#empyream

[onlyliberty-a]

   In all honestly, when one puts forth the idea of a fancy dress party there usually comes the expectation of people actually turning up in fancy dress. A few fairies, a few scantily clad cats, things like that. What Anne hadn’t realised until she’d shown upon in her best homemade skeleton costume -- complete with hours upon hours of gruelling makeup was that they’d meant black tie. Anne grabs a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and fixes her attention on the person to her right. “’M just a skeleton,” she offers simply, “Took fancy dress to be... well,” she gesture down at her meticulously put together costume, “Fancy dress.”

@empyream                /             BLOC PARTY - SKELETON.

[theycallmekaibara]

covers her face in kisses—no less than fifteen, for sure!

She submits to these ministrations with unfettered glee!! She hopes Ah’Jhyen is prepared for retaliation!

[kentmansleys]

      Whenever Kent was afforded the extra time while out on a case, he liked to visit the local museums. He had thusly nosed around in a couple of strange little monuments to subjects of all sorts of variety. Cameras, American shoe making, and a smattering of local art museums. The gallery he was currently wandering around was dedicated to artwork made during the First World War. It was a time period he found particularly interesting, having been born a year after the conflict had exploded. 

      “When they’d find the time to draw?” he murmured aloud to himself. 

@empyream liked for a starter.

[cachazo]

     “ If it upsets you, I don’t know?? ---look away. ”

[glodnyupir]

@empyream liked for a starter 

“You can’t go in there. No one is allowed in there.”

[executare]

@empyream

                 “...You are awake.” Though his voice only betrays very little surprise. A strangeness sticks to this one along with the odd, cloying smell of their blood--foreign, peculiar, dancing unknown on the traveller’s palate from where it still so faintly perfumes the air. Unspoken of (all in due time), as Carvel’s hand takes itself back from where a wound supposedly had lain deep in the stranger’s side. He blinks. The brightness to his eyes suggests wonder, uncertainty, even as the pale set of his face remains solemnly empty. “You have been like this for some time.” A glance is served absently to the glade that crowds about them in the early morning sunlight, blue and soft between the leaves that sway with the breeze singing gently through. “Do you know what happened to you?”

[gywir]

                    “  oh,  languages have been moreso in the back of my mind rather than something that i’ve needed much thought for...  however, it looks like i’m going to have to make more attention starting today.   ”

//  @empyream      ❤ ‘d     for a starter !!

[chosecourage-blog]

@empyream | starter call

They admire the lush garden.   Finding beauty in the plants which seem to flourish.   Gaze particularly finds itself on a flower  ,  beautiful to gaze at and even more beautiful to smell.   The scent is sweet  ,  not to heavy on their sensitive nose.   These are the sights they miss.   So busy with their knightly duties....   Hardly time to stop and smell the flowers  ,  to take in the sight of nature.

❝  Yours ?  ❞   They’ve taken notice of another presence in this place.   Link does not wish to be rude  --  least they be intruding where they should not.   They wait.   Should it be wished  ,  they will leave.