And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted..Nevermore!!! ✨#thewitchinghour #raven #silouette #blackasnight #sacredcreature #darkmessenger
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And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted..Nevermore!!! ✨#thewitchinghour #raven #silouette #blackasnight #sacredcreature #darkmessenger
ప్రముఖ సోషల్ మీడియా దిగ్గజం ఫేస్ బుక్ ఆండ్రాయిడ్, ఐఓఎస్ స్మార్ట్ ఫోన్ యూజర్ల కోసం కొత్త ఫీచర్ ను ప్రవేశపెడుతోంది. అదే. డార్క్ మోడ్ ఫీచర్. మెసేంజర్ యాప్ లో డార్క్ మోడ్ ఫీచర్ అందుబాటులోకి తీసుకొస్తామని చెప్పిన ఫేస్ బుక్.. Dark mode in Facebook Messanger Application in 2019
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✏ : What are their creative outlets? | @dark-messenger
To make up for her lack of ability to utilize white magic, she has learned to be an apocathary. So, picking materials for potions and ethers and creating them are her ideas of a creative outlet. She may also create other potions on her own, utilizing what she had learned from previous recipes. There’s also training, whether it be black (and white) magic or her fighting skills in general. By the time she’s able to utilize trance at will, she would have created her own fighting style and mastered it entirely.
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「✮」The cliffs provided a much needed refuge from the deluge of questions that followed her whenever she spent time on the surface world. It was probably a cop-out, and as much as she truly enjoyed the presence of others- sometimes it was still necessary to be alone. Up here, she could clearly see the mist that engulfed her village. What once had protected them from outsiders- from this distance it really did seem quite flimsy. She did not remember it, but she knew that they had lived separated from the rest of the world for years and years. But that was no longer possible.
Sighing into the empty dusk surrounding her, she traversed the rough terrain, allowing all of her focus to shift towards placing her feet as stable as possible on the rocky floor. It was a game to distract her from thinking- to place attention away from figuring things out and questioning it all. Another distraction arose in the form of the telltale sound of rocks falling down the cliff not too far off.
Blinding light from the setting sun hindered her sight, but the shadow of a figure all to close to the edge was still clear. She called out to this individual, slightly incredulous anyone would be that foolish.
"What are you doing?"
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Friend.
That was what this king called him; the term of endearment like a drop into dark waters. His memories immediately stirred and distorted, stilling seamlessly upon the surface, forever changed beneath.
Royalty was ever gullible.
“Idle hours are so rare for those in position of esteemed responsibility! Nonetheless I concur. It has been far too long and far too dreadful to dwell upon, though your lamentation is as charming as your nature…” he drawled with appropriate airs, words of one flatterer to another, eager to assure his latest proxy, “Let us instead bask in the moment while it is upon us. I trust you are enjoying the Alexandrian delicacies I sent?”
Oh, dreadful indeed!
Naturally, the blond does his utmost to appear poised and unflappable as ever in the presence of his company... But even Edgar, with his many heaps of cheer and boundless courage, cannot hide the weariness from his gaze. Unfortunately, moments like these have become painfully few and far between for Figaro's ruler, run ragged by the plight of his beloved country. He's tiring, and it's beginning to show.
"Ah, but of course. It's almost as though you knew I had a weakness for sweet treats, particularly ones as delicious as those you sent over."
Smiling into his palm, the King idly stirs away at the cup of tea set before him. The rhythmic clinking of the metal spoon against ceramic seems to soothe him somewhat, and he loses himself to the sound in spite of however obnoxious the racket may be for anyone else present.
"Such generosity was much appreciated in the absence of your company, Kuja... Though I shall certainly fear for my waistline should you keep it up!"
dark-messenger replied to your post “I will never show my self cray cray dude.”
ooc: we should hang out 8l
{ ic or ooc? Because I've been admiring your character and writing from afar, and can't say I'd mind either! }
// Wow Hikari...can your tongue get any more offensive? XD