#abietto

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Camera poses. . . . . #ladiesday #ladiestime #abietto #ladies #squad (at La Premier XXI - Mall Kelapa Gading)

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Hati hati di jalan ya kintan.... . . . . #abietto #ladies #squad #ladiestime #ladiesday (at La Premier XXI - Mall Kelapa Gading)

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Nonton kaga....brisik iya.... . . . . . . #squad #ladies #abietto (at La Premier XXI - Mall Kelapa Gading)

[roselionne-blog]

omfg I want a CI AU in which Vincent and Lotti are Sebastian and Kathryn and Ada is Annette

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Sent ; 2:03am

From : Gil

Recipient : Brother

Are you up ? I know it’s late at night, but sleep isn’t really coming to me right now. I’m lonely...that came out weird. I didn’t want to appear that way, sorry for bothering you.

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Sent ; 2:17am

From : Gil

Recipient : Brother

Everything looks hazy, my eyesight must really be leaving me. I’m only 24 though, that can’t be possible. Oh wait, it’s 2am, right ? It’s so late at night, must be my insomnia, although it’s self-diagnosed. I don’t have the right to say that, goodnight.

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Sent ; 2:25am

From : Gil

Recipient : Brother

Everything is dark, but I guess I’ve grown accustomed to that. Everything about me resembles something dark, no matter what. I don’t like that, I have good qualities, right ? Don’t lie to me, I really don’t have any. I’m useless, I’ll never live up to anything.

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Sent ; 2:49am

From : Gil

Recipient : Brother

I don’t deserve anything, delete these messages in the morning.

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[rejicios]

☠

☠: a threatening message. 

20:19 

[Message: Sent]

"Get the hell out of my room, or I’ll kill you! Can’t you see I’m doing something?" 

[protectxur]

Well Lucca's finally heard me sing and thank god my voice didn't crack at the end of Let It Go ahahaha.

[whenadasmiles-blog]

At Your Service || Twelfth Night AU

    The memories were still cast upon her as she readied herself at the dukedom. There was no possible way her transformation would be found out -- though the binding on her chest often proved to be a hassle and of a discomfort. She often played it off chiefly as a breathing problem; asthma, if you will. The fact that she'd made it along this far was what surprised her most. The man who had found her really was in her favor for having given her a pair of boy's trousers and array of layered shirts. Ada had even gone out of her way to refer to herself by alias -- Odell, to be exact.

    Her brother remained vivid in her mind, though. The thought alone of him having died at sea was enough to produce a thickened coat of emotion in her throat. She swallowed it down and brushed dainty fingers under her eyes. There was no use in allowing herself to get choked up with emotion when she had a Duke awaiting hers -- his? -- arrival. He was in no optimal state of mind, either.

    Love was a silly thing. It made people silly. Ada was a witness of it, but never a victim, not as of yet. Honestly, she had never had the time for such affairs when her brother was at her side. 

    Until the true disposition of her brother was to be found, Ada intended to support herself with this occupation alone. A servant was better than a beggar, after all. Her hands went to the breast of her shirt to adjust the buttons, then to her coat, and up to her pinned up hair which would soon disappear under the comfort of a hat. The thought of cutting her hair entirely had come to mind once or twice -- but if she was found out, what would be left of her appearance? The act of dressing like a man was radical enough. 

    Eventually, Ada came barreling down the stairs, occasionally stealing glances at her trousers and how strange it was to wear them. How could men function in these? It was a restraint -- like corsets were for woman. 

    "Ahh-- Duke? I heard word that you requested my presence?" 

    --Did I mention she had played often with her vocals, resulting in cracks and a variety of pitches that made her hold a more prepubescent boy-like nature than she expected?