♚ ▏❝ ᵃⁿᵗⁱᵖʰᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ANGELS.

❝ —— PERHAPS IT WOULD BE, if you relaxed. not everyone is plotting your death, clove.  ❞

❝ —— IMPORTANT TO YOU.  ❞  a suggestion, spoken with an insipid voice. blandness colours her features ambiguous, with an almost pellucid tint of sympathy. ❝ i can help you find it, if it holds such value to you. do you often confide in that diary ? ❞

❝ ——AT LEAST WE’VE FOUND COMMON GROUND. i don’t see your point either, mainly because my knowledge of american slang terms is rubbish. ❞ she admits defeat with an orchestration of modesty & simplicity ( she lives in states of rosewater gloom, unaffected by the modern definition of elementary standards ) & a frolicsome smile.  ❝  alright, miss victorious.  fancy a celebration ?  ❞

OOC. i’ve spent the day watching jane eyre (1983 ) & designing a new theme because i’m never quite satisfied with what i have ! i hope everyone’s having a wonderful day <333

her countenance is the depiction of guilt  -        it gnaws her from inside, swallowing slowly the specks of duplicity that sallies her platinum-feathered pinions.   ❝ —— I NEVER INTENDED TO BE. i can’t do that, mister jane. i’m not a traitor either.  ❞  ( a futile attempt to change the subject )  ❝ are you a good liar, sir ? ❞

her hand falls to her side; what is another scratch on vulnerose flesh ? the paragon of crystal glass ( stained window in an abandoned sanctum ), a human shield, embracing pain with a smile. ❝ —— IT MUST BE FOR I PREFER THE SKY. i’m a little bit from everywhere. I’M NOT WHOLE. ❞ she surveys the stranger with amazement -     she labels her a goddess, craving stars.  ❝ are you whole, miss... ? or are you like me ? ❞ 

❝ —— USUALLY, WHEN PEOPLE are in a prison, they are called prisoners. ❞  what an amateur expertise -        stating the obvious !   ❝ perhaps all he needs is consideration. do you think he’ll appreciate my jewels ? ❞

OOC. help me please ?  c;

he reminds her of the sea. it is so facile to get lost into his eyes !   poseidon’s bathyal gemstones, a vivid commemoration of the nefarious tides that had devoured the innocence of a pristine soul,  drowned in the aqueous brume of loss  &  times of war.  they will throw up their hands in surrender !   she is more of a bygone pearl, the eburnean carcass of erraticism  &  amphitrite’s celestial flower. the scintillas of wonderment that twinkle in misty grey orbs are concealed by velveteen lashes; there are fireflies in her eyes -     artificial sunlight -      as she beholds the treasure. puerile kindliness embellishes her complexion; she holds the gift to her heart,  quivering behind her ribcage, mantled in garlands of  r o s e s  ( these flowers veil graves )  their thorns now beatific butterflies. ( how scared they are ! ossific wings, too scared to even palpitate, at the peril of shattering bones. )    ❝ —— HOW CAN I THANK YOU ? ❞  a soft kiss; it leaves stardust gilded onto his cheek.  ❝ you gave me infinity.  i have nothing but words & money. ❞ 

OOC. my writing had been complimented on my roleplaying blogs  before & i'm extremely grateful for each kind word, because they have given me a reason to smile daily !  but for a while, something has been bothering me. i think writers who don't use archaic / fancy words are not appreciated the way they should be. if i didn’t use archaic / fancy lexemes, would people still think my writing is beautiful ? if i give up on them, will they still appreciate me as a roleplaying partner ?