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an original character crafted for @/TheDarkestRPG.
@DaphneG_DT Cherry margins seems to pout then, turning the slightest bit downward as a new crease formed between manicured brows.
βMaybe he is listening β and he just doesnβt know what to say.β
Her arm is causally linked with @DaphneG_DTβs, the girls moving from shop to shop without the slightest bit of urgency.
Flurries catch on her lashes, lips wrapped around the top of her sugar quill before popping free suddenly.
βHave you talked to Moros?β
Georgiana had been contemplating @WEATHERBY_DT in silence before coming to a conclusion from across the table. There was a quiet sigh, a tilt of her head that shifted golden tresses.
βItβs a shame about your dirty blood, Selene. You really are quite pretty.β
@TKnott_DT As his head tilted, as did hers in the opposite direction β amusement clear on her features as said quill as set aside.
βAnd just how would you like to be entertained? I for one havenβt a single idea.β
She toyed with a grin.
@TKnott_DT βApparently Iβm not reading anything.β
She quipped with a quiet laugh.
βAnd you were hardly asleep, Theo, donβt be so dramatic.β
@TKnott_DT Eyes widened briefly β until she remembered just how little she cared for the topic of herbology. Sketches and paragraphs of twigs and tentacula were so graciously thrown to the wind, her hands still perched as if holding the tome. >>
@TKnott_DT Each action of his seemed to spark and crackle along her skin, butterflies taking flight β but she kept up that easy smile, falling back into her seat with a pleased simper.
βOnly when I want to be, sweetheart, keep that in mind wonβt you?β
Legs crossed, her book reopened.
@TKnott_DT A quiet giggle escaped the moment digits encircled her wrist, azure depths suddenly alight with mischief.
βMe? I havenβt done a thing.β
β πππππ§ππ’π¨π§ β π’π¬ ππ‘π πππ π’π§π§π’π§π π¨π πππ―π¨ππ’π¨π§. β
an original character crafted for @/TheDarkestRPG.
@Theodosia_HP Warm depths slid her way, the lord in the middle of sipping his champagne when brows lifted with her arrival.
The crystal he held was lowered, lips briefly being wetted by his tongue before a smile broadened with ease.
βMy Lady Campbell. .β
He paused, bowing.
βA pleasure.β
@GabrielC_HP βVery good, perhaps we will breath some life into the place!β
The silver of his rings clinked softly against the crystal taken into his hand, brows raising as the Marquess indulged in a sip with a delighted hum before snorting softly at that follow up inquiry.
βAwful, surely.β