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             he stops, fans himself for a moment, wiping off the beads of sweat rolling down his face wit the back of his palm. one might think that he is out of shape just by looking at him, but really he has just been aimlessly wandering around all day.     ❛ excuse me, ❜    he approaches the stranger breathlessly,     ❛  would you happen to have some water ??  ❜    //   @intclligencer​ liked !

                  Flaxen brows form together in a stiffened resolve of curiosity as her gaze hooks upon the perspiring man, cerulean hues tacking onto his his frame as BEADS of moisture travel down the plains of his countenance. ❛ Water ?? ❜ Nonplussed, Lydia reiterates his request as though a stranger to the concept ; his words biding a precious moment to register within her CHAMBER of thoughts. As realization comes to part and parcel, she heaves an audible breath into her lungs, and fishes into the handbag slung from her shoulder –– from which she produces a half-empty water-bottle. ❛ Here. You’re not going to try converting me Jehova’s Witness, are you? ❜ It was not often strangers approached her –– much less when for an irreligious purpose.

         ‘ accompany me tonight to the feast ; our world is so often deprived of feminine edge, my dearest —- i don’t think i could weather the night without you. ‘ fondness curls around the feather-white stretch of her lips, a scar buried among the snows and winds that rippled in her flesh. how wonderful it was to stand beside lydia, a woman of such CLASS held in the cusp on her hand. in the unfamiliarity of the untamed land of america, she was the sweetest safe haven. ‘ i shall offer you my arm for the evening, if you wish it. ‘

Sculpted brows were steeped with divertissement upon the culmination of Arya’s entreaty, an equipoise of joviality and acquiescence relayed in the chortle which swept past abetting lips. ❛ Ms Kirkland, you flatter ––––  though in all truth, I would be hard-pressed to accept any other invitation above your own. Perhaps, vacuous to do so, knowing well of my ARDENT desire to acquaint our persons afore the night’s apogee. One so dearly requires a friend in such a... a rural nation, as it were. ❜ The opprobrious remark against the colonies’ honour had elicited an ephemeral grimace swiftly obscured with yet another MERETRICIOUS grin. Forearm embellished in silk and jewels then rose to coincide with Arya’s: hooked together as though a mathematician’s askew triangle. ❛ It would be an honor. ❜