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[hr]YOU WENT OUT AND LEFT TO BUY A STAR IN THE SKY TONIGHT
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ALYSS [shadow=white,left]❝[/shadow]AYASE[shadow=white,left]❞[/shadow] BASKERVILLE
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[align=center][font=century gothic][b][font=georgia]AND IN YOUR MAN-MADE DARK THE LIGHT INSIDE YOU DIED
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All that aside, the dainty ivory-painted femme now found herself teetering precariously at the edge of the island, her hooded, lavender-kissed gaze angled downwards at the various trees and shrubbery that dotted the valley and hills far, far below. How long, she wondered, would it take for someone to reach the ground, if they were to step off the edge? How long would it take--for one's body to twist and crack as they contort in all the worst ways, in the ugliest of angles? Smiling serenly, a light, tinkle of laughter, completely at odds with the femme's darker musings, would leave her parted lips. Yes, there was an easy way for her to acquire the answers here and now--though, she suspected the consequences wouldn't be ones most would find to be pleasant. Though...that didn't matter, did it? She had never allowed the sentiments of strangers to influence her decisions, and she had no intention of starting now. She would do it without a moment's hesitation; she was quite used to falling, she had told herself that she would fall as far as she needed to--both literally and metaphorically--if it meant forwarding her personal agenda, as well as that shared by the other fellowcrafts of the Guild. However...
A second later, the young girl would release a sigh, before slowly proceeding to back away from the edge. As strong as the urge to satiate her curiosity was, now was hardly the appropriate time to be recklessly hurling herself off cliffs, wasn't it? She could only imagine what the expressions of her dear colleagues, if she were to tell them she'd done such a thing--most of them would be rather irritated with her and her whims, wouldn't they? Alice would surely stomp around and pout a bit (throwing childish fits had never been below her dignity, and Alyss liked to think it was one of her twin's most charming features), and her mother...well, she would likely reprimand her for her behaviour, as mothers should; though, she had to say that Lacie had always been much more tolerant compared to others with similar circumstances.
Speaking of the elegant, obsidian Baskerville...she had been gone for a while now, hadn't she?
"Hm, I wonder what Paris is like at this time of year..." the girl mused dreamily, her youthful countenance taking on a distant look. The city of lights...how long had it been, since she had last been able to roam its beautiful streets? She could recall vivid memories of laughter, of pleasant chatter, of winds scented with fragrant blossoms and freshly-baked pastries from the cartes that lined the wide, cobblestone roads. What wouldn't she give to go back to her first home, in this life? She had to admit that she was a bit upset that her mother had left her and her sister behind--it was dreadfully dull here. Though, the regal Baskerville matriarch had mentioned she would be returning from France with a guest. Alyss could only hope it was someone worth observing.
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&& mobile and rushed bc class starts in ten minutes,, there's probably a million errors in this + excuse her and her ic opinions; she's as bitter as an espresso cx
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