#daluisin

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“ sorry . ” she muttered and turned slightly to acknowledge the other . they didn’t fall over , so all was well right ?

      oh staunch anguish -- perturbation at its worst. consuming divine flesh and psyche until naught remains, merely, a gutted out variant of a sublime divinity  --- a god now incompetent of even sojourning paginated properly without the foreboding of writhing as he succumbs onto the nihility of disquietude and dolefulness. candid heart advents on its sleeve with that concerned mien proffered by weiyuan’s human facade, the deity decides upon itself to prompt some sort of propitiation, if feasible. would avow oh so ruefully that at times even such a mighty demiurge as itself cannot consummate a liability to the end thus, the crux of its ubeity throbs with affliction over the matter. would weiyuan be adequate of engendering the inappreciable quantum of placation upon the moon god ?  apprehends the riposte. rejoinder that may be lethal to such a resilient being at oneself. if only, weiyuan possesses the competence to enthrall divine twinge away -- then it would have long ago embraced the moon god tight until no further woe subsided in his seraphic thorax. alas, a futile reverie.      ❛   i could sense you're troubled from miles away, daluisin. i'm pleading of you to talk to me. this, no longer healthy.   ❜          ╱      @daluisin   

      pique. such rueful presentiment kindles through his ichor -- replenishing him with indignation all too familiar and profoundly lugubrious that he yearns to unfurl and eschew alas, in vain. countenances usher in, advent with ire on one and contempt on the other -- it prompts churlishness at the tip of his tongue so that all he may evince through his vision is ebullient crimson, appalling, pounding at the promptitude of his torrential pulse. that is choler manifested upon his mien ; of centuries which he had roamed a land that he shall never call his home, bequest of a sanctuary to harbor his mauled psyche and succumbing into the devilment.      ❛   oh, would you just shut your damn mouth for once in your life ?!   ❜      is this disgruntlement ?  acrimony ?  it punctures right through the crux of his thorax all too familiar that acerb flavor sojourns in his orifice, parching him on the inside until he is shriveled for a presentiment never sensed heretofore.... solicitude perhaps, or veneration. impish nature subjugates his deportment thus the young god conducts of malfeasance he ought not, yet relished in nonetheless. oh, woe ; illustrated by a deep furrow of brows in a knot of petulance. oh, he hankers so despairingly to be just left be.      ❛   don’t look at me like that, all high and mighty... i know what i’m doing, and i’m perfectly satisfied with myself. a god of my own !  now leave me be, will you ?   ❜      /      @daluisin

        ❝ Oh no, was it worth it? ❞

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