05.18.05

Her hair was coming down so beautifully, it was as airy as cotton candy and she stroked it all night long

It is understandable how she was a bit mesmerizing. After so many years of browns and yellows, to see here there with her porcelain and her rosy cheeks was a change. Stranger still to see her there in jeans and a top and even more in a dress wondering how to eat, how to walk. She was perhaps genuinely afraid of us. Poor thing, we�re only staring in wonder.

shi-ou-sama at 11:25 a.m.

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