#vilefeather

[ncumenia-archived]

|| continuing from 🌑 ||

|| @vilefeather ||

Mesmerized by Crow's moves and mannerism, the woman utterly forgot what she asked him afterward, getting a closer look of his clothes. The fabric looked pretty much expensive and exquisite to her eyes.

«Have I already told you my mother was a master weaver? She made me so many dresses. And, I still have some of them! It's such a shame I don't have stuff that could suit you...»

Since the size difference between the two was noticeable, the Lunari tilted her head a little.

«Who made your clothes...? They look so well done, Crow!»

[fragmented-desire-archived]

@vilefeather​

“Fine.”

There was a brief pause. Vyre actually didn’t know how to calculate currency outside of the Bits and Bytes she uses on some rare occasions. 

“Uh...” Some electricity sparked and crackled as the corruption from her code infected the machine with ease. Very quickly after, it began to spit out a copious amount of cash like a gacha machine hitting its jackpot.

“Well, there you go. Do whatever. I wont judge.”

[monstriiss]

Are we friends yet

" No. "

A pause, and a slow smile spread across her lips.

" But you can be well acquainted with a nice sharp branch. "

[vilestblood]

"Do you miss life in the court, Lord Prince? You certainly seemed like you enjoyed your days in the ballrooms."

"Ofttimes I enjoyed them, Indeed. Then, sometimes, I tolerated them." Yet one wouldn't have known by just observing him; his elegant enthusiasm was always firmly in place, worn like an armour.

"I do miss it, though. Yes. Yes. I miss everything about the old days of Cainhurst --- the good and the bad."

[belsevere]

❛ Height: 6'1 ❜  ~ @vilefeather​

COMPARING HEIGHTS / 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 ;

[feytherstorm]

@vilefeather

Smooches

Xayah chuckles, ears lowering slightly.

“You always greet me so kindly when I step out of the wilds...”

[luckyberet]

✧* ░   Among lingering scent of IRON, the silence feels unwelcoming. Even still, her shadow dances in the rhythm of the flickering candles - staring ahead of a play of yet another shadow, cast by an avian like figure. The things she was supposed to bring, now fell on the stone floor with an echo, bouncing towards the top heights of the pillars. “ Y-ou’re not the good hunter... ” || @vilefeather​ liked!

[ladybuvelle]

What is the Muse's favorite breakfast? Muse-li.