That's even more beautiful.
I love bones, when I see them, or thin things, I want to touch them, to run my hands over and in them.
Bones are beautiful.
Are you very thin?
I don't think you are too thin---but neither do I find you heavy.
You are just right, you feel healthy ( :
Ah, my apologies; I did not explain myself well. I do use my mouth to smile. It is just that those smiles do not always reach my eyes.
As for my weight and build....I am not terribly bulky, no. I am not weak, either; mine is a...gangly build. I am tall, lean. I would have what you my call a swimmer or dancer's grace.
I have wiled away many an hour in my study, reading and listening to opera and classical music. I do not enjoy dancing myself, though I do like to watch it. I have, occasionally, been coaxed onto a dancefloor, but it would take a very special person to manage that feat.
I adore you, you should know, you remind me of good things. it's soothing.
Study, you say, and reading.
Do you write then?
Choose:
Pen. Pencil. Quill.
What feels write in your hands?
when you had them of course.
Do you prefer men or women when it comes to romance? either? both?----again I hope I do not come off as rude, something about you just draws me in, and I long for information ( :
When I am in possession of the correct appendages, I can write, yes - and do, at length. I prefer the quill; I enjoy the scratch of it's nib, the careful use of sand to dry wet ink.
Where love is concerned, I am drawn to the woman, to the delicate lines of hips, the slow staircase of rib and the curved column of back, meant for wide-spread fingers settling at the small of it. Women are their own form of art, and I appraise them as the art critic, standing lonely in the gallery.
I would probably call myself introverted. Not that I am anti-social, per se, but I watch and listen, allow others to speak before saying my own piece.
As for animals..I think they are interesting to watch, to learn from. Their moves can be mimicked, their shapes drawn on for inspiration. Nature, in and of itself, is a wondrous thing. Perhaps that is why I chose to come here.
Poppies.
You make me think of poppies as well, flowers, but not all flowers, just some.
The pale sky between the hours of early morning and late night, when the blue is mixing with the peach, golden yellows and reds, tinted green and pale lavender.
Dry places too, are you not fond of being wet, damp? you like to be warm, right?
Blue, perhaps, but...those other colors remind me of the dawn, a time that stirs ill memories in me.
As for warmth...it does not matter to me. Neither heat nor cold stir me, nor bother me. I could stand in the center of a blizzard, and not feel the cold.
I am always working, it seems! I can, indeed, sew! I am a bit of an artist myself, truth be told, with long, articulate fingers, capable and dexterous.
maybe you are good with music then as well, instruments, violin, piano, the flute?
Violin and Flute seem to suite you best in my opinion.
But my opinion is only mine ( :
Are you sad at all?
I don't know, you feel sad, but, only in secret.
a gentle melancholy. sweet and sad.
Red is the colour of life, blood pulsing through veins and the ripening of apples.
But red is also the colour of fresh wounds, of killing fires.
Red is life.
You do intimidate, as black things do. Truly, you are breathing penumbra-
-do you breathe? Could you breathe? Did you once? Could a breast like that- like that- even hold such mundane human organs? It's so very full of starlight. Unfit for these things.
Red is the color of life. It is hot, copperish. There is nothing sweet about red. I am peaceful when it suits me, when need be...but to stir my ire is a terribly poor idea, I must admit.
As for their sharpness? Oh yes. Quite. These horns are not here for looks.
Odd then, that you do not
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
That's even more beautiful. I
I love bones, when I see them, or thin things, I want to touch them, to run my hands over and in them.
Bones are beautiful.
Are you very thin?
I don't think you are too thin---but neither do I find you heavy.
You are just right, you feel healthy ( :
Ah, my apologies; I did not
As for my weight and build....I am not terribly bulky, no. I am not weak, either; mine is a...gangly build. I am tall, lean. I would have what you my call a swimmer or dancer's grace.
Oh? Do you dance? Because I
Do you dance?
Because I know one who would simply love to sing for you ( :
ahhh it brings to mind music, music is wonderful, don't you agree?
I can hear it in my ears, indescribable, flowing and perfect in its imperfection.
Do you enjoy music?
I have wiled away many an
Baring one's teeth and
Maybe when your mirror is fixed, you will see what I saw.
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, I have no doubt you saw
I adore you, you should know,
Study, you say, and reading.
Do you write then?
Choose:
Pen. Pencil. Quill.
What feels write in your hands?
when you had them of course.
Do you prefer men or women when it comes to romance? either? both?----again I hope I do not come off as rude, something about you just draws me in, and I long for information ( :
When I am in possession of
Where love is concerned, I am drawn to the woman, to the delicate lines of hips, the slow staircase of rib and the curved column of back, meant for wide-spread fingers settling at the small of it. Women are their own form of art, and I appraise them as the art critic, standing lonely in the gallery.
As I am sure they are drawn
Are you introverted? Or extroverted?
What do you think of animals---
especially birds.
I adore birds.
They remind me of art, the subtle curve of a wing, the pulsating of strong muscle under feather, and their dark eyes.
Beautiful.
I would probably call myself
As for animals..I think they are interesting to watch, to learn from. Their moves can be mimicked, their shapes drawn on for inspiration. Nature, in and of itself, is a wondrous thing. Perhaps that is why I chose to come here.
For ideas.
Poppies. You make me think of
You make me think of poppies as well, flowers, but not all flowers, just some.
The pale sky between the hours of early morning and late night, when the blue is mixing with the peach, golden yellows and reds, tinted green and pale lavender.
Dry places too, are you not fond of being wet, damp? you like to be warm, right?
Ideas? Are you working on
Are you working on anything?
Such nimble fingers.
I'd bet you could sew if you wanted to.
Blue, perhaps, but...those
As for warmth...it does not matter to me. Neither heat nor cold stir me, nor bother me. I could stand in the center of a blizzard, and not feel the cold.
I am always working, it seems! I can, indeed, sew! I am a bit of an artist myself, truth be told, with long, articulate fingers, capable and dexterous.
sewing fingers? maybe you
maybe you are good with music then as well, instruments, violin, piano, the flute?
Violin and Flute seem to suite you best in my opinion.
But my opinion is only mine ( :
Are you sad at all?
I don't know, you feel sad, but, only in secret.
a gentle melancholy. sweet and sad.
There is no musical
As for sad? No, sad is not something I'd associate with myself.
I think I adore you more and
Have you any siblings?
if so, older, younger?
were they brother/s or sister/s?
I am an only child, actually,
of course, my
Your favorite colour?
food?
drink?
I am running down to the bone and grinding it for questions that I might ask haha
RED. RED. RED.
RED.
RED.
RED.
!!! Red? Red is
Red?
Red is everything.
Red is the colour of life, blood pulsing through veins and the ripening of apples.
But red is also the colour of fresh wounds, of killing fires.
Red is life.
Red
Crimson
Dark red
Did you know that the word
Two birds, one stone.
I have never seen anyone kill
Flutter away.
Flutter away...!
That is interesting.
I bet it smelled like cooking meat.
or maybe not.
ivory turned black in the red
You've obviously never seen
That is true. Would you throw
Would you throw a stone at a bird as it fluttered away?
And if so. Why?
It would depend on the
Of course, why would I stone the crow at all, when I can simply talk it out of the trees?
Good choice. words can be
words can be more dangerous than any stone of course
I wish I had something
So I'll just leave a track ;;
I suppose my stunning good
You do intimidate, as black
-do you breathe? Could you breathe? Did you once? Could a breast like that- like that- even hold such mundane human organs? It's so very full of starlight. Unfit for these things.
I do breathe - but it is an
...Useless. Which would you
Which would you prefer: German Chocolate or Red Velvet?
You're asking if I prefer
We have covered this, have we not?
popping in to say hello.
The depth at which we
What of those things on your head? They seem smooth, like fine ivory, coated in the deepest of ink.
These? Why, these are horns.
So, you like red. But
But why?
What red do you like exactly?
I am so slow it seems.
Do you like red for the sweetness,
warmth, strawberries in a field, the colour of love and the first tinges of sunset sunrise skies.
Or for the bitterness,
blood shed, burning fires, the colour that rims one's eyes when they have been wronged.
it must be the first, you seem like a peaceful enough creature.
Handsome, sharp...They don't
Red is the color of life. It
As for their sharpness? Oh yes. Quite. These horns are not here for looks.
What will you do once 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
What will I do? Why, I'll
What other qualities of
We know
your hair
your build
your complexion
your gaze
your preferences
your ornamentation
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 think I have a good idea of
"in the eye of the
Like words, everyone interprets what they see differently.
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