#pearlscnt

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@pearlscnt @loxebites @voice-mikaru Nooo I can’t show yet! It’s a secret!

@crimsoncoloured My clothes were not this excited 笑

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for @pearlscnt

     Parties were one of the many things he delighted in. The parties of his simmering youth were ones of freedom and a cacophony of noise he’d yet to tire of. Events such as these on the other hand were stiff to say the least. Inflated egos and sharp lines; making it all too obvious that he wasn’t a part of the crowd. Yet his invitation had arrived in the form of a last minute call earlier in the day from a friend who was truly more acquaintance than anything else. But who was Dio to say no to an excuse for free booze and tinkling music? Of course it wasn’t that easy, for the invitation also came with a warning tut. It was suits or bust, and apparently this time around, he meant it. The deity snorted to himself when he thought of the coral tropical print suit he’d made a point of showing up in the last time an invitation of this nature came around. The horror.

     Instead he had poised himself exceptionally among the squadron of the fashionably extravagant, garbed in a tailored black suit jacket, notched at the lapels with the addition of a stylishly lined tartan trim; accompanied by a matching pair of trimmed and cropped trousers for he was nothing but a good sport when he chose to be. Few and far between, to be sure, but Dio figured if he was going to play along for one night, it would be the Vogue Japan sort. The second his taxi had slowed before the hall lit up beyond reason, he knew he was in over his head. Which made it all the more exciting. Without Elli to accompany him and rein him in; whether or not she knew it, more often than not she acted as a sort of impulse control; he was on his own and to anyone with half a brain, that should’ve made for a terrifying thought. The interior was garish in its misgivings, thin fingers curled around even thinner stems as insipid chatter threatened to fill the empty space between his ears. He needed a drink and stat. Just about accosting the closest waiter touting a tray, Dio didn’t even care that the champagne served tasted like too much money gone to waste. It would do the trick. 

     And it was with two glasses firmly planted in his hands, that he traipsed, nodding when he thought he recognized someone. Sometimes he would slow for a brief stint in conversation, those died out, only to be replaced with a much needed sip from each glass. His wandering gaze blatantly stopped on the pale profile of a very familiar woman. Familiar in that he’d stalked her blog, seen her in articles, stared at some pretty pictures; the usual schtick. Nothing tonight could stop him from going right over to the righteously dressed woman with striking features, sidling up to her like they were close friends. “Y’might want to start drinking if this is how you’re gonna’ behave,” grin slow, he switched out an emptied glass for a new one in passing, quick to offer it up to the empty handed woman with all the presumption he could muster up. “Thank you very hard. For a second back there, I thought I was going t’have to pretend I liked talkin’ to folks out ‘ere. Small world, huh?” Dio was running with the clear assumption that she remembered him, their short conversation in x-files apparently being of import. With the added gall of sporting a look that should’ve known better, no dressing up could disguise the mischief constantly shaping his face.   

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Happy birthday! 🎂🥂

Thanks, Kaguya! ✌🏽✌🏽Now how many folks can say they got well wishes from the likes of you, huh?

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✒

So, see, I got this long running scar that kinda’ goes ‘round the knuckles on my left hand and splays out into my palm. It’s a short story really, as dumb as it is deservin’. One of those shoulda’ knows. I was relatively young, late teens, on the precipice of “adulthood” when I had the gall to not only bathe a panther, but try and put a handmade sarong on her too. In my defence, she was usually pretty docile! We got along really well, hell, even let me sit on top of her sometimes. So I had no reason to think she wouldn’t let me play a little dress up. Booooy, was I wrong. She wasn’t havin’ any of it that day, mind you, she was tolerant of the bathing bit but the sarong musta’ set her off. Doubted my questionable fashion sense perhaps? Whatever it was, one second she was wet and growly, but chill for the most part; next thing I knew, she swiped the fabric right outta’ my hands when I tried threading one of her hind legs through it, claws out, just missing my chest. It coulda’ been worse, and I learned an important lesson that day: sarongs and big cats don’t mix.All about the hindsight, amiright?

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Send me a ♥ to find out something that makes my muse happy. Send a ♡ to find out something that makes them sad

♥ The smell of rain.♥ Getting home and changing into more comfortable clothes.♥ When her boyfriend brings dinner from work for her.♥ The smell of clean clothes when they’re just out of the dryer.♥Baking sweets with her babies.

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The cutest and pink thing ever. How did you ever managed to maintain that color and kept it vibrant?

Haha, spending lots of time and money on it! And I plan on bringing it back eventually! Black looks good on you, but boring on me.

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Slurred words

“M’not entirely sure you’re even from around ‘ere. How much you wanna’ bet you’re from earth 2, middle earth or some shit. No way you ain’t got elven blood in ya’.” It was times like these he should’ve stuck with spitting out the champagne than switching out for something harder, and in his case, a lot more palatable. His only saving grace was the wall at his back that kept him propped up, but the absolutely serious expression on his face despite the loosened tied and unbuttoned dress shirt, hair a mess, sleeves rolled up; readied for a battle no one had asked him to prepare for. “I know shit all about you, and m’not even all that sure I’m worthy of knowin’ anyway. You got grace and all that fancy shit about you; but somethin’ is simmerin’ underneath. You’re a trip.”

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Your makeup is so cute

Thank you Kaguya ♥ First time during our vacation that I had time to do my makeup properly!