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♡♡ couldn’t be any happier about this risa mehmet piece

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henlo do heists with sylvie

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d    /    arkcholer   .    the  darker  half   .

❝     HEY TINKERBELL .   you wanna turn the brightness down ?   i get it ,  you can make your hand disappear .   do me a favor and do that elsewhere .   you’re giving me a headache .     ❞   hand shields already covered eyes ,  wincing from the light alone .  his counter truly lied on the far end of their respected spectrum .  polar opposites .   yet ,  he remained seemingly decent .   ❝     i mean , it you call being a walking glowstick amazing , then sure .  whatever .     ❞

❝     OH  SHUT  UP    !    ❞       response  is  yelled   ,   though  softly   .     voice  never  reaches  more  than  a  whisper   ,   her  light  reaching  her  throat  as  well   .       her  hand  comes  back  into  view   ,   a  quick  flash  of  glow    &    an  excited  giggle  from  her  mouth   ,   before  her  smile  drops   .       ❝     you  should  be  happy  for  me   .     do  you  know  how  long  it  took  me  to  master  that    ?    ❞

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a   /   trocitaes   .    painful  stubbornness   .

❛   WHY CAN’T YOU GO ALONE?   ❜    a modestly presented query, silk-spun lashes lowered in due guilelessness.  she forges proper distance between her  &  the prying fingers of the other,  pale hair lashing the slender frame of her face with the sudden movement.      ❛   i’m not an artist. what could POSSIBLY benefit me at an art store?  ❜  

❝     I  DO  NOT  WISH  TO    .    ❞       there’s  a  hurried  sense  to  her  voice   ,   though  its  volume  remains  the  same     -------     fingers  fall  to  her  sides   ,   those  iced  hues  softening   .     (     she  be  something    airy   ,   something  formless    &    delicate   .    porcelain  must  be  handled  as  such   .     )       a  sigh  passes  blushed  lips   ,   shoulders  rising   .       ❝     you  might  find  something  you  like   .       i  simply  want  a  companion  for  the  day   .    ❞

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❝     SWEET  LAMB   ,   go  out  with  me   .    ❞       plea  leaves  her  throat   ,   this  gaussian  girl    oozing    of  faux  innocence   .     (     her  voice  be  as  sweet  as  sugar   ,   as  ersatz  as  the  frown  she  wears   .     )     a  single  finger  extends   ,   a  poke  given  to  the  woman    &    lips  pull    upwards    in  a  quick  motion   .        ❝     i  don’t  wanna  go  out  alone   ,   but  i  need  new  paints   .     the  midnight  blue  is  running  low   .    ❞

&   /   .   @atrocitaes

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❝     do  not  simply  walk  in  here   ,   mon  cher   .    ❞     timbre  is  gentle  as  the  waves   ,   rasped    &    delicate  at  once     ;     despite  her  warning   ,   something    soft    appears  on  her  lips   .       (     a  gentle  grin   ,   as  if  she  enjoyed  his  antics   .     )      a  single  digit    ghosts    over  his  countenance    &    falls  atop  his  nose   .         ❝     next  time   ,   i  shall  keep  my  window  locked   .    ❞

&   /   .   @gambithief

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i  wanna  say  that  this  blog  will  have  seven  acts   .       kinda  mimicking  dramatic  structure   ,   we  are  now  in  act  one  of  sylvie’s  story   ,   or    play    ,   which  would  be  more  appropriate   .       i  already  have  the  rising  action    &    climax  figured  out   ,   but  that’s  a  long  way  coming   .       just  know  that  it  includes  some  npc’s   .

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sylvie : tries to be impressive and gets called tinkerbell

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ersatz   .       i’m  about  to  fall  asleep   ,   but  here’s  a  little  starter  call    !

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valorhalla

  other art thieves: appear sylvie: henlo wanna...

seti: ur all gonna get arrested

sylvie: boo u whore

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other art thieves: appear sylvie: henlo wanna start a Club

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ersatz   .       i’m  about  to  fall  asleep   ,   but  here’s  a  little  starter  call    !

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light  shifts  and  bends   ,    a feminine  shadow  appearing  in  the  middle  of  the  room   .     she  is  dressed  in  pastel  blue   ,   a  pair  of  pristine  glasses  resting  ‘pon  the  bridge  of  her  nose   .     porcelain  digits  grasp  golden  frame       ———-       painting  is  hugged  closer  to  that  petite  frame    &    she  stares  for  half  a  second       .  .  .       then  she’s  gone    !

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