❀ (( our little cherry blossoms )) completed

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

Ohhh shoot!
You can just feel that tensionnn
ooo I feel like they would so throw down, Lark and Valerie
like its on
catfight initiated

[Asherwy]

-insert poetic battle scenes-
not gonna work
-cries-

xDDD

[Terraier]

harmonising with the throbbing of my beating heart until it was all manifested in the form of a singular whisper.
This was gorgeous. All of it is gorgeous.
Please continue. I have no words for how impressed you've left me.

[Asherwy]

thank you so much terraier ಥ益ಥ)
i loved that line too, i'm so happy that you think so
thank you so so so much ಥ_ಥ

[Asherwy]

well, i missed the 14th...
so its been postponed to the 26th unless i finish it earlier..
haha

[raey]

tsts
I am craving for you wonderful writing darling

[fawn,]

this story is utterly beautiful
every word is so masterfully crafted and really resonates with the heart
I can't wait to read more!
you'll definitely be seeing a lot more of me on this thread! c:
brava!

[Asherwy]

@rae - crave no more my pumpkin, i shall soon meet your desiressss..s.....s.....

@twinkling vixen - ho man your sentence is masterfully crafted, like dang son. thank you so very much for the kind words, and I'm excited to see your sly little vixen butt bobbing 'round now and then xD
thank you again for taking the time to read, it means so much :3

...

hnnnng okay since i've been a procrastinating lil' brat imma post three chapters this month
ok?
ok.

.ok

[raey]

ok?
ok?
OK?
very ok!
very, very, very ok

[Asherwy]

fourteen. recall
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"What's up?"

Edmund's debilitated voice rasped serenely in the acrylic painted air, early morning sunlight illuminating
the specks of dust that pranced across the musty art room. His paintbrush moved to and fro on the
canvas as I derivatively staggered through the open door, deplorably ignoring his casual query. A little
ways behind my friend's assiduous hunched backside, I slumped on a stool as if trapped in a perennial
quietus, banally glancing at the now extensively overdue project Edmund had been working on. It depicted
a cage and...something else.

"You changed the colour of the cage."

My voice emerged in a sloughy cough, not thinking much of the trifling adjustment. Imperviously, I
leaned closer and peered at the canvas, barely making out a muted outline next to the cage. What
was it? I wondered, squinting half-heartedly to discern even the smallest clue of its identity. My
friend noticed almost instantaneously. Faintly shocked, Edmund halted his paintbrush and turned to
cast me a bijou stare, gunmetal tinged eyes fluctuating in an elegant disturbance. I responded with a
hushed inquiring keek, and he opened his mouth as if to say something before clasping his lips back
together and turning away.

"It's a lark, Case. You can't see it very well because of the sunlight."

I inhaled sharply, a bout of startled coughs stumbling out of my throat. Fortunately I reeled back and
whirled away from the painting when I felt the unpleasant choking sensation arise. Lark! I whipped
my head upwards in a frantic motion, only to see Edmund contemplating me with an anomalous
expression of joyful disappointment. Gritting my teeth, I staggered to my feet and sprinted out of the
sagacious art room as Edmund returned his attention to the unfinished canvas.

"It's good that he remembered."

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