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[remxmbxr]

[🌟] Fingers tapped against the table in an annoyed manner, her eyes darting over to the male who sat across from her; capricious. She sighed, dragging fingers through tangled locks, the tension in the air nearly choking her. Say something, Nat. 

“So, um... It’s nice to see you again.”

[remxmbxr]

[🌟] There was a type of silence that night that felt like no other-- it was calm, though a bit musty, and the waves of the ocean slapped against the shore lazily; everything felt at peace. Hands wrapped around her knees, and she tilts her eyes upward to the stars above, a sigh piercing her lips, her gaze dragging out across the horizon of the whitecaps. Peaceful. 

[fadingmemxries-blog]

[🌟] The sun, nearly painted over by indigo hues on the large canvas above, gave a final adieu to the land below, the last few beings who passed by slowly making their way back to the comfort of their houses. Of course, the flower girl could do no such thing-- certain flowers glowed upon the coming of night, and, on Free Flower Day, it felt like a sin to not give someone else such a wondrously beautiful gift. The flower would not die, nor would it ever wilt, thanks to her special way of growing the beauties; truly a marvel to behold. Seeing one of the last few people walking about-- a demon, specifically-- she quickly constructs a flower crown, a bountiful cornucopia of different shades and breeds, only to stand atop tiptoes to place it along the surface of his head. Curtsying, she lifts her head, a smile skirted by rosy cheeks directed toward him, hands grappling at the hem of her dress still. 

“My, my! You look simply dashing, your Highness! Quite stunning, if I do say so myself.”

[fadingmemxries-blog]

{ Pacing to and fro, a hand ran throughout long locks, feet tapping against the creaking floorboards. The cut wasn’t that bad, right? It wasn’t too deep, and it clearly hadn’t hit any spots that could kill her, but... It hurt like a bitch. Her other hand now cradled the wound, only to reopen it, blood spilling onto the floor. Son of a fuck. }

“Ugh. God damn it--”

{ She reaches for a cloth to clean the puddle of crimson, slipping on it in the process, her body smacking against the floor with a thud. God fucking damn it. Rubbing at her head, she shuts her eyes briefly, the sensation shooting pain throughout her being. }

[fadingmemxries-blog]

{ Lazy, hazy afternoons were all she knew of, now. While it was easy for her to become distracted, she had her attention focused on one particular being-- her housecat-like “friend, Adam. }

“...Adam. Adam. I’m bored, and The Void is really cold. I could make a blanket or something-- or an entire fortress made of ‘em-- but I’m super lazy. What should we do?”