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๐ผ ๐’ป๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐‘’๐“๐“ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰. ๐‘€๐’ถ๐“Ž๐’ท๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“‰โ€™๐“ˆ ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐’ถ ๐’น๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‚. #RP #AU

Joined March 2014
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โ€œ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Ž ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“Š๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐‘’, ๐’ท๐“Š๐“‰ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‚?โ€ * 1800 ๐“ข๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“น๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“‘๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“พ๐“ฝ๐”‚ * ๐“—๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“š๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ๐“ผ๐“ต๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“‘๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ป * ๐“ž๐“น๐“ฒ๐“พ๐“ถ ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ฝ * ๐“๐“ฏ๐“ฏ๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ @DisneyInDespair #DInD
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Aurora Rose Briar retweeted
Auroraโ€™s Glamour - Solo - @DisneyInDespair A thread of gold, a tiny thread of gold. Like summer roses twisted into thorns. A ring that was once a promise, or perhaps nothing. For not all promises are kept and summer roses fade. The golden ring remained on Auroraโ€™s finger. โ€”
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Starter @ReginaGelida Nothing could surpass the boredom of a pre-debutante party, where all the girls were dressed in white. Mothers and aunts sat on the sofas drinking tea and eating tiny cakes, while looking at the teenage girls that milled around with the look โ€”
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โ€” of fawns ready to be sold to the highest bidder. Aurora looked around uninterested, but outwardly docile. The other girls could chatter, while she sought the nearest window to look out at the green topiary garden. @ReginaGelida โ€”
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โ€” Her blue eyes drifted around with little pleasure, until she noticed a girl that she did remember. Aurora smiled and waved. โ€œElsa?โ€ @ReginaGelida
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Starter @oceanummagicae The afternoon was dark, as fog enveloped London in a possessive way. It strangled the light and sucked all the sounds in, turned it into a plaything and confused Auroraโ€™s brain. Beneath her hat, there was a sheen of sweat against โ€”
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โ€” Gold roses, roses turned into thorns, thorns that protected, protection that came at a price. She was Aurora Briar, that was her name. But surely there was a tower once? A very high tower covered in saffron sunny roses, before the thorns grew and all the clocks stopped. โ€”
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โ€” This ring of sunshine gold that pricked her finger, this ring held something inside. The golden rose that belonged to the past and surrounded by thorns. Aurora twisted the golden ring on her finger and forgot. It was just a ring her father gave her.
Starter for @theaschenputtel There was a young female painter in London, that was started to be talked about in Londonโ€™s polite circles. Somebody with a talent for colour and reproducing laces and silks on canvas. Most motherโ€™s of debutantes were spending โ€”
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โ€” Aurora was a beautiful girl, but she often behaved quite strange. So a letter was delivered to miss Ella @theaschenputtel requesting her presence at Briar House, on the Strand. A carriage was put at the disposal of the painter, for surely she must have a way to transport โ€”
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โ€” her easel and her colours. @theaschenputtel A simple cream square of velum with golden edges held a charmingly short note written with lilac ink and ending in. โ€œLady Briar, at home 2pm. Carriage will await you.โ€
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โ€” When I wake up I play the harpsichord and then scream at the beautifully panelled wooden walls. This is not a problem, since the servants are used to it and the castle is surrounded by vicious hedges full of thorns. Itโ€™s incredibly picturesque in the summer. โ€”
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โ€” As I said, I am a perfectly bred lady, when I remember who I am. My imaginary friends call me Sleeping Beauty. Oh, did I forgot to mention? I have a lot of imaginary friends and I hear them talking, especially at night. Maybe they are real and Iโ€™m not.
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