kusamocchi
fujoshimurder
a-bitter-orange-dawn
pureeyaa
"Good afternoon." She mused as her crimson hue drifted to her visitor, a lopsided smile tugged at her pale rose lips. "Hmm, now who do we have here?" Her index finger points at the silhouette, her metal claw ring shining in the faint sunlight seeping through the curtains of her Victorian-styled room.











