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 Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 5:35 pm
Prajna watched Vyn composed herself after taking in the Star's sudden outburst and the Star found that it was like watching a rose that was in bloom, a spring that was expressing itself through the female Frei's exquisite features. Two delicately painted petals Vyn called her lips curled and flowered a tender smile. Vyn's abyssal eyes appeared twinkled like fresh dew while her cheeks took in a slight rosiness to them, as if she had been sunbathing. Prajna could not help but relax at its companion's tranquil beauty and articulate dialogue. Whilst in its dream-like daze, the Inverted Flame became unaware of the Rose's encroaching presence until she was floating a few inches away, her decorated hands raising themselves to wiggle the Star's goofy glasses from its face.
Prajna immediately blushed in a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, throwing on a nearby witch's hat in replacement. The young redhead pulled the hat's wide brim over its face as it organized a decent reply, "Prajna is happy Vyn. Just..like...Vyn gets so close..."
Prajna released its flustered hold on the hat's edge and floated closer to the other Raevan, leaving only a few inches between their faces. The shade of pink adorning the Star's pale cheeks seemed to be settling down but the shocking blue of its eyes remained as clear and piercing as ever as they looked right ahead into the sunlit ones ahead. Prajna bit its lower lip with a bit of force then tilted its face upwards and then away from Vyn's. The androgynous Frei floated a few paces back, hiding its face once more. It seemed to be fighting off an impossible desire to kiss its friend like Prajna once had before, during the time of the virus, and the winner of the war was becoming more and more impossible to guess.
While one half desperately wanted to press its own lips against the others, without the virus to cloud the Star's judgement, something was now telling Prajna's other half not to. ...almost as if Vyn would hate it if it did attempt to kiss her. She had seemed tense during the Star's attack on Lucia, maybe she was already hiding a small flame of anger from the Flame. Kissing her may push her to hatred and this fear suddenly clawed and gnawed away at Prajna's underdeveloped insides. Finally the Flame let out a heavy sigh and put a duck beak on, hoping to cover the twisted frown on its face, "Vyn must not get too close to Prajna...or Prajna may be bad some times. Prajna does not want Vyn to hate Prajna..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 10:59 am
Invasion of personal space seemed to be a common occurrence with Prajna and as the other floated within an intimate distance of Vyn’s face with its witch’s hat rammed tightly onto its head Vyn wanted to balk away. However, the searing blue eyes kept her in place. They were so intense; so captivating and bright even in the shade of the dark corridor and the cover of the wide brimmed black hat. Almost as though she was a copy... a mirror... a shadow of the other raevan an identical blush was spreading over Vyn’s smooth pale cheeks. All raevans had that enchanting quality about them that was so easy to lose yourself in and now, being only mere inches away from the star, the rose felt herself examining the fine details of the other’s face.
Tiny perfect eyelashes, fluttering with nerves occasionally and surrounding the deep icy pools; how tiny they were and so delicately crafted - Absolutely genderless they revealed no secrets about Prajna’s sex. How was it possible that it could remain so incredibly balanced between masculine and feminine? There was no betray, no subtle sign on either side of the knife edge. It was infuriating in a sense, so vague! Even the placid rose felt the tick of that niggling confusion as she was forced into such close proximity. What was Prajna? Yet somehow the mystery was just as alluring as it was frustrating. That was perhaps why she did not protest to its company and too close too familiar actions.
As the other raevan pulled away and affixed a more concealing piece of costume to it’s face Vyn felt as though it’s warning was an enlightening of sorts. Perhaps there really was some sort of dangerous gravitational pull that Prajna excreted... If Vyn could manipulate shadows who was to say that Prajna’s powers were not in that field. After all, the rose had no idea what the other was constructed from. She had a sneaking suspicion it was something to do with the stars – based primarily with the cutesy embellishments to the other’s outfit – but it was really a mystery. Again, that word, mystery. That lack of solid ground, the void in her memory as wide as the heavens above that Prajna’s star soul had fallen from, it was what was driving their delicate and skirting interactions.
“I wouldn’t hate Prajna.” She responded... Though as she moved she skirted a fair distance around the androgynous being, to another rack of costumes – busying herself. “Prajna is far to nice and special to hate...” She thought about the notion of hate for a moment longer as her black painted nails lingered upon a dress that seemed to come from the Medieval period was was garnished lavishly with fake blood. “I don’t think I could hate anyone... Does that make me too polite?” At this she half laughed. Ethan had commented more than once about how Vyn was the perfect little lady and how she was so polite that he could never imagine her raising a bad word against anyone.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 11:26 am
Prajna watched the girl's graceful movements as she transitioned from floating behind the Frei to the front, fiddling with a rack of medieval themed costumes. As it listened to Vyn speak, Prajna soon found itself lost in thought again and this mental wandering raised even more questions: Was it the star soul that made Prajna think so much and about such distanced ideas or phrases? Why did Prajna feel so mixed up lately, especially in Vyn's presence, torn between tranquility and nervousness? The sudden waves of anxiety were killing the Star. Was it infected again? Prajna looked up from the mardi gras beads it had distracted its hands with and found itself blushing again as it watched Vyn. ... Maybe. The redhaired Frei was so confused and it did not like this mix of feelings it was undergoing but tried its best to hide them from its female company. But as Prajna forced all its concentration into stopping its physical expressions of anxiety, it left too much freedom to its tongue.
"Prajna could never hate Vyn either, never! And it does not make Vyn too polite. You are kind and stunning and not the same as everyone else! You see the best, Prajna thinks. And that is why I like you so much!" Prajna replied in outburst, unaware how silly it looked having its bill flap open and close in its response. It took a moment for the Inverted Flame's mind to catch up with its words. ...It had used "you" and "I" in the same sentence. ...Prajna had..confessed?
Prajna suddenly threw all of its pride out of the window and dove into a nearby rack of rockstar apparel, tossing its embarrassing duck beak aside in the process.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 1:06 pm
Although the star had thrown off its duck beaked mask and dived into the clothing out of embarrassment that understanding had somehow escaped the rose. Perhaps it was because she bestowed her own features too liberally over the other raevan. All this flattering, she saw it as simply being polite. Admittedly the compliments were very generously given yet the confession that the other had perhaps made in its previous sentence slid off her like a bead of heaven strewn rainwater off the waxy cuticle of a leaf. And thus in blissful ignorance she splayed her leathery wings and chased after the other, a half smile on her face; eager to help her newfound friend.
Unfortunately the other frei seemed very flustered. Vyn was perplexed by this... There seemed to be no rush and there were no extra pressures burdening the other as far as she could see. Gliding slightly further into the aisle so that she was searching through the rack that Prajna had not yet reached she offered the best advice that she could. “Slow down and enjoy the search.” She looked back towards the other and gave her an encouraging smile. “To find something fitting and lovely you have to spend lots of time.” She was about to mention how she and Lucia had spent whole afternoons trekking round the shops to find the best outfits and sometimes hours had been lost on simple accessories... But then she held back her words – remembering the star’s opinion of the cat.
“I’m experienced in this though Prajna. I can help you and get you something wonderful...” Her hand was hovering over a heavily embellished corset. It could look good, there were red tones similar to the star’s hair stitched into it... But it would give the frei a distinctly feminine look. Vyn did not want to offend. That was half the problem choosing an outfit for the inverted flame – it had to be gender neutral. To ensure that she had the best design brief possible and therefore most likely to find the best outfit Vyn asked; “Have you got anything in mind? Seen anything you like?”
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 3:18 pm
Prajna quickly realized what a terrible idea it was to throw oneself in a forest of leather, studs and chains. After taking a moment to untangle a wing from a series of looped chains, the Star was finally free and unexpectedly greeted by the unnaturally calm Vyn. Wait...She was smiling? Staring at the rack just a few paces down the aisle, Prajna was confused by Vyn's inability to be fazed. She did realize that the fiery redhead had just confessed right? The Star's overwhelming feelings of insatiable lust and genuine admiration had just been thrown into its companion's face and yet here she was, pleasant and forgiving as always. Prajna's wings drooped a bit, feeling guilty for knowing that Vyn was also incapable of hatred. Well, if she wouldn't hate the Star, it would hate itself if just for a little bit.
"Something fitting... ...lovely,"Prajna murmured. Had it ever been called "lovely"? Some had called it "pretty" and on occasion, Namini would title it "handsome" but "lovely"? It sounded like such a feminine word, maybe too dainty, but if it made Vyn happy, Prajna was willing to try anything. The Star's frosty gaze followed the Rose's sunset eyes to a meticulously beaded corset, something Prajna had seen brightly smiling dancers and flexible acrobats wear in random performances on television. Some of the beading and fibers were crimson, just like the Flame's choppy hair and it pulled Prajna closer. For a moment, the delicate nature of the corset reminded Prajna of Varun, the mighty Leviathan willing to protect Prajna from even the smallest, least intimidating creature, so long as it was trying to attack the Star. Another blush flickered across the Star's cheeks as it let its cold fingertips graze the fabric.
"Prajna has not think of one dress or mask in mind, but Prajna likes Vyn's help. And company. Does this make Prajna lovely?" the Star asked, taking the corset from its rack, surprised at the intricacy on the back, and holding it up to its half-torso.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 5:41 am
“It’s fine. I enjoy your company too Prajna..” Vyn floated back what would have been equivalent to a few paces so as to get a better eyeful of the star. The corset did work but there was an air of hesitation about the other raevan which – considering the confidence and high emotion that had been rolling off Prajna in waves throughout their meeting thus far – was putting the rose off showering it in praise. She wanted the other to be comfortable in what she wore... There seemed to be little point in advising it towards something that she wasn’t happy with. She chewed over what to say whilst continuing her sentence, “sorry for sounding so rude... But... Last time we met... We were ill, correct?”
Her face burned with embarrassment at the very crude way in which she had resorted to asking, but it felt like if she didn’t say now she’d perhaps never work it out. “I don’t really remember much from that time.. But I’m glad we’ve met again! I'm having fun.” She edged close again and ran her hands down the corset that the frei was holding to her half body, feeling the firm wiry frame underneath and observing how the fitted material would lie on its frame. Unfortunately the garment was tailored to a more feminine shape and the androgynous raevan lacked those vital signifiers of the female gender – breasts. Unable to fill out the shallow cup size meant that there was an unattractive amount of baggy material.
With an apologetic wince the rose pointed this point with a light touch of her hand. “You don’t have the right body shape..” She took the corset from the flame and offered to put it back on the rack. “If you like that kind of clothing... more... girly I can look for it and I’m sure I can find something that will make you look very-“ How would Lucia phrase it? What was the trendy term for being attractive to the opposite gender (or potentially in Prajna’s case – both genders)? Ah, yes, it was almost ironic as Prajna was technically the opposite. “Hot. You’d be very hot.” Vyn grinned, knowing exactly how to stir the cinders of fire and get it roaring again – removing the other from their slightly placid state. “With the right outfit you would steal all the attention from Lucia.” She didn’t hold any personal vendetta against the cat, but if it would inject a new spark into her companion and cover up the awkwardness of her recent confession of ignorance – why not?
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 3:31 pm
"We were ill, correct?" was all Prajna remembering hearing before completely losing its mental footing. The Star felt numb. Vyn didn't remember Prajna? Sick or not, Prajna could never forget Vyn and yet ...the feelings ...they weren't returned? Prajna's crystal blue eyes seemed to dim in their star-like glimmer as they watched the female half-torso float closer. It watched absentmindedly as the rose gently pressed her slender fingers against the fabric, against Prajna's unimpressive chest and frown in what the Star could only assume was disappointment.
"You don't have the right body shape..."
Suddenly with every word that Vyn put into blossom, a thorn pressed deeper and deeper into the Star's cold chest. Even as the older Raevan said something about making the Star "hot" and better than Lucia, the appeal of her words were quickly wilting and Prajna didn't know how to even begin maintaining the seeds of happiness their conversation once possessed. Prajna let Vyn place the corset back on the rack and begin the search again. What was Prajna feeling now? ...
"Prajna wants something dead. Should I try to be a dead bride?" Prajna's words were flat and cold like the grave and if one didn't know better, one would believe it was just starting to fall into character. Prajna's eyes were continuing to lose their luster as its pale fingertips grazed a few pre-torn and tattered dresses of every color and size. The androgynous smile tried on a smile, but just like the werewolf and Frankenstein masks decorating the shelves beside it, it was easily to tell the smile was fake.
"Prajna hear once that girls in love is most...lovely."
Prajna picked up a fake bouquet of black roses and began braiding them into a small floral crown.
"...sorry" Prajna murmured, placing the dainty sign of royalty back onto the shelf as it rummaged through the clothes again. For once, Prajna didn't know what to say. It just didn't want to be mad at its beloved friend...so it kept quiet for fear of letting its true feelings expose themselves once again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 4:33 am
The star’s even quieter turn made Vyn feel as though she had said something incredibly offensive to the star and a flush of cold ran tingling down her limbs like the trickle of water. She should have been less obvious about it – the method she had chosen to reveal that exclamation was so course. Like a blunderbuss she had shot through whatever fond memories the other obviously held for her. However, the damage was done and she couldn’t take it back. Vyn had told Prajna that the virus had wiped away her memories like chalk off a slate and no illness would erase that confession from the red and black haired raevan’s consciousness.
Hushing her voice to a velvety whisper she moved after the androgynous frei ike the shadow she was born from, “I’m sorry Prajna…” She traced a hand over the silken chequered back of it’s waistcoat. “I would like to know. I really would. Can’t you tell me?” Her black eyes, one of the most expressive part of her (perhaps second only to her dimming flickering rune) longed to make up for her folly and urged the crystal gazed being to forgive the flaw in her remembrance and reveal what she was missing out on.
However, at the same time she knew that if she desired to patch up her error she would have to respect the feelings of the other. If the genderless being wanted to remain quiet and sullen Vyn would most certainly give her that pleasure. After all for the most part of the first few months of her transition from being Shuura’s ward to being Ethan’s she’d barely spoken a word to anything. There was comfort in silence. Admittedly she didn’t consider her forgetting quite as grave a disturbance as her loss of Shuura but never the less… Prajna was nice… She could even probably be considered a friend. She would accommodate her needs.
“That is a beautiful idea…” She added in regards to the corpse bride. Delicate and feminine; she imagined the other in tattered white regalia. With a touch of make up she could transform her healthy skin into a pallor shade of white and with a theatrical dab of face paint the bluish hues of death could be brought into the raevan’s visage. “You would look beautiful…” She searched the shelves for the makeup she would need, toying with words in her vocabulary to express the internal image of the other. “Ethereal. Brilliantly macabre… Entrancing.”
“I bet you will far outshine me…” Her lips curved into a pleasant smile and she gathered a pasty white foundation pot into her hand, “I like his idea.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 11:40 am
Prajna watched as the hurt and confusion seemed to transfer from itself to its companion, the sunburst eyes begging for forgiveness, pulling Prajna in close to fill in the gap between them. Prajna felt weak, vulnerable, how was it to take control of this situation again? How was it to clear everything up without saying too much, saying something that could hurt? Prajna's icy gaze watched Vyn's delicate fingers pick up and analyze several different kinds of makeup, a few Prajna had recognized from Namini's bathroom. The Star suddenly wondered if Vyn wore any makeup. She didn't need to, but then again, Prajna knew the wonders of this stuff. It had seen many before and afters on the television. Maybe Vyn's face was a lie. Maybe that's what gave her the ability to lure Prajna in.
Now it was the Flame's turn to chase. As Vyn continued to shuffle through this and that, distracting herself, Prajna floated closer, still quiet.
"Can't you tell me?" Vyn's soft question rang over and over again through the Frei's head as it approached its prey. If Vyn had been lying all this time, using makeup to trick Prajna, deceive Prajna, hide behind the over priced gunk to lie to Prajna and manipulate its feelings, why should the Star be the one to spill the honesty? Prajna felt its mind spiral again, the conflicting feelings of unsupported anger and youthful earnest and affection trying to melt into one big pot of unlabeled emotion. Finally the Star was just mere centimeters from the Rose's face, its brow furrowed in what looked to be like confusion.
"Vyn can't be mad if Prajna say what is true, Vyn hears?" Prajna almost growled, eyeing those suspicious looking lips of hers. Was that lipstick? Were they naturally that amazing shade of red? There was one way to figure it out. Prajna pressed its pale lips, a bit roughly, against Vyn's, though it offered a tender palm against one of her pale cheeks. Prajna felt like it had during the virus: everything was so muffled and crazy, all it could seem to do now was follow urges. Pfft, who needed logic?
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:37 am
It felt as though Vyn’s breath had quite literally been stolen. Prajna’s swift actions gave her little time to react or take a preparation breath – instead she was pulled into the younger frei’s grip and cold lips were roughly taking the warmth from her. Her mind rushed and as the chill of the other’s tender touch blossomed across her pale cheeks it seemed as though the memories that had been sealed off by the virus were all of a sudden budding and revealing their tender secrets despite the autumnal weather outside. Prajna in the rain; those piercing eyes; the heat of their bodies crushed together; the battle between their hungry mouths. A sense of guilt and burning desire flooded over the rose. So utterly contrasting to the cold touch of the star that yet it served as a catalyst for her lips to react and kiss the androgynous raevan in return.
The makeup she was holding clatter noisily to the floor as her fingers found they were tracing old memories in the flame’s clothing. She couldn’t help herself – internally she was confused, questions wanted to tumble from her occupied lips but physically her body was exercising its newly regained muscle memory and quite frankly enjoying it. As expressed earlier Vyn always seemed to be the underappreciated one. Whilst her close friends like Lucia and Rivener seemed to swing from one kiss to the next Vyn had spent the most part of her life with her shadowy personal bubble un-invaded. She didn’t consciously mind... But it made this experience all the more exhilarating.
However, sense had to prevail and eventually both parties had to stop their interlocking of mouths to breath and the rose’s sensibility flooded back. Prajna was a friend! Barely even that if Vyn was cruelly honest with herself... She had met her once and then she had been deluded. Under normal circumstances she would never have had such an explosive first meeting... She bit her lip and shied her head away from the cerulean gaze. Why did she feel guilty? She held no romantic obligations towards the star... None the less she couldn’t help but try to avoid its eyes as though what she was about to say was wrong or unfair.
“I’m not... mad... But...”
She swallowed, the taste of the other raevan still slightly present upon her lips.
“We can’t... shouldn't do that...” Her hands were still resting in the middle of the star’s back, fingers tracing its half formed spine just below her crow-like wings, but as she spoke she pulled away slightly till her fingertips lightly brushed the front of the other’s clothing. “I enjoy it... I enjoy you a lot... But we’re just friends... Right?”
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 2:54 pm
On contact, the sensation hit Prajna hard. Vyn's lips felt like flowers, roses, in every sense of the word. Prajna could feel the redness of them, the soft and petal-like curves of her lips. Just like the amorous decoration of nature, Vyn's entire incomplete body seemed to radiate passion and Prajna could do nothing but feel vulnerable and mad, obsessed with the addicting adrenaline and hormones. And it seemed that Prajna was not the only one overwhelmed by the kiss. The Star struggled for unwanted air as Vyn pressed herself against its chest, her lips seeming to demand, not beg, for more...and more they seemed to take.
And it was not just her lips, but those moonlit fingers as they pulled at Prajna's clothing, pulled in ways Prajna knew, only Vyn knew how. They were like intrigued vines, crawling towards the warmth of some sun. Prajna could barely contain itself, let alone make sense of its thoughts. Yes, it was best to just follow its feelings and let hands roam. But just as Prajna prepared itself for its next passionate plunge, the need for air made itself a bigger priority. Suddenly, the two redheads separated, gasping for air, both flustered, both confused but wanting. Prajna's eyes searched all over Vyn's face, wondering if she really did forget their last meeting. The way she moved, the way she acted, that kiss. They were all parts of a choreography that could not have been unfamiliar to her...right?
Prajna watched her turn her face. Look away.
"I'm not...mad...But...."
There was always a "but."
"We can’t... shouldn't do that.." She pushed herself away. Her warmth lingered. The fact that she refused to look the Star in the face stung. "I enjoy it... I enjoy you a lot... But we’re just friends... Right?”
Prajna wasn't sure if this was a question or a statement, and either way, it wasn't sure how to answer or reply. Several uncomfortable moments passed between the two Raevans as Prajna looked for something to say. Finally, the Inverted Flame closed its eyes solemnly for a moment and floated a bit aways from the Rose. The blush ceased to exist anywhere on Prajna's genderless features and its breathing seemed to slow. Prajna inhaled slowly, immediately regretting it as Vyn's delicate perfume invaded its senses and nearly overwhelmed the Frei again, but it quickly regained its composure and revealed its icy gaze.
"Just friends. Vyn is a very good friend," Prajna cracked a smile as it tried to put the easiness back into the air. It floated closer and repositioned some stray curls back around the Rose's delicate face but made very sure not to actually touch her skin. Prajna had noticed something when their skin had touched this time. Vyn was warm, so incredibly warm and Prajna ...was so very cold. Vyn was kind, always kind and smiling and full of beautiful words and Prajna did not like to say everything so politely or with such tenderness. The two were..so different though so similar. Their wings, their eyes, the ribbon that hung below their unraveling torsos.
Prajna floated back again and then turned, heading back to the front of the store.
"David may be seeking Prajna. Let's go home apart Vyn, yes? Maybe next time Vyn can make Prajna lovely-like" Prajna called back to its companion, trying its best to hide its sad expression from her view.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 10:32 am
Within the void between them Vyn could see her relationship with the strange star raevan suspended and the awkward silence was about as foreboding as a tightly gripped knife poised to slice downwards and rend the strange emotional bonds between them. However, as the other seemed to regain control over their feelings and a mask of blank impassive logic was carefully constructed over the temporary slip into passion, the knife seemed to be lowered and instead a vague sense of pressure pulling at the ethereal and imagined strings was formulated in the rose's mind's eye. It was so difficult to judge the androgynous features all of a sudden... Whereas for the rest of their meeting in the shop Prajna had been somewhat of an open book, especially looking back in hindsight of her newly regained memories (only really using props to hide its emotions from sight) now the flame had the shadow clutching at straws to truly understand what the frei was feeling.
A good friend? Was she? She hoped so and liked to be thought of in such a manner but what with her previous lack of memories and what could be perceived as her leading on of the other (she had kissed Prajna back just a little bit even if knew that she should not have done so) she felt a heavy stain over her red haired head. Perhaps it was this metaphorical cloud of uncertain guilt and confusion that was obscuring her understanding of the star – like a real cloud, concealing the glimmering hopeful lights in the expanse of space above. Never the less she summoned a polite and unfazed smile to her lips and responded with a neat,"Thank you Prajna.. I'm glad you understand.” The tender touch of the other's cold digits sent a whirl of a blush across her face that had become pale in the half darkness of the shop due to the dire anticipation for how Prajna would react.
Even as the other drew away and made headways towards exiting the shop the rose felt the tug of those strings of responsibility now set up between the two of them. “Be safe Prajna.” She called after the retreating figure with smoky feathered wings. “I will see you soon sometime.” She wanted to add the suffix of 'if you want', but that wasn't the case. Though the rose was well mannered and lady like she was still a wild thorny rose and her mind was made up. This time she wouldn't have her memories disappear into vapour. This time she would make the effort to maintain her interactions with Prajna and cultivate the seeds of their relationship and ideally produce a pleasant bloom; a friendship.
“Goodbye...” She said quietly, more to herself that the star floating out of the door... She still had no costume to wear and turning back to the racks of clothes and accessories she put down the make-up she had displayed to the other and began her own search, a little guilt still resonating around her rune.
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