“The Black Rose shall bloom once more.”
{ ⟡ } — A delicately ornamented teapot awaits; nesting in a bed of blossoms and petals carefully gathered in a basket. The Rosariums’ flowers gleam as amethysts beneath the bright gaze of Moonlight & the words forms a careful smile on the Matron’s lips just before taking a sip from her teacup.
An unexpected visitor, how endearing~
“You are a face I don’t recognize, but I can’t help but wish to.” There’s a chuckle coming from the Witch as serving yet another cup in front of her.
“ — Would you like to accompany me~?”
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