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it’s not like she minds — it’s often she steals glances , be it for her appearance or overall existence .
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rose is extended , carefully handled in between two long nails shining a deep black . “ don’t worry , it’s dead already . ”
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she would love that — she still has that black rose violet gave her pressed tight between the pages of a book … it would make a gorgeous accessory , wouldn't it ?
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( * @cheersnaps ) she moves like a GHOST — trailing darkened - fabric behind like a specter , eyes set deep in its natural state . “ nice uniform . ”
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still finding it quite strange . “ you’re jonathan , right ? ” hand to be extended , silver bangles surrounding wrist clinking freely . “ i’m lydia . i’m new here . ”
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eerie surroundings , collecting dust . it’s painfully familiar to darkened eyes — observing methodically , studying with ever present curiosity . ( it will be the DEATH of her someday . . . )
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“ yes , that would be me . ” from neck , a well - loved NIKON F - 301 , ( + )
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a fleeting comment , an obsidian tinted brow arched in amusement . it was welcomed , quick to appreciate the display of desolation — at least she could bask in it .
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“ where is everyone else ? ” questioned between teeth , tilt of cranium along with raven tresses ( + )
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