#ivyraven

[nerissatriton-blog]

   @ivyraven x

    “ Yes Ivy, very much so. It was a gift, a replica of grandmother’s music box --- except with rose gold instead of yellow. Funny how I was starting to think this place wasn’t as filled with trash as I did upon my arrival, but I guess that is being naïve; what if someone stole it?! ” Letting out a deep, heavy sigh, the redhead brushed a curl behind her ear. “ We could do that, yes, but I warn you: the only people who enter my room besides myself are my family and a very close friend. None of them would ever do such a thing to me ... I am Holmes? ”  The princess inquired with a laugh, hands resting on her hips in a prideful manner.  “ Can’t say I was expecting any less. Here, follow me, ” and so, the redhead started to make way towards her bedroom. 

[artistxque-old]

For once, Toulouse busied himself with something other than artwork, and though it wasn’t directly related to painting, he could still consider an art. He had walked himself to the library, his nose stuck in column after column of books trying to find the right one. Just as he reached for one, another fell a few down the line. “Shit...” he muttered, placing the one he wanted back down to pick up the fallen victim. When he looked up, he noticed he was no longer alone. “Oh— Sorry... I didn’t see you.”

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