#precisionandgrace

[sameerspiritual]

Second position carves the air's deep theme, core engaged in perfection's seductive call— elequisoly asking what alignment frees, sculpting my hobby to music's graceful thrall.

[sameerspiritual]

Her pose dynamic, leg a soaring plea, intense focus etching elegance's line— asking elequisoly what precision frees, my horizon pleasure, music's rhythm mine.

[the-vayne-train-blog]

"Lady Vayne." Fiora greeted the woman with a nod of her head, and a slight bow. "A pleasure to see you around."

Vayne returned the bow, her expression curt. "Ms. Laurent... Greetings. It's been a long time since I have seen you around."

Vayne did not know much about Ms. Laurent aside from her father's scandal, but she knew that she was a respectable woman; she held respect for her.  

[itsdraaaven-blog]

"You would be a lot more intimidating if you removed that hideous thing you called a moustache."

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”  Draven shushes the duelist for an uncomfortably long time.

“It’s okay, babe.  I can tell by the way you move that you’re a closeted Dravenette.  Don’t worry, it’s natural.  Draven captures the collective hearts of all nations.  Draven likes that.  Draven also likes the way you deflect my axes on the fields sometimes.  Snazzy, and it gives Draven something to work with.”

He gives a sly wink.

“Keep it up, babe.  And your attitude?   It’s so Draven.  Don’t listen to your detractors.”