#artofdeviancy

Chakrams fly through the air, sharp steel cutting fake dummies as the music rises to a crescendo. Asika twirls, weaving her feather fans right before her chakrams return to her hands. Around her the audience cheers, and she grins, triumphant, finding joy in the blood rushing through her. The capital city of the Sun Kingdom is a great change of scenery. Asuka and her troupe have only been here for a day and a half, and she already prefers this over the cold and harsh landscapes of the northern territories. With a final saber dance the fake dummies burst to pieces, and the audience erupts into rapturous applause. Asuka bows alongside her dance partner and the rest of her troupe, and after the crowd around them disperse, someone approaches. A soldier, judging from the uniform, and he salutes before handing Asuka a letter stamped with the royal seal. "An invitation from His Majesty," the soldier says. "for the lady Asuka to perform for him at the royal palace." She raises her brows. She's performed for royalties of other nations, heads of states of far away territories, but never alone! Her face twisting into a nervous expression, she can only wish that her dance moves execute properly.

Ind. DBH. Connor 51. Mutual Excl. Pri. Sel. 20+ Blog. 21+ Mun. Canon & Canon Divergent

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Jack just raised an eyebrow, looking at her and around them, “Uh, I mean, you’re gonna have to be more specific. It’s--”

“Shh!” She flicked her hand at him again. In the distance she could hear the yelling. Unfamiliar, yet... “Drama.”

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It wasn't really part of her job as a florist, but Mrs. Jenkins loved to be thrifty and gave her all sorts of different duties, including that of a delivery girl. The young woman didn't mind. Secretly she enjoyed it when she could see in the happy faces of those women whose husbands and lovers thought of them and sent flowers as gifts. Was there anything better than making other people happy with simple things? This time it was again a delivery at this big glass building. Daisy took out the big bouquet of flower from her basket and walked towards the entrance. It was a really wild mix of everything. It was big and Daisy had problems to see the reception lady through the blossoms "I have a shipment for...", she tried to find the name but there was none, only a number. "Oh. No name but a number. Room 51?" It was quite for a second when she heard the lady. "It is the executive floor up on the 51st. Stern. You can find the elevator on the right side behind me." She sounded very surprised, but Daisy did not gave this a second thought and thanked her. She has been here several times, but never so far up in the building so she wondered about this Stern. Probably a Mrs or Miss Stern, because her clients were mainly women. Men didn't get flowers that often, which was a shame in her mind. When she finally got to the right floor she tried to look around a bit. Everything was made of glass. It was very modern and very nice but also very cold. Some flowers were definitely missing here. She looked around again saw the door with the name S T E R N. Daisy knocked on the door, but no answer. She knocked again and the door opened slightly under her touch. Daisy entered carefully the room. "H-Hello...? I am from Jenkins Flowers and bringing your happy delivery." Daisy entered carefully the room, not really able to see much in front of her because the flowers were blocking her view. But what she was able to see was some shiny shoes under the dark desk. So someone was here after all! Then why did they not answer? "Flowers for Mrs-", she lowered the bouquet and saw a young handsome man. Immediately Daisy started to blush like the red tulips and corrected herself. "Flowers for Stern" Finally she was able to look around the office. Modern and beautiful, but very barren. This room definitely need some potted plants here. Maybe some Sansevieria...?

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Uncle Connor,

It’s been a wHile. I think about how you’re doing, Everyday. Well, most days, anyway. I thought about Opening a bookstore, honestly. It could be fun. A hard thing to do, to keep a business running. But they say Never say never. I’m up for Tough challenges, though. 

Everyone is doing good on this end, too! Did you hear that your old friend Left state? I know Each time you spoke about her, you smiled. Tired story, I know. I USually don’t reminisce, but I’ve been wondering, you know? It’s just that time of year, I guess. Autumn COLORS. Fallen LEAVES. Crisp WINDS. I hope you’re doing okay.