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(Astraeus? I think I know of him.. he is the one who has glasses and all purple right? He seemed uncomfortable around us... or is it me? He is a good kid!)
Are they usually this enthusiastic? I don't sense any malicious intentions, but I still feel uneasy around them...Although what can I do? They practically prevented me from being a star with this regulator...I guess time will tell.
... sometimes I fear for us to eventually meet up. Why? I am scared of the idea of ever loving you like my other self. Would that mean I became just like that God? I am sorry. I will do everything in my power for both of us to never be close.... because I care about you even if you aren't the astraeus I see in those memories.
(I saw him in a dream once. As creepy as that sounds, it was a *very* vivid dream for me, I felt *warmth.* I have seen him on campus a few times, my eyes might be playing tricks on me, but I have noticed him avoiding me whatever chances he could get. I cannot blame him though, I wouldn't want to be near myself either...Although my chest feels heavy, that's so creepy of me to feel like that.)
Lourias, a good pastry chef and a good listener. I remember the calming times when I talk to him. He had always eased my mind, I wouldn't know where I would be without his pastries and him.
I will always forgive you for your mistakes, Tailor. I have never hated you for what you have done, you had all the right to go when you needed to be. I still think you were the best and passionate Deerett out there.
I'm...im so sorry. I...I should've waited instead of giving you that note...But, now I'm better so maybe...Just maybe I can redeem myself and hopefully you won't be too mad...Please don't hate me for what I have done.
... (he clearly isnt interested in tailor so he has no opinion on him.)
Hes a little brat, shut the door on me one time because I was 'too tall.' ITS NOT MY FAULT IM A FEW INCH TALLER THAN YOU BACK THEN. Didn't help he had the BLANDEST OUTFITS EVER. LIKE I WALK IN AND HES WEARING A PLAIN WHITE SHIRT WITH NOTHING FLATTERING ON IT. GAH, GOD AND I SAW HIS FACE LAST BEFORE I LEFT, FATE HATES ME. APATHETIC LITTLE-
Theres this person that tends to look at my outfit with dissapointment... maybeso disgust? why so?! I wonder if he is just looking to the deerett thats possibly beside me or behind me! (there is no one around him)
Please don't tell me that's the newest fashion trend. If so perhaps I should go back to the forest and wait for a few more centuries- Like goodness gracious, I never felt the urge to make someone wear a different attire. I know confidence is key but is his demeanor so off-putting I need to make a new outfit? I need to wash my eyes..
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.
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.
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.
He is like a butterfly... Was he a caterpillar before? I wonder what did he look like when he was a caterpillar.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The way this guy acts kind of pisses me off. Not that its anything to fuss about and tell him, I feel like if I did tell him he would be even more of an annoyance.
No matter his opinion on me, I think we are quite similar. We wanted to create, and ended up destroying everything around us. But I might be mistaken, seeing through people is not my forté.
I heard he had fallen from grace of his riches. I pray and hope he is not evil.
He speaks very few words. (I'll continue later hold on)
Baudelaire tends to see through things with outmost indifference. Only focusing on what is only important to her, Arthur understand that feeling well. However, this travel will be long. Arthur has hopes that she will at least be alot more closer with the others.
He is like the King of some damp, rainy clime,
Grown impotent and old before my time,
Who scorns the bows and scrapings of his teachers
And bores himself with hounds and all such creatures.
Often our sailors, for an hour of fun,
Catch albatrosses on the after breeze
Through which these trail the ship from sun to sun
As it skims down the deep and briny seas.
Ugh........
And these doomed sculptors, with an insult branded,
Hammer your brows and bosom, heavy-handed,
In the one hope, O Capitol of shade!
That Death like some new sun should rise and give
Warmth to their wasted flowers, and make them live.
I don't understand the majority of what she says but she is fun sometimes. I like asking her questions.
Each flower exhales like a censer;
The violin sobs like an afflicted heart;
Melancholy waltz and languorous vertigo!
The sky is as sad and beautiful as a great altar of rest.