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grim-kris said: [did u say s m ut

WHY YES I DID

#grimkris #{out of fireflakes}#wiggles butt towards u

⚘ -- grim-kris, adephxgia, teafanee

Lithe digits fiddled with one another as she kept her gaze upon the cemented ground, resisting the urge to sprout flora between her fingers. Too many mundane eyes surrounded the princess yet she was riddled with boredom. Thus, the woman glided gracefully to the nearest stranger, her hands now concealed in her coat pockets. The immaculate visage of the princess was decorated with a sweetened smile as she attempted to acquire their attention, before she discarded the expression and settled for a spontaneous greeting. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but admire your exquisite hair. I'm Victoria-- do you happen to have an interest in flowers?"

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grim-kris:

The callous pads of his fingertips skim through the pages of the book in hand. Making sure he did not crinkle or crumple the pages in any way it were to be possible the leather bound book was old of age, the pages were yellowing and if he had not took meticulous care of it, the fragile book would perish in an instant. He sat comfortably in the Louis XVIII seat, back pressed against the cushion, the plush Renaissance room fused with a touch of Baroque Italian descent was dimly lit by the burning glow of fire in the fireplace, and the soft shafts of moonlight through the mere partings of the velvet curtains. A streak of light drawn along the carpeted floor. He had sat himself near to the windows.

Not much had been done, and the cup of Earl Grey tea that had sat atop the marble topped table in front of him had been halfway sipped. Wufan was immersed with the printed words of the book he read in hand, though not for too long when he sensed another presence quite near to his establishment. Who would visit at such times like these? It could of not been a mere mortal, although he would at times be visited by few more would wander and eventually lose their way, with hearts bearing the heavy weight of disappointment when they could not lead their paths to him, in search for his deeds. The book was set down onto his lap, and he sat still as ever as if he were one of the many marble sculptures of Bernini’s waiting. His senses gravitating towards the unfamiliar presence.

How odd. How peculiar indeed, as after what precedent had Kisaki not quite beheld the grand estate rooted deeply in this forest, at afore times? At certainty he had grasped upon the idea of the uninhabited grove of wildwoods and scrubland positively, being forsaken and vacant of any of these odds and ends he knew previously to have been established at the site. Now asserted by his misconceptions, the impression the building had left on him was quite marvellous in its variety of sizes. A strong reminder of the residual craftsmanship he found to be left in remains in terms of Renaissance artwork and style his previous home in Florence was built with. However, not as shabby as his poor historic self was, this spectacle was quite exquisite when laid in parallel picture to the image he had drawn within his head consisting of the snippets that at certain times would come flooding back to him.

More or less the man remained mesmerized and his deviating steps had without further notice escorted him towards the front porch. An authentic trifle of rich wood — red cherry, or chestnut most likely, but his senses could deceive him blindly — shook him upon entering the nostrils, and it was with musing sentiment he had been tossed down upon a precious lane of nostalgic memories. Without further questioning himself or his whereabouts, the embellished figure raised a hand to the wide door and knocked three times in patient secession, whereas after he would withdraw from the ascended step he had taken as to reach the entrance.

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