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 oh look ,  itâs  another poll.
at the center of the ocean of the   COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES         where the day bids the moon goodnight.  there lies a simple little flower                   its vine twisted  âround the bower ;  holding on to all the power of time         ON  THE  CUSP  OF  DUSK  when the sun bleeds one last drop  .  .  .   little flower  begs the night   Into  RAVENOUS  FLIGHT     just for a while,   until the sun may rise again !    //    as  narrated  by  sam.  ( © )Â
at the center of the ocean of the   COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES         where the day bids the moon goodnight.  there lies a simple little flower                   its vine twisted  âround the bower ;  holding on to all the power of time         ON  THE  CUSP  OF  DUSK  when the sun bleeds one last drop  .  .  .   little flower  begs the night   Into  RAVENOUS  FLIGHT     just for a while,   until the sun may rise again !    //    as  narrated  by  sam.  ( © )Â
at the center of the ocean of the   COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES         where the day bids the moon goodnight.  there lies a simple little flower                   its vine twisted  âround the bower ;  holding on to all the power of time         ON  THE  CUSP  OF  DUSK  when the sun bleeds one last drop  .  .  .   little flower  begs the night   Into  RAVENOUS  FLIGHT     just for a while,   until the sun may rise again !    //    as  narrated  by  sam.  ( © )Â
IâM  SO  SORRY  FOR  THE  DELAY  IN  REPLIES            they  will  be  attended  to,  soon.  as  of  now,  Iâll be here  making  icons ,  headcanons  &  stuff.
IâM  SO  SORRY  FOR  THE  DELAY  IN  REPLIES            they  will  be  attended  to,  soon.  as  of  now,  Iâll be here  making  icons ,  headcanons  &  stuff.
at the center of the ocean of the   COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES         where the day bids the moon goodnight.  there lies a simple little flower                   its vine twisted  âround the bower ;  holding on to all the power of time         ON  THE  CUSP  OF  DUSK  when the sun bleeds one last drop  .  .  .   little flower  begs the night   Into  RAVENOUS  FLIGHT     just for a while,   until the sun may rise again !    //    as  narrated  by  sam.  ( © )Â
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IâM  SO  SORRY  FOR  THE  DELAY  IN  REPLIES            they  will  be  attended  to,  soon.  as  of  now,  Iâll be here  making  icons ,  headcanons  &  stuff.
at the center of the ocean of the   COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES         where the day bids the moon goodnight.  there lies a simple little flower                   its vine twisted  âround the bower ;  holding on to all the power of time         ON  THE  CUSP  OF  DUSK  when the sun bleeds one last drop  .  .  .   little flower  begs the night   Into  RAVENOUS  FLIGHT     just for a while,   until the sun may rise again !    //    as  narrated  by  sam.  ( © )Â
at the center of the ocean of the   COLOR-SPOTTED ROSES         where the day bids the moon goodnight.  there lies a simple little flower                   its vine twisted  âround the bower ;  holding on to all the power of time         ON  THE  CUSP  OF  DUSK  when the sun bleeds one last drop  .  .  .   little flowe  r begs the night   Into  RAVENOUS  FLIGHT     just for a while,   until the sun may rise again !    //    as  narrated  by  sam.  ( © )Â
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SO  I  OWE  three  starters  from  THIS  starter  call  ( still  open  )  &  a  hell  lot  of  drafts.  but  rn  iâm  switching  to  phone.  yâall  can  IM  me  or  ki/k  me  @ leviosam ! Â
â   IT  WAS  RIGHT  HERE !         on  this  table,  just  there  on  the  edge.   I  go  to  get  some  coffee  &  ITâS  GONE !   Iâm  not  blaming  you  or  saying  that  I  lost  it      itâs  just  .  .  .  I  need  that  diary.   itâs  .  .  .  itâs          â   //   @dewlessorchids  ⥠âd ! Â
IT  WAS  TENDENCY  TO  STAND  TOWARDS  THE  SIDE         when  in  a  crowd  full  of  people.   dressed  out  of  place.    observing ,   swallowing  in  the  occasional  stares.   who  would  wear  an  oversized  flannel  shirt  to  a  formal  dinner  party ?        she  wouldnât  care.    BASELESS  CONVERSATIONS  were  sparking  her  amusement  when  she  notices  someone  on  the  opposite  corner  of  the  hall  .  .  .  pale  &  perhaps  twice  her  stature ;  the  same  person  who  had  been  standing  beside  her  a  few  minutes  ago.   ( LOST  IN  THOUGHTS ;  SHE  DIDNâT  NOTICE  HIM  GONE !   )   his  now  unattended  glass  of  wine  beside  her  taunts  to  be  returned  &  she  does  the  needful.     â   hello !   you  left  this         there.   â     something  tense  marked  his  features        SHARP ,   yet  worrisome.       â   crowds  overwhelm  me  too,  itâs  okay..   â   //   @chosenforthis  ⥠âd ! Â
    â    Itâs  not  like  I was  trying  to  KILL you,   you know.   Itâs  not  my fault you needed a better pair of  gloves  that day,  and it   isnât my fault  your friend  decided to get  nosey.      FILCH  was  collateral  damage, if anything. âÂ
   but yes, you WERE collateral damage in the end.      Â
  thereâs a slight  SHRUG which he soon regrets doing under her sharp gaze.  ( She thinks Iâm a monster      sheâs probably right ).     â Look,  you obviously donât want the truth. â
A  GASP ;  A  LAUGH.   of  course  the  gloves  were  at  fault,    this  is  draco  malfoy.   the  son  of  a  death  eater       A  DEATH  EATER  HIMSELF !   ( former  )   childishly,  she  still  believed  them  to  be  rooted  to  the  same  merciless  pride  &  malice.    Â
HE  OFFERS  AN  ALTERNATIVE.  the  truth.   &  it  somehow  instills  hope  in  her.   perhaps  heâs  not  so  shallow.   there  had  to  be  a   plausible  reason             no  one  is  BORN  such  a  monster.    â   I  can  face  thâ  truth.    buâ  can  yâ  pull  yerself  together  &  give  it  tâ  me ?    â
(  KIND  GIRL ;   donât  be  foolish.   donât  bestow  your  gentility  upon  someone  who  doesnât  probably  value  it.   someone  who  doesnât  deserve  it.  )  Â