64th Butterfly

Nov 08, 2007 15:31

One hasn't realized the City was trying to mimic Heaven and the glory of the inorganic advances its beloved Children offered since forever. Still pales to the stainless grace of their steel and glass, one doesn't smell the blood well hidden under the white walls and buried in the ever-blossoming gardens. It's always spring in the Highest layers of Heaven.

Aaahhh, but one seems to have gotten a bit ahead of oneself again. Nostalgia makes this foolish heart blind.

If one has your attention, o citizens!~

The Lady-Lord is one's honored guest and, as thumb-rule, no one should bother guests or their belongings in the warm solace of offered privacy. If someone entertains the idea to invade it, one might just hire you to play a role in the midnight show, as one-time dragon's meal properly undressed for the merry occasion~ ♥

Secondly, who, one wonders, is looking forward to exhibit their mighty talents to the City wide. To blind ladies and gentlemen alike with your charm. This humble jester might as well speak with those interested in the part for a future special feature to shake the life of this sluggish grounds.

Private to Vergil//Cursed

One hopes you don't mind one has to repeat an old design, but this jester couldn't help oneself! It was a dream wedding gown of one's own making. The gown I would wear only if He begs, only for Him but I know I am unworthy.

Your blushing bride will look very cute wearing it, if one has to say. ♥

What this one laments is that the date of the union wasn't AllHallows in the midst of a dreary weather and a silver mist creeping in our feet to exalt the romantic atmosphere.

heaven, desire, sci fi day, vergil

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