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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2025 7:33 pm
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Empty Classroom xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Lyric xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Making Lace xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? He's my hero!
It was a bit wild to think that Lyric was impressed by her work. Ella thought she was a far cry from the others she'd seen. But Lyric seemed so awed about the lace she'd been weaving. He said she was amazing, which made her blush. "I'm really glad you like it. I-I've been worried that it wasn't good enough for something so fancy as a wedding dress." She brushed a hand through her hair, tucking a bit behind her ear as Linsey so often did for her. And Lyric seemed super excited when she offered to teach him how to make lace.
He said it'd be great and Ella was about to summon him over, but he had a different idea. He wanted to help with her sewing work? Apparently he was pretty good from helping at the club his family ran. "I would love the help! I'm sure you'll do great too." She walked over to the mannequin, then ducked down to open her sewing box. Milan had so kindly put one together, complete with all the supplies for sewing, lace, and embroidery. She also lifted up her sketch book, which she held close while Lyric said he knew how to follow the patterns and that he wanted to help. "For right now, just getting the pieces together would be a huge help. They're draped now and I have the pieces all figured out. If you're able to sew it, it'll get us a million times closer." She nodded, then handed the book over to him, a smile on her face. "You're really a wonderful soul, you know that?" He was so kind to spend his free time helping with her wedding tasks!
{{Wearing :: Stripes and flowers}}
I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ "Hɪᴅᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, " ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ, "'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛs" I'ᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀsʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ sᴄᴀʀs "Rᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, " ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ, "ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ'ʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ" Bᴜᴛ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴜsᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴜs ғᴏʀ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢʟᴏʀɪᴏᴜs! Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀʀᴘᴇsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ғʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ 'ᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ I ᴀᴍ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ, I ᴀᴍ ʙʀᴜɪsᴇᴅ, I ᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴏ I'ᴍ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍᴇ! Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴍ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ I ᴅʀᴜᴍ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ, I ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɴᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍᴇ!
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2025 8:55 pm
I felt what the pain from true sadness is like I really need your embrace I'm like a moth to a flame But when my feelings with you, I am longer confused I am teary-eyed, but with you, they start to dry  Slʮtɦeɾiƞ Seνeƞtɦ Yeɑɾ 🌻 Heɾɓσlσɠʯ Clʋɓ Cɑptɑiɳ 🌻 Iɗeɑlist 🌻 🍀☯🌷☮Lyric's brow furrowed as Ella spoke so blasé about her talent and even said she hadn't felt it was good enough-!-to go on Linsey's wedding dress. Like what?! "Are you kidding?! Anyone would be lucky to be able to wear something like this, so Linsey is absolutely going to love it." he told her seriously. Heck, he could think of three ladies just off the top of his head at the club who would quite literally give Ella any amount of gold to get draped in lacework like this. He was going to say as much, but then she happily agreed to let him assist her with his work and he figured he could sing her praises while also helping her in due time. He shucked off his backpack placing it on a side wall away from anything that looked important as well as peeling off his jacket so he'd have better range of motion to work and laid it on top of his bag. His hair might also be a problem so he used one of his numerous hair ties to pull it back into a small if slightly messy bun with a shorter strand escaping and falling back against his right ear.
Lyric followed his friend over to her mannequin and waited patiently for her to pull out her sewing box and a notebook. As he bent lower and Ella pressed closer, he saw it was actually a sketchbook, specifically a sketch and pattern of the dress in front of him. When she explained everything had already been cut and measured and all he would really have to do is put it all together, he gave her a grin and nod as he took the book to take another look over the pattern to ensure he knew the best place to start. Lyric was then taken aback-in a good way-when his friend called him a wonderful soul causing his cheeks to warm and for him to duck and hide his face behind her book. "Idunno about all that, anyone would do the same." the teen intoned bashfully with a shy smile on his lips. Not wanting to think more about why he was suddenly so shy and nervous, he figured that since he had the instructions he might as well actually help and began gather up the fabric and thread to begin the process.
And when I fall apart And when my head is in pieces You pull me out the dark Always you and me, you and me, you're my dynamite You're my guiding star
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2025 2:41 am
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Empty Classroom xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Lyric xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Making Lace xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? He's my hero!
When Lyric reassured her that it was good enough, Ella offered a nervous smile. "I just really want to make it perfect, you know? Linsey really deserves the very best, which is maybe why I've been working so hard on this." Linsey had been the one to save her from such a terrible life and Ella felt like she owed everything to her sister. Even though she was marrying into the Antonovs, well, Linsey had been the one to see the best in them. She tucked her hair behind her ear, a little blush on her cheeks. "Besides, she's making my dress, so it's a bit of a returned favor. I even hid some secrets in the lace!" She had tucked Linsey and Serghei's initials, some heart-adorned snowflakes, and a few other little details.
Ella watched Lyric pop off his backpack and jacket, then noticed him tie his hair up in a bun. He seemed ready to go gung-ho! When he stepped beside her at the mannequin, she noticed his hair had fallen a bit. She reached up a small hand, gently tucking the errant strand back behind his ear. She showed him the notes in her sketchbook, hoping that it would make sense. Her notes could occasionally get a little... excessive. He bent closer to her height which made those little flutters light up in her tummy. Oh boy, that was certainly something new. And she tried to call him wonderful, but he practically hid behind her sketchbook. "Not anyone, I don't think. But you did." She bit her lip to try and keep herself from having nervous giggles. But it certainly would be nice to have someone working with her, even if he made her brain feel a little silly.
{{Wearing :: Stripes and flowers}}
I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ "Hɪᴅᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, " ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ, "'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛs" I'ᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀsʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ sᴄᴀʀs "Rᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, " ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ, "ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ'ʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ" Bᴜᴛ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴜsᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴜs ғᴏʀ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢʟᴏʀɪᴏᴜs! Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀʀᴘᴇsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ғʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ 'ᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ I ᴀᴍ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ, I ᴀᴍ ʙʀᴜɪsᴇᴅ, I ᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴏ I'ᴍ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍᴇ! Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴍ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ I ᴅʀᴜᴍ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ, I ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɴᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍᴇ!
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