📖 /📷 /💋
📖 for what my muse would write about yours in their diary.
"did you hear? odette started a podcast,” his sister announced. a seemingly harmless statement if he wasn’t already tending his wounded ego from seeing her last week at a conference in berlin.
“her argument was weak. she didn’t refute the point of historical criticism or address any dissenting views of the theory. some things are incontestable in interpretation, but only an amateur wouldn’t study a plurality of interpretations of fox spirits lore before discussing it to an audience,” he started, finding an outlet for his frustration.
“i thought it was cute,” she shrugged.
“i mean she only focused on components of the research, rather than the method itself.”
“maybe you should email her about it, i’m not your diary. now, what color should i paint my nails?”
📷 for what my muse would say to the paparazzi about yours.
like his older sisters, lye found himself in paris when he was eighteen. asked to be a cavalier to a champagne heiress, he was faced with his first assignment on the behalf of the bello vassilis family.
“since my sisters debuted, i have wanted to attend because i remember their stories of the fun they had and the lifelong friendships they forged,” he told the reporter. dressed by a french couturier, he lived up to the expectations of a modern prince. odette aquino may had debuted tonight, but the sole bello vassilis son experienced a newfound wave of interest in him that night.
“this weekend is one i won’t forget,” he told the reporter, echoing an earlier threat he promised the french woman.
💋 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse.
"do you think she would like roses or lilies?” the man asked his friend. not that lye cared about their dilemma, considering he had to present in the next hour. seeing the demon two years since they first met in paris was enough to make the normally lax man tense.
“poppies. get her poppies, roses are cliche,” he called out before exiting the room. somehow even when she wasn’t around, the fiend managed to distract him.
