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โ€•โ€• ๐Šรผ๐ก๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ญ. ๐Ÿˆ (@fauxbeing) profile picture

" ๐€๐ง๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ค๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ค๐ฌ ๐†๐จ๐, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ. "

๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ, DEAD DOVE; MDNI.
Joined May 2021
Photo by โ€•โ€• ๐Šรผ๐ก๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ญ. ๐Ÿˆ (@fauxbeing)Photo by โ€•โ€• ๐Šรผ๐ก๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ญ. ๐Ÿˆ (@fauxbeing)Photo by โ€•โ€• ๐Šรผ๐ก๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ญ. ๐Ÿˆ (@fauxbeing)Photo by โ€•โ€• ๐Šรผ๐ก๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ญ. ๐Ÿˆ (@fauxbeing)Photo by โ€•โ€• ๐Šรผ๐ก๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ญ. ๐Ÿˆ (@fauxbeing)Photo by โ€•โ€• ๐Šรผ๐ก๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ญ. ๐Ÿˆ (@fauxbeing)Photo by โ€•โ€• ๐Šรผ๐ก๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ญ. ๐Ÿˆ (@fauxbeing)Photo by โ€•โ€• ๐Šรผ๐ก๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ญ. ๐Ÿˆ (@fauxbeing)Photo by โ€•โ€• ๐Šรผ๐ก๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ญ. ๐Ÿˆ (@fauxbeing)Photo by โ€•โ€• ๐Šรผ๐ก๐ง๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ญ. ๐Ÿˆ (@fauxbeing)
As ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ who ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ, ๐™ฌ๐™š ๐™ข๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™ข๐™š๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ.
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ๆง˜ใ€…ใชใŠๅฌขใกใ‚ƒใพ๐Ÿชถโ™€๏ฟคโš ๏ธŽๅฅณไฝ“ๅŒ–
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Lohenlumi ใƒญใ‚จ่› / the fierce battle๐Ÿ’ฅ
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an animated being, a strange being indeed. when he sat down ahead of her, there was little nuance to the faux creature. he simply stared at her. analytically, deciphering what could be on her mind. studying her like his latest subject.
Replying to @TheSunInRags
form to talk about this sort of thing in public anyway. But what CAN she talk about?... might as well go with the niceties. "... so. How have you been? I haven't seen you in... a while."
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he blinked, and a new person enters his world, it was a servant. they brought them food, placing it on the table they sat at. it's what they ordered. salad for him. honey roast for her. he simply stared, and the servant took off in a hurry. his eyes --- too dead.
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" . . . salad. " he grabbed a fork, and started eating. and for once, it was the only non-weird thing he could do, and that was eat, normally, like the rest of them. like a human. something he is not. never will be. no matter how hard he tried.
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angelic, it was, no, perhaps even a cheap imitation it. his stares, it was deep, calculating. she allowed his curiosity to rise when she behaved to differently. insecurity settles in. was he being too much for her? he may have overstepped a few boundaries.
It was the touch that was the worst thing; the embarrassment of falling over was nothing, the pain of his grip was even less than that. But touch is one of those things that never quite settles properly. It makes everything shrink in fear.
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ใ€žthank you. ใ€ž and with that, he walked away. transaction complete. totally not awkward. ใ€žcome. let's seat. ใ€ž pulling a seat for himself, he sat down and sighed. . . . what was he doing before this?
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not much. see Klee. check on Sucrose. avoid Everyone. he was afraid of being percieved. something Mona and Albedo had... quarrels over.
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They climbed up the stairs up to Good Hunters, but on the way, he was quite alert, observant, head on the swivel. He was suspicious and frantic, just like her, but... less skiddish. He couldn't help but notice eventually. " you look like I'm forcing you. "
She would have protested to being dragged - being touched at all made her skin crawl with fear - but she said nothing. She moved to keep up with him. This wasnโ€™t good, she thought to herself. She would have preferred to stay alone, but now that is going to be difficult. โ€”
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He was known for his outbursts of mania, capable of uprooting Mondstadt, and his mother was... We do not speak of her. He practices arts that are forbidden, to bring the inanimate to animate, the dead to life. All with Khemia. And against her, she was just another person.
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She was his competitor for recognition from the witches. Her death... would benefit him. But why does he care about her? ... He stepped up the stairs, and glanced at her, pointing to the counter of Good Hunters. " Order. I'm hungry. You're hungry. I pay. "
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