jun.e

would anyone be interested in getting any of these (see picture) for free (i’ll just ask for the shipping fee and if it’s really pricey i can share with you)?

the lighting of my room sucks but they’re the size of a postcard and i can send more pictures if needed

“Here,” Clara was pulled out of her daze by the very nice gentleman accompanying her offering her a drink. She smiled politely in response and took the glass from him. “Thank you, Danny.”

Danny Pink was a sweet, handsome man. One who obviously liked Clara, and one she liked too. But she couldn’t do this right now, couldn’t bear that perfect ballroom, with that perfect ambiance. It just felt like too much ; even her perfect facade was driving her insane. She needed something else, to get away for just a second.

Therefore, she excused herself, leaving her drink on a nearby table. For a moment, she just wandered around the ballroom aimlessly, slaloming between the guests and staff ; until her eyes fell on an almost hidden door in a secluded area. Tonight really was perfect, even when she was suffocating in her corset, here came the perfect escape.

When she opened the door to the balcony, she was greeted by an unexpected sight. A man was there, looking down at the garden, his back turned to her. All she could make out in the darkness of the night was that he was wearing a knee-length black coat and some sort of dark blue shirt was poking out, Clara guessed it was a vest. Also, he was tall. So tall it was a miracle she hadn’t noticed him before.

One could see the weight of the years on his wrinkles, which suit him well. But the most captivating thing were his eyes, light blue and holding all the grief, anger, sadness and kindness in the world. Eyes that Clara now noticed were staring right at her. Holding a silent question in them.

“Hi!” Clara blurted out, a sheepish smile creeping on her face.

The stranger’s surprise was obvious on his face but he quickly composed himself. He took a step closer and closed one of the doors behind Clara, like he didn’t want to be seen, or maybe didn’t want to see the ballroom. “Hi. Do you mind?” he said, looking back at her.

She could see that the man was slightly uncomfortable and she felt bad for disturbing his peace. But this felt so fresh, so nice, she couldn’t help studying the man a bit longer, he was wearing a black neck scarf and a dark blue vest. She had guessed right.

She was so immersed in the feeling of winning her little game, she forgot to answer the gentleman. When she realized he was still waiting for an answer, she made a polite ‘go ahead’ gesture.

The stranger closed the other door quietly. An intriguing man, a cheeky smile–and that beat between them. “What’s your name?”

“Clara.” She replied after another beat. Waiting for the next big thing.

“Nice name, Clara…” The gentleman muttered, more to himself than her. Their faces were so close, their noses almost touching. For just an instant, they stood there, studying each other ; she could feel his breath, smell his cologne—and suddenly it was gone, he stood straighter before bowing to her. “...You should definitely keep it. Goodbye!” He whispered in a low, gravelling and slightly teasing voice.

And just like that he was gone. Leaving Clara alone with his top hat sitting on the balcony’s edge and the garden he was admiring before she came.

She just stood there for a moment, and when she realised what had happened, sighed. It was such a brief, such a strange encounter, but now she felt she could breathe again.

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