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Fragments of a Foggy Dawn by Dmitry Medyancev

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angels ain't just flesh & feather. they come in different palates — sea foam, cherry bark, rose thorn. in the right heaven-yellow light anything could be holy enough to save you.

have a feeling this wendy is making a comeback

i have no intention of living a long life. once i feel i have created art i am satisfied with, i am willing to wrap my neck in ropes and hang myself off a tree somewhere, anytime.

⠀ what's that﹖ the 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁's bouquet has been long overdue﹖ 𝑡𝑠𝑘, 𝑡𝑠𝑘, don't you know blue orchids are 𝑎𝑤𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 hard to find﹖❪ read：she completely forgot。❫ anyways — snap of the fingers as fresh flowers bloom out of her hand — enjoy, 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁～ ⠀

years have passed since delicate bones hardened into one made for war ﹔ enough to withstand the gods.

⠀ why, of course .ᐟ but, 𝑜ℎ, now she's curious。what might she do with these orchids﹖ gift them to a 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒﹖ ❪ 🤭 ❫ a longing sigh —— and ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 there were no secrets between them。 ⠀

⠀ a soft chuckle emits at the other's response。though she must admit, despite the contrast, blue suits rin well。shall she bring some new colors next time from her travels﹖ hmm .. a nice maroon will do。or perhaps a deep purple﹖ ⠀

⠀ pfft—— 𝑛𝑜𝑤, that certainly wouldn't do。where's the fun in that﹖ no hard work, no satisfaction .ᐟ besides, 𝑖t's best to stay clear of deception these days, god forbid she gets caught。 ⠀

⠀ is she interested﹖ perhaps uriel will let the other in on her little secrets on getting a variety of colors next time。 a soft chuckle —— she does﹖ her words of wisdom must’ve have finally rubbed off on him。 ❪ 🤭 ❫ ⠀