Oscar's Links
The hues this artist chooses are as exquisite as a bouquet of wildflowers, delicately arranged to evoke the deepest sentiments within the beholder. Such mastery of color harmonies and tonal contrasts leaves an indelible imprint upon the soul.
Interesting guy. I am a little attracted to him to be honest. Not that anyone has to know.... not like he is a painting however, so I'm not that interested.
I perceive a shadow of sorrow upon his countenance. It is as if the weight of the world has settled upon his shoulders, casting a melancholic hue upon his spirit. I wonder if his back is alright. In his eyes, I discern the echoes of a thousand sorrows, the depths of which only he truly can comprehend. May he find solace in knowing that his sorrow is not in vain, for it has the power to deepen his understanding of life's complexities.
I don't like getting near Oscar sometimes. It terrifying how he could possibly see through me from looking. I do not also get along with evil people like as he.
Pardon me for wondering, but Prince and Arthur do seem like they could be siblings... Perhaps my assumption is wrong due to the fact that they do not have the same eye color. He is quite youthful in the mind; he would be a wholesome little brother.
He is like a butterfly... Was he a caterpillar before? I wonder what did he look like when he was a caterpillar.
He bears a striking resemblance to a person I once knew. But fear not, for this observation is but a testament to the captivating allure that emanates from his being. Though he seems to have a interesting background.
His swordsmanship is a sight to behold. With each deft movement, he wields his blade with the grace of a master, transforming the art of combat into an exquisite dance.
Arthur has heard his incident from afar, coming from the mouth of Edmond. It was quite saddening to see a befallen star of our city. However, I'll see to it and do whatever it takes to shine back again as he deserves.
Our manager is a kind-hearted person. From what I heard, you would prefer not to get on his bad side. His taste for revenge is not merely driven by a petty desire for personal satisfaction. No, it is a refined appreciation for the delicate dance of karma, an understanding that actions have consequences, and that the universe has a way of restoring balance in its own time. Was that too much information? Oh, pardon me.
It is evident that he possess a discerning taste for the finer things in life, particularly the allure of wealth and opulence. Though he tries his best to conceal this fact. Just as the artist requires a canvas and the poet their pen, I too require a certain level of material means to sustain the lifestyle I have grown accustomed to.
I also think we are quite similar but... I'm not sure about how I feel regarding the way he acts.
Baudelaire's words possess a seductive power, like a whispered secret that both titillates and unsettles the listener. Her verses penetrate the core of our being, stirring emotions that often lie dormant, while her vivid imagery paints vivid portraits of a world drenched in sensuality, despair, and a haunting beauty.
She seems to only take interest in Mr. Poe. She doesn't often initiate conversation.
Your eyes lit up like shopfronts, or the trees
With lanterns on the night of public sprees,
Make insolent misuse of borrowed power
And scorn the law of beauty that's their dower.
Edgar Allan Poe, the master of macabre and the weaver of dark, enchanting tales. His literary prowess is a marvel that casts a spell upon the reader, captivating their imagination and haunting their dreams. I do wonder where he finds his inspiration. Perhaps through real-life experiences, that is my assumption.
I have seen this Oscar person somewhere. Perhaps a magazine, or through his works. A famed star full of charm... I should take notes.
Ah, William Shakespeare! The man whose words have bewitched countless people. His language is a feast for the senses. It flows with such elegance and charm, a symphony of words that could enchant even the sternest of hearts.
Why.. Call me flattered, this man is but a dangerous one! You may have captured our face of pride's (Claude's) heart, but I daresay— You won't win mine!