Oct 31, 2014
I never realised quite how difficult it is to find suitable attire for a ball.
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I never realised quite how difficult it is to find suitable attire for a ball.
Gods, but it's dark in here..how can you possibly stand it?
Oh, hm.
Gone and tangled up the thread, have I ... and the scissors not to be had! Reckon I left them elsewhere ... begging your pardon, you aren't carrying something sharp, are you?
Truly need to learn how to keep my mouth shut here.
So you are telling me...
Everyone in this city is completely ignorant of the fact that innocent people are dying outside the walls? You're all fine to just sit by and do nothing? I know I'm called a bastard but damn... Even I'm not that bad.
Sculptures: Alex & ?
His first week in the city had been spent refinding his bearings and gathering information about people in particular the Royal Family aswell as healing from the runin with his father's brutish guards. Now fully informed on what was going on his mind could finally be just a little at ease.
Today was no different. Alexandre sat on a stool studying his sketchbook intently; he’d been planning this idea for a while but never had the time to sit down and go ahead with it. That was until now. So far he’d successfully sculpted the symmetrical bases but now it came to the most important part of the task the actual sculpture itself.
He’d sketched out ideas of what he’d like and eventually he’d come up with a design he liked the look of. Sighing quietly to himself he set the worn book down on to the table beside him. Everything was the correct proportions and sizings scaled down. He’d known this was going to be a difficult task to complete but it didn’t change the fact that he was determined to do this - and do it well. Grabbing the hammer and chisel he set to work the resounding tap tap of the chisel against the marble echoing around the currently empty workshop. Usually no one bothered him at work but occasionally they did and he was so intent on getting his work perfect he completely missed the sound of the door behind him opening and the entrance of a person.
"Huh?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
Brr.
Oh, ever had a chill like someone's just walked over your grave?