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@defieience      *    HI STINKAAAA

*    @truerheir,    OOOOMGGGGG HIIIIIIIIIIIII :3

*    UR BACK!!!

*      i think they r bffs. neither matter! do whatever you’re feeling most up to! ilysm!

: perplexed / curious ! or anything, tbh. the length choice is up to you!!

*     give  me   curious   here    &&  chaotically friendly on @lupinerae & @knightrupt rn !! w any length mhm

@hejmfru    ━━━━━     […]    ENTER:    ALARIC       STONETHALL,    * THE    GARDEN  OF THE STONETHALL HOUSE HAS BEEN WELL KEPT THESE DAYS,   SURE,    BUT AS IT       GROWS COLDER    &&    PETALS BEGIN  TO WITHER,   A FAMILIAR FACE BEGINS TO PEAK OUT THE HEAVY  WINDOW LOOKING RIGHT ATOP SAID GARDEN OF     BEAUTIFULLY GROWN FLOWERS..    ALARIC /     WITH  CURLED LOCKS OF BRUNET    BECOMING TOUSLED WITH THE COOL AIR     OF  ISOCHRONAL TIME,    THE SHIFTING OF    THE  SUN TO THE DARKENING OF THE SKY EARLY ON IN THE DAY..   THOUGH IT WAS AN ADJUSTMENT,    he’d known that now he could go out,    heavy with an embellished tunic[s],    AND SIMPLY WATCH.    WATCH AS LILIES BEGIN TO CURL IN POST - MORTEM    AND AS THE BODIES OF THE CREATURES OF THE EARTH WITHER,     BURIED IN DIRT..   ((THEN,       ANOTHER VOICE,    FILLING THE VOID OF HIS OWN THOUGHTS AS WELL AS THE WINDS TONE SPEAKING BACK))    +    immediately light hues are brought up to the attention of the     WOMAN,     lips tugging tiredly - delicate expression  into a small and genuine smile..  politely bowing toward  her and gesturing for the figure  to  come closer,    his own  voice ensuing..  *   ❛   please,     alaric.   .   you are    correct,    indeed.    [..]    —-   i’ve been    as lonely as the wilting roses of red.   it has gotten  quieter,   yet you are one of the only things to stay the same..    your company is anything  but mundane,    milady,    do not fret.     though,   i do wonder why you come to visit?  

@starwalkings  ━━━━━     […]    ENTER:    ALARIC       STONETHALL,    the young man had become lost    hours ago,  refusing a servant to assist him in his  journey of discovery he had  spoken endlessly,    on and on about to whoever had the ears to listen,      losing track of his place in the unfamiliar  area of the  landscape surrounding him,    the neatly hemmed fabric of his  cloak flows at his feet   as he moves:    becoming a little restless due to his current endeavor gone horrendously wrong,   TWAS NO SECRET THAT THE MAN     WAS THE WORST  OF HIS FAMILY AT   PERTAINING TO HIS  SENSE OF     DIRECTION..   yet,    still,    his stubbornness had overtaken his logical sense,    as per usual..    now finding    the bridge of his nose crinkling at the     OUTLANDISH  - LOOKING  INDIVIDUAL STANDING IN FRONT OF THE  PATH ,    wondering if / he / himself was really the TRESS-PASSER.   though      ALARIC finds this   to be severely untrue in his    gaze blinded by  the ignorance of a “ NOBLE ”,    rolling his shoulders back  whilst trying not to showcase the puzzled  expression  tugging at delicate features,      lips pursed in a thin line.   ..  a moment of silence ensues,  BEFORE WORDS ARE TUMBLING CAREFULLY OUT OF THE MOUTH OF            THE            NORTHERNER.. *   ❛   / oh  /   [..]   i am..   apologies.   i  must  admit i’m a little out of my  way,      HERE.    

@defieience   ── [ 001 ]     *      THE MAIDEN GREW QUIET.  SHE WAS TAKEN ABACK BY HIS RESPONSE..  her eyes stuck on   the human before her.  ON HIS FACE,  AND HIS EYES— HOW HE GAZED AT HER AND TOOK IN HER PRESENCE.    PINK LIPS part slightly as she took in all of his words ,  s͟͟h͟͟a͟͟p͟͟e͟͟d͟͟ a͟͟l͟͟m͟͟o͟͟s͟͟t͟͟ a͟͟s͟͟ t͟͟h͟͟e͟͟ l͟͟e͟͟a͟͟v͟͟e͟͟s͟͟ a͟͟r͟͟e͟͟ SEEMED TO SETTLE in her head and repeat over and over again.   she had never received such a ..  compliment, before.  man always seemed to hate on elves and their ears,  calling them pointy and foul looking.   elves were different, this much she knew,  she has known since her eyes first opened.  YET THIS MAN,  and his kindness , seemed to resonate in her.   *          ◜ '       i have never been told such a thing by your kind before.   ‘ ◝.       *    THOSE WORDS SLIPPED  before she had the chance to even think of something to say.  perhaps a .. another compliment,  was in order.  right?    it was only fair.    ALTHOUGH SHE HAD TO ADMIT that she was awestruck and somewhat confused by his boldness to approach her, an elf.   SHE  PICKED AT THE  LEAVES THAT SHE held in her hand, almost out of  .. shyness, so it seemed.  her? shy?  it was uncanny.    she focused on him now ,  once again ,  and would speak .     *      ◜ ' a͟͟n͟͟d͟͟ your eyes,  as green as the breath of spring.   ‘   ◝      *   HER VOICE,    smooth and    almost too relaxing— would echo throughout the trees .   her gaze remained steady .     *        ◜ '    you have approached me out of curiosity,  m͟͟a͟͟n͟͟  of the earths soil..  what exactly are you curious about?    ‘ ◝      *     HER BLOND HAIR WOULD REST upon her back now, truly revealing her ears which as he said, did look like leaves.    *

@elfsake  ━━━━━     […]    ENTER:    ALARIC       STONETHALL,    the man,    well groomed and standing tall,     HAD BEEN WELL OUT OF HIS WAY,    yet,    still being able to identify where he was due to the markers left by previous northerners travels..    he hadn’t been worried,    THE PRINCE HAD NEEDED,    / REQUESTED / the time to himself,      without any of the HELP.   so,      off  he went,   into the    DEEP     WOODS surrounding the castle((    HE SWORE ALL WOULD BE WELL,    PROMISED SO,    EVEN..    a cloak had adorned bony shoulders covered by thick fabric underneath a  richly    EMBELLISHED  tunic,     thick locks of brunet shifting     to the side as his chin is angled    upward slightly,    A SHOW OF STATUS AT THE VOICE HE RECOGNIZED.     there was a shift in  the arrangement of his stance,     almost STARTLED by the noise yet bound to secrecy from it.
                 the younger  stonethall        doesn’t resist  the grimace of the  talk tugging on delicate features painted with slight surprise at what he was seeing,     HE HAD BEEN CURIOUS,    SURE.    but who wasn’t to be?    ??   the young man was never allowed to    APPROACH an  elf in its natural habitat,     his FATHER HAD TOLD HIM IT WAS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE THAT HE NEVER DISTURBED AN    ELVEN CREATURE WHEN THEY PERFORMED     DAILY TASKS,    WHICH HE KNEW ALL TOO MUCH ABOUT..   green hues widen a little as  a curious gaze explores the features of the      OTHER,    intrigued,     eyes are fluttering toward the ears of the     ELVEN WOMAN..    the leather bag on his shoulder has  been lowered slightly  and a period of silence ensues before a prompt response is     exhaled from lips of cherry. *    ❛   i am only curious is all,    [..]    —-    the ancestry  of your kind    aren’t as common where i belong.   *  SILENCE..   CONTEMPLATION OF THE COMMENT.. *   your ears..    they’re shaped almost as the leaves are.