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Nooo cinnamon rose come back ily
(imo lol no. i can never come back from that. HERE is the song i was listening to; for those all who couldn’t remember)
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narsussism replied to your post: (EVERYONE CAN UNFOLLOW ME AND BLOCK ME NOW. ...
Nooo cinnamon rose come back ily
(imo lol no. i can never come back from that. HERE is the song i was listening to; for those all who couldn’t remember)
♕ 『 LONG LIVE THE KING 』
@ill-fatedprince ❖ @kkniight ❖ @narsussism ❖ @wrathsinned ❖ @lcgion
narsussism replied to your post “Back! (Sort of...)”
[ welcome back darling! <3 it's always a joy to see your posts on my dash ]
Thank you! I’m so happy to hear from you too.~
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“Not another Pan. Why me...?”
“Are you going to continue to sulk or are we going to have a decent conversation that doesn’t include your morbid art?”
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Walking in the bazaar was always hard, especially when you were shorter than a good ninety-five percent of people, it was crowded, and you weighed basically nothing at all.
Up ahead - a human drops a bag, it falling unnoticed behind him.
“Hey -!” It takes a minute to catch up, swimming through the crowd with great effort. At least this human has a distinctive coloration to his hair - a strange, shimmery blonde. “You dropped this!”
It was one physical trait in particular that drew Isley to the man, causing him to slow his pace to a halt in the busy street. Perhaps it was because Isley had not seen much of the world that he’d never encountered someone quite like that, but whatever the reason, it was strange and new to him.
As if Isley had any right to judge what was “strange...”
Still, he stared openly, unashamed of his own interest. His curiosity, after all, was pure and innocent in this case.
“Are your eyes purple...? That’s something I’ve never seen before.”
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