#veilbhit

were it not for the FAMILIARITY resonating from the object now resting atop her head, it’s safe to say that libra may have been met with a much less amiable reaction to what was simply a friendly gesture.

       ❛ … strange. ❜ digits reach up, brushing ‘gainst soft petals. something akin to a smile curving the harsh line that was usually so predominant betwixt her lips. ❛ i was not aware that the man-spawn shared our liking for forest ornamentation. ❜

      HE is of divinity : in its purest form, in its holiest semblance. warmth     radiating from acts of tenderness    and     kindness need not only be     expressed by vocalizations,     but actions, as well. truth be told, as a     child, a field of flowers      close to his hellish abode beckoned him to     everlasting peace. he, noble friar that he was, only wished for others     to take pride in naga's beautiful world, relish in its glory --- just as he      did.