It's true - my cheekbones could cut silk. I am attractive - can I say that, without seeming vain? - and I am rather pale...but that is only because I tend to shun the sun, the bright things.
You do not come off as vain, but confident and sure. There's no shame in that, I think, so long as it does not become arrogance. A lady who oft' drapes herself in shadow, that was an impression I got. Perhaps it has left its mark on you.
It is hard to see you clearly.
Maybe your eyes tell that, too. An air of distance, not aloof, you're just not quite on the same level.
Secretive - one may even say enigmatic - and perhaps a tad sensual. I was once told that my mouth was sensual in it's strictness - perhaps sensual because of it's strictness.
And goodness me...do I come off as effeminate? That will never do.
I find it most interesting that you should carry a mirror around with you. You aren't vain, but perhaps in need of reassurance? Pale in complexion, lost in reflection. Your eyes are curious.
Ah, ah, ah. I never said I carried the mirror about with me - just that my mirror had broken! And, let us be fair: who does not need reassurance from time to time?
My eyes are curious? Whatever do you mean? In shade, shape? In how I view the world? I suppose that is true; even at my eye, there are a great many mysteries to be unraveled!
I suppose that you have a point. I'm sorry about the accusation.
In color, I suppose. They aren't green just as you aren't naive, but the two-toned nature of them is intriguing. That sounds silly when said aloud... Have you unraveled any mysteries? I don't see any scars.
It's hard standing still; there are so many things to see, and getting there is, more often than not, so terribly simple for me. I have long legs, you see.
As for scars..? No, I have wiped those all away. Terribly unseemly, are they not? ---My back, of course, does not count as scars.
Oh, what is a little pain if it makes one beautiful?
Look how the perfect, pure white vertebrae jut free. And there, at the hoops pierced through the transverse process? Let it be said that this was not easy to accomplish! It took me several hours, to be honest.
That's impossible. Almost unnatural. Besides, scars tell stories in some sense. To flat out get rid of them seems like you're hiding something, or wish to forget something. Or maybe you just didn't like the look of them. I'd love to get rid of a few of my scars.
Imperfections are not just skindeep, though... Art? That's one way to look at it, I guess. I had never thought about it that way before. I could say that art is in the eye of the beholder or something like that, but I digress. I'll spare you the quotes, especially at this hour.
I should hope that you aren't looking down on us, though.
For someone so concerned about your beauty, on closer inspection, your hair looks shabby, like it needs a trim...
How can you be beautiful if you don't take care of yourself?
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I don't strive to be the best, but instead I strive to do my best, and always give it my all every time.
-faunet
It has gotten terribly long - but I simply cannot bring myself to cut it! That means, of course, that it's difficult to care for. And it's so dark too, like a pot of spilled ink.
Haha! I am sorry. Do not take my vague words to heart. Though, I think you're right- the long hair may have swayed my judgement. And I should have worded it better, perhaps. Here:
To my eye, you are no creature who is preoccupied with the width of your bicep.
I do, indeed, take very good care of my teeth, as they are terribly important to me! After all, how is one expected to eat with bad teeth, hm?
And do not fret; you didn't offend me. The width of my bicep is, to be fair, strictly relative. I don't concern myself with it too much, no.
As for a broken soul? No. Perhaps tainted and rusty, varnished, as it is rather old, but I wouldn't say broken. Not anymore. It did have a bit of a small fracture in it, many years ago, but...time has healed that wound, for the most part.
Gold is the color of wealth and health. One I have in abundance. The other..some might argue about.
Thick pillows and incense? I know of these things. I have no pasha's tent, understand - I once lived in a vast manse in a cold place. I never froze, only grew frigid.
Oh, the forest is real. I came here, specifically, you see, to get away from an otherwise busy life. I consider my time here to be...a vacation, if you will. Life outside of this place is terribly fast-paced and tedious, at times.
I must agree, a vacation is good for the body and mind, but one must be careful, trying to cram too many activities into your vacation can make it just as stressful as work itself!
I Apologize if it sounds rude, but are you a female? or a male?
You feel female to me---but I could easily be wrong!
It's not rude at all - but I am male. And I have no intention of cramming activities into my vacation. I am not one who needs 'activities' to remain interested in anything. I enjoy being slothful, at times.
Love, have you ever been in love?
If so, with whom?
Do you have children?
Do you like children?
Have you taken anything important with you to our forest? a necklace maybe, earrings?
'Experienced death' seems so cruel, so final. I like to look at it as surpassing my mortal trappings.
As for love...yes, I was in love once. Despite having no children, I had hoped to be a father. Unfortunately, this was denied me; my wife took to a great sickness, and passed away, many years ago. For the most part, I have finished mourning, though I suppose all widowers feel pangs of sadness here and there.
As for worldly possessions that I have brought with me? Nothing but the hoops in my spine.
I see.
They're beautiful.
But I am afraid I cannot tell; are they of gold? silver? or something else?
Do they cause you any pain to move? or are they out of the way?
I am of the believe that everyone smiles with their mouth. However, not always does it reach their eyes. Mine are, indeed, dark. As black as my hair.
The hoops are gold. Were I a lesser being, it would be painful - not because of the hoops themselves, but the fact that half of my spinal column is shoved out of my flesh. Not exactly the way spines are supposed to work, to be honest.
I am. Going to stay
Just..
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Beautiful of course. Everyone
Everyone is beautiful.
Do we truly need mirrors to see that?
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Hmm...
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I sense... A sort of natural
A sort of natural grace. Lean and attractive, but perhaps not entirely athletic in build.
Delicate features on a pale face, but the rest of you is no so light. Or maybe the other way 'round. High cheekbones? Your fur. It doesn't seem long.
It's true - my cheekbones
Your smile seems secretive...
I don't strive to be the best, but instead I strive to do my best, and always give it my all every time.
-faunet
You do not come off as vain,
It is hard to see you clearly.
Maybe your eyes tell that, too. An air of distance, not aloof, you're just not quite on the same level.
Secretive - one may even say
And goodness me...do I come off as effeminate? That will never do.
Effeminate? No. But certainly
But certainly not masculine.
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I'm not sure whether or not
Alright, I will capitulate to this.
The long hair does not help matters, let it be known.
I find it most interesting
Ah, ah, ah. I never said I
My eyes are curious? Whatever do you mean? In shade, shape? In how I view the world? I suppose that is true; even at my eye, there are a great many mysteries to be unraveled!
Could you stand still...? You
I don't strive to be the best, but instead I strive to do my best, and always give it my all every time.
-faunet
-watch-
I suppose that you have a
In color, I suppose. They aren't green just as you aren't naive, but the two-toned nature of them is intriguing. That sounds silly when said aloud... Have you unraveled any mysteries? I don't see any scars.
It's hard standing still;
As for scars..? No, I have wiped those all away. Terribly unseemly, are they not? ---My back, of course, does not count as scars.
I did that for appearance.
Unraveled mysteries? Dragul meu, I am a mystery.
you make me think of pale
robin eggs and sky
Blue is a terribly fine
I think I like this color. I think I shall be blue.
Wiped them away
Bold, too. *scoffs quietly* Most mysteries are subtle, but you seem to draw attention to yourself.
I hadn't realized how tall you were.
Oh no - no, not
Some might say I have imperfections, of course. I, on the other hand, say I have art. There is a difference, isn't there?
Tall, you say? That is a wondrous thing to be; the view is better from up high, looking down on everything.
What did you do to your
It looks painful.
I don't strive to be the best, but instead I strive to do my best, and always give it my all every time.
-faunet
Oh, what is a little pain if
Look how the perfect, pure white vertebrae jut free. And there, at the hoops pierced through the transverse process? Let it be said that this was not easy to accomplish! It took me several hours, to be honest.
That's impossible. Almost
Imperfections are not just skindeep, though... Art? That's one way to look at it, I guess. I had never thought about it that way before. I could say that art is in the eye of the beholder or something like that, but I digress. I'll spare you the quotes, especially at this hour.
I should hope that you aren't looking down on us, though.
I should probably head out. I'm rather tired.
What is unnatural for one is
And please, by all means, sleep. Thankfully, I am lucky enough that my appearance is quite at my whim. This can wait, for me.
For someone so concerned
How can you be beautiful if you don't take care of yourself?
I don't strive to be the best, but instead I strive to do my best, and always give it my all every time.
-faunet
It has gotten terribly long -
Your teeth. You take good
You take good care of those.
Haha! I am sorry. Do not take
To my eye, you are no creature who is preoccupied with the width of your bicep.
"Hmm. A broken mirror you
Mirrors.. eyes of the night... not only able to reflect the outsite, but also the soul of one... if that one dares to see...
... so maybe... does this broken mirror, not only show us a face... but also a broken soul...?
Hm, hm... forgive me... sometimes my mind goes its own ways... of course this won't help you to answer your question..."
I do, indeed, take very good
And do not fret; you didn't offend me. The width of my bicep is, to be fair, strictly relative. I don't concern myself with it too much, no.
As for a broken soul? No. Perhaps tainted and rusty, varnished, as it is rather old, but I wouldn't say broken. Not anymore. It did have a bit of a small fracture in it, many years ago, but...time has healed that wound, for the most part.
Blue, I see. The colour gold
The colour gold mean anything to you?
The smell of incense, thick pillows and gold walls, heat, warmth, mint tea and fruit. You make me think of these things
Gold is the color of wealth
Thick pillows and incense? I know of these things. I have no pasha's tent, understand - I once lived in a vast manse in a cold place. I never froze, only grew frigid.
what if i told you I saw
Then I'd tell you to open
Russia? Siberia? Scandinavia
Scandinavia maybe?
Wealth, everyone is wealthy in some way.
Are you sickly in any way?
Ah, you are quick, unul mic!
And I would not call myself 'sickly'; I am very fit, physically. But one could argue that I am not entirely right, either.
! I see ( : 'different' in a
I see ( :
'different' in a mental way maybe?
Do you believe this forest is real, or just a figment in your imagination?
Oh, the forest is real. I
It's good to get away, isn't it?
I must agree, a vacation is
I Apologize if it sounds rude, but are you a female? or a male?
You feel female to me---but I could easily be wrong!
It's not rude at all - but I
I have not wanted to ask,
But this body... you have experienced death once, haven't you?
I don't strive to be the best, but instead I strive to do my best, and always give it my all every time.
-faunet
See what I said about being
Love, have you ever been in love?
If so, with whom?
Do you have children?
Do you like children?
Have you taken anything important with you to our forest? a necklace maybe, earrings?
'Experienced death' seems so
As for love...yes, I was in love once. Despite having no children, I had hoped to be a father. Unfortunately, this was denied me; my wife took to a great sickness, and passed away, many years ago. For the most part, I have finished mourning, though I suppose all widowers feel pangs of sadness here and there.
As for worldly possessions that I have brought with me? Nothing but the hoops in my spine.
I was wrong before. You don't
But just now, I saw a flicker of a smile in your dark eyes.
I don't strive to be the best, but instead I strive to do my best, and always give it my all every time.
-faunet
I see. They're beautiful. But
They're beautiful.
But I am afraid I cannot tell; are they of gold? silver? or something else?
Do they cause you any pain to move? or are they out of the way?
I am of the believe that
The hoops are gold. Were I a lesser being, it would be painful - not because of the hoops themselves, but the fact that half of my spinal column is shoved out of my flesh. Not exactly the way spines are supposed to work, to be honest.