04-09-2021, 05:41 AM
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ultimum eques
the golden eyes
stoneguard
albino oriental
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the golden eyes
stoneguard
albino oriental
tags
[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: georgia; color: #664b4a; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 12px;"]NEVER GETS ANY BETTER, ONLY GETS WORSE
Had he been informed of the shared curiosity, well educated the guess he may formulate for numerous those grown brazen and thus aloud spoken queries alike the fly that proved insistent, maybe looser his tongue. Or tighter the cage, his questions locked alongside stories embedded in flesh that left a fading map of his history written against his skin. Reserved, secretive in a fashion that incited only suspicion, further thrown at him, spat into his face when refusal met cruel digging. Unfitting such for the man before, a soul that seemed heavy beneath a burden that acted a mirror to his own, and thus opinion was shelved, softened beneath gathered knowledge.
Always seemed on hand a smile to paint along those pale lips, prepared as though pleasant the company of any, a notion difficult to accept, grating grown his for found a purpose in it. Aside put it, however, crooked the manner mouth curled, unnecessary in a presence that imparted a warmth Vincent found he wished to indulge within. Fleeting the thought, attention following shifting vision, assessed once more the work already performed. Settled upon the necessary task, rigid the extremity that rose in brief gesture, taunt grown his lips as Aesior allowed his discomfort to show.
Too far had he pushed himself, it seemed prone to this, few and rather distant the instances recalled when seen the other resting. Idle hands a distressing thing, that much Vincent may understand, this seemed all too far simply to find a way to occupy oneself. His thoughts were broken as the silence was similarly shattered, the voice familiar though the tone not, words taking a moment to register.
It seemed the child had a bit of a short fuse, or the barely concealed barbs had grown too numerous and retaliation had become the only suitable response. Still startling the manner Fraggle spoke, sharp the snort of laughter he tried to mask as a cough, paw briefly pressing against his chest. Poor the act, still his laughter continued even through the coughing, his efforts not the best as it were for he cared little for what Cleo thought of him. Thus far she seemed set on acting in a particular fashion that incited nothing but a bitter taste in the back of his mouth, acting in a cordial manner towards her was beyond him now.
Lacking any suitable addition his attention turned as Fraggle began his work, though he made no move that may be deemed as interference. The child was capable, and his offer was one that would stand for him as well though he bore no wish to foist unwelcome assistance on the lagamorph, few the steps he took towards the embankment.
[/td][/tr][/table]Always seemed on hand a smile to paint along those pale lips, prepared as though pleasant the company of any, a notion difficult to accept, grating grown his for found a purpose in it. Aside put it, however, crooked the manner mouth curled, unnecessary in a presence that imparted a warmth Vincent found he wished to indulge within. Fleeting the thought, attention following shifting vision, assessed once more the work already performed. Settled upon the necessary task, rigid the extremity that rose in brief gesture, taunt grown his lips as Aesior allowed his discomfort to show.
Too far had he pushed himself, it seemed prone to this, few and rather distant the instances recalled when seen the other resting. Idle hands a distressing thing, that much Vincent may understand, this seemed all too far simply to find a way to occupy oneself. His thoughts were broken as the silence was similarly shattered, the voice familiar though the tone not, words taking a moment to register.
It seemed the child had a bit of a short fuse, or the barely concealed barbs had grown too numerous and retaliation had become the only suitable response. Still startling the manner Fraggle spoke, sharp the snort of laughter he tried to mask as a cough, paw briefly pressing against his chest. Poor the act, still his laughter continued even through the coughing, his efforts not the best as it were for he cared little for what Cleo thought of him. Thus far she seemed set on acting in a particular fashion that incited nothing but a bitter taste in the back of his mouth, acting in a cordial manner towards her was beyond him now.
Lacking any suitable addition his attention turned as Fraggle began his work, though he made no move that may be deemed as interference. The child was capable, and his offer was one that would stand for him as well though he bore no wish to foist unwelcome assistance on the lagamorph, few the steps he took towards the embankment.
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