understanding , she had all the time later to be with the child after so long.
“ ....Yes.....but I never know how long I shall sleep. It’s different every time after all. I’ll do my best to at least tell you when the fever comes over me once again .....” She had tired for so many eons to be better then who she was when she was created. There was such great improvements that a little ‘nap’ once and a while shouldn’t get her down like this.