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❝ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 @enchantrss​ ❞

˙ ˖ ✧ Oz encarava as instalações de cima a baixo com um sorriso incrédulo nos lábios. Era isso que Pierre havia se prestado à oferecer para eles? Duvidava que o prefeito agora estaria dormindo em uma dessas cabanas. Ao adentrar, teve que deixar um riso escapar dos lábios, como se o som pudesse o provar que aquilo não era mesmo verdade. Oz não se incomodava com coisas simples, pelo contrário, havia vivido parte de sua vida sem nada. Ainda sim, aquilo estava longe do que ele se gabava ser o famoso acampamento. E ainda queria dizer que era em homenagem à esposa. Pobre Clarion. Deveria estar se contorcendo no túmulo agora. Estava analisando o porque de ter mais de uma  ate ver Lydia entrar atrás de si. "Ah..." Suspirou, cruzando os braços e se virando para a mesma. "Você também vai se prestar a dormir aqui...?" Questionou enquanto encarava os arredores.

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            ❛   OH NO ,   i couldn’t wear anything like that ,   i’d look ridiculous   ❜    //   @enchantrss ,   sc

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@enchantrss // starter call

The trees arch overhead and the houses are antiquated, a good few of the women walking around looking oddly like they’ve been extracted from a fairy tale (careful knife movements around the illustrations of fae). A strange place he’s found himself in, Lovecraft looks about with a dazed interest, the espurr at his feet skittering in happy circles, playing with a fallen leaf.

          “This town hardly seems real....”

Maybe he is dreaming, who knows. A woman dressed like a butterfly is standing in front of him, there’s an odd anachronistic schoolhouse-like building next to eh largest tree he’s seen, if Lovecraft suddenly woke up and found he was actually facedown in the snow he wouldn’t be surprised.

[abcdcrio]

With @enchantrss​

Ainda que mantivesse seu papel naquela ridícula maldição, meramente pelo apreço que possuía pelas artes, ainda assim procurava sair para espairecer sempre que a oportunidade lhe surgia, a posição que possuía lhe permitia tal coisa. Como sempre, a visita a galeria de artes da cidade era uma de suas atividades menos odiadas ali, ainda que o local estivesse longe de conter as pinturas magníficas que ele possuía em sua residência em Tenebris. De inicio lhe foi uma surpresa notar a presença da feiticeira ali, ainda que fizesse certo sentido, considerando a vaidade e apreço pelas coisas belas que a Davenport possuía, ainda assim considerava que a outra fosse achar tal coisa um tanto entediante. ❝Há que devo a honra de sua companhia, nesta exposição? Quem quer que tenha escolhido punir aqui, espero que não eu não esteja dentre as opções.❞

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✮ = stargazing .

It was astonishing just how different the sky could look, this far out of Lumiose. The city of light was aptly named, but not in any way N really appreciated. All those streetlamps, shops, vehicles, buildings, towers: every light turned the city into a shining beacon, drowning out any hope of natural darkness and burying all the stars in a wash of murky gray.

Farther north, you could finally see them again. And on a clear night like tonight, with not even a moon to muffle them, they stood out like scattered glitter across the deep black of the night.

“Stargazing is such a beautiful history lesson. I wonder how many of them are already gone, or how many new stars already exist that we’ll never see.” He’d voiced the comments before he’d even fully realized he wasn’t alone. Clearly, he’d wandered into someone else enjoying the view, and--ah. It was the woman from before, with the Goomy. “S-sorry, I’m intruding. Again. Please excuse me.”

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@enchantrss, continued from here

N hadn't looked embarrassed when he'd hefted the shorter human, but he had the wherewithal to look it now. "Please excuse my intrusion. It will just be a moment."

Sure enough, it was only a moment later that a mass of Goomy emerged from the side of the path, all chattering and hurrying as they swarmed over the road. They left a glistening coating of goo in their wake, including over N's sneakers and the lower six inches of his khakis.

"Your clothing ... I suspected that you would prefer they remain clean." He'd notice that most humans with such elaborate outfits didn't appreciate getting them slimy.

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(@enchantrss liked for a starter!)

“How can you wear clothes like that all the time, Val?” Maylene paused to strike the bag with a powerful roundhouse kick. “It’s gotta get uncomfortable after a while, right?”