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[terrxns-blog]

hitojichi

   “Let’s see, Chamomile Apartment...”

The brunet with red eyes are scrolling his eyes around the streets as he hold a piece of paper right on his right hand. What paper? He just got it this morning, right after seven hours of his arrival in this place. Saying that he is moved to the chamomile apartment, And he has his own personal things there. 

To be honest, he was very confused. This happened so suddenly, and no one is giving any explanation to him. Plus, he has no one  that he knew at the current time- well, his thinking was wrong, though, Since there is someone he k n o w s here.

  “Here it is.” The male with auburn hued locks says as he found a door that signs his name right on the side of the door. Did he live alone? What a glad. Slowly, he opened the door open, revealing a  figure that he never expect to meet. 

[versian-blog]

pitbull is love, pitbull is life || slaine

     { ☪ } —; Confusion was ever a development pressed onto the Princess, as finding one's self in the throws of war to now one completely differing planet-- (Was this still Earth?) Often saddening prospects were delivered in such a situation, after all Asseylum missed Vers dearly-- it was her home, the people she loved and cherished the most lived there; it would be her world to rule one day. Blatantly, she knew not of what had conspired between this time, nor that is was her very own people conspiring against her; still she knew now she belonged on Earth.

     In the short amount of time spending on the surface of Earth, she'd enjoyed it immensely, from the many things spoken in her younger years; to this moment-- everything had been as she imagined it. If anything, her entire world was pressed in Earth's hands; fascination with every twist and turn she could find. With ivory skin dangling above the waters edge, Asseylum's gaze stares up at the sky-- stars now twinkling beneath the nights sky.

     Never has she seen something so beautiful, even on Vers.

     "It is beautiful," she speaks, pressing dainty fingers together under hushed tones. Blonde locks swaying as a breeze hits her back, before footsteps draw near-- she supposes if anyone could hear her they'd think she was strange. Perhaps it was the case, but growing more comfortable in her own skin was needed at this moment. "Do you think so?" Addressing the person, she stays fixated upon each twinkle, amusement ever bearing upon her lips.