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                 Unexpectedly, mercurial eyes acquaint themselves ivory tresses and a porcelain countenance. As well of one of recalcitrance, there's an unmistakable air of regality to her. Whether the scion of a venerable monarch or the progeny of some affluent folk, she seems cultivated. With masculine digits proffering her a volume that he retrieved from the floor but several moments ago, he casually addresses the unfamiliar adolescent.

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“Watch out!” A yell could be heard, coming from the rosette as she ran toward the monster that suddenly appeared behind him. Thankfully, it was just a couple of gremlins and niblets, though not paying attention to the danger they can cause result in someone getting hurt if not worse. The woman began to swing her sword, attacking the creatures before they could do anything to anyone.

The fight was short, the monsters falling to the ground and disappearing before her as she stood victorious. Lightning then turned, seeing the man that she protected from them, appearing safe and sound. Good, the last thing she needed was someone to die, a soul she couldn’t save for the new world. Even if she couldn’t save everyone before time runs out, she still wanted to protect them, a bit in hope of saving their souls. 

“You alright?” She asked, making sure that he was unharmed. After all, they appeared so close to him, there was no telling what would happen if she didn’t jump in. Of course, this was normal, at least for this world. Monsters appearing within and around chaos, sometimes near people. It was better for her to fight them and not risk innocent people losing their lives and unable to be saved by her.

@rexdignus· O’ LOVE, how tarnished did the oracle feel under his gaze, an unrelenting purity that whispered a trust undeserved by a being such as she. enter through hell’s narrow gate, led by flickering candlelight, a devil of pure white (HOW COULD YOU, LUNAFREYA? blood pours into fields of flames, life of eos fueled by his sacrifice, a soul predestined for death, a nightmare neverending) 

disgusting! lunafreya nox fleuret, you are but a vermin! an impulse bubbled in her, a desire to cover those beautiful cobalt hues ( please don’t look at me, please love me, please forgive me) ) to CRY as though the tears would wash away her sins. she cowers behind a mask of indifference, naught but a facade constructed for deceit. ❝ my prince, there is no need for deprecating your achievements.❞ the angel offered a brief smile, intertwining her fingers with his locks, a gentle graze ‘pon his flesh, seemed so ephemeral. a gaze filled with adoration, a love that spilled forth to occupy the very space betwixt them. ❝ you are the FUTURE of eos. please, don’t ever forget that. ❞  

                     inexplicable, there's a palpable dolefulness emanating from the comely paragon of supernal rectitude. though seraphic physiognomy betrays naught but stolid equanimity, 'tis indubitable that disquieting sentiments presently bedevil her within. while meticulously unearthing and demystifying the turbulence WITHOUT assistance - without HER assistance - is impracticable, he can assuredly divine that something is sorely amiss. so fervidly does he wish to at least bestow palliation unto this venerable woman for whom he's come to care incomparably. when it comes to her, altruistic solicitude is absolutely boundless within him. with sable brows pensively corrugating, he wittingly permits lucid asseverations to depart from veracious lips.  ❝                         luna,      i want you to TRUST me. with anything. it doesn't matter how BIG or SMALL it seems to you. whenever something's bothering you, just tell me. i'm always here to help. ❞