Post by Aether on Nov 12, 2006 9:26:59 GMT -5
Codeword: Pirates
Full Name: Sapientia Bloom
Nicknames: Tia, The Modern Spirit
Codename: Aether
Age: Mid/late teens
DoB: February 29th
Origins: Caucasian, born in London, England
Orientation: Straight
Blood Type: AB+
Hair: Silver, but not as in an old person could be described as hiving silver hair but it actually being white or grey. Tia's hair is genuinely silver, the shade of polished silverware.
It is quite long, reaching down to her mid upper arms. The shorter bits at the front reach her brow, cheeks, chin, and shoulders. It's layered, but in a very complicated kind of way that lets you do anything with it. It's naturally straight, but occasionally she may have it curly or wavy.
Eyes: Like her hair, her eyes are a magnificent shade of silver. They are large and almond-shaped, but when deeply angered they will turn darker. Depending on just how angry she is, they have various stages. First her irises will turn dark until they turn black as if she just has one huge pupil, and then if pushed to the extreme, her irises will start to eat away at the whites of her eyes, leaving her entire eye a shade of deep, glossy black.
Height: 5'5" 1/2
Weight: 111lb
Physical Affects of Mutation?: Her hair and eyes are affected by her powers. It's quite obvious really. Also, if she is using her power to a great extent, markings will appear on her pale skin down her arms, legs, back, stomach, etc. They are like runes. These silver-black markings will crawl over her skin, and fade once she has stopped using her power.
A streak of paler skin is streaked down her forehead, a vertical mark stretching from the center of her forehead to between her eyes. It's like a birthmark, barely visible, but glows when she uses her power.
Personality: Tia can convey her emotions with only a look. And with her strong physical presence, everyone respects her... Although she is a powerful thinker and natural-born leader, she has always preferred to keep to the shadows of the moons and night rather than the bright light of the sun. She can sometimes be cynical, other times naive. She seems to radiate a sense of hope and peace wherever she goes, but that accompanies an aura of serious darkness. But that isn't to say she is evil- no. Though dark, mysterious and enigmatic as she is, she always fights for life and purity. She always sees the 'bigger picture' and the 'greater good', and she may be quiet, but beneath her low-key demeanor she is incredibly confident. She is a strong leader, and can be both stubborn and proud, sarcastic and witty. She sees things others don't, she thinks about things others wouldn't give a second glance. Observing, and appreciating what others take for granted is also doubled with her unpredictable streak. Though Tia has been deeply tempted by power and evil in the past, her strong will always reminds her that light is the greater path, and that kindness, compassion and understanding are more powerful than hatred.
Appearance: Tia is fairly petite compared to other people. She has a slim frame, but is fairly curvaceous. Her hands are slender, and bear fairly long fingers, but her nails are completely white as if with calcium deficiency. Her skin is pale, casting a ghostly appearance about her when coupled with her silver hair and eyes. She is pretty, her face is heart-shaped, her silver eyes large and almond-shaped. She has a slender nose, full and naturally pouty lips, and high cheekbones.
Clothing Style: There is one thing Tia is never seen without. A crystal pendant, a birth present. It has been with her all her life.
She will usually wear black, grey or silver. Generally simple, monochrome things that suit her but wouldn't initially be thought of as fashionable.
::Battle Uniform::
Color: Black.
Style: Rather like a catsuit to be honest. Crafted of black leather, it zips up at the front but Tia usually leaves it down enough to let her neck "breathe". She wears a bodice over it, which is black and ribbed and laces up at the back. The sleeves are long, and fit to her slender arms and hands, the sleeves coming down almost at the knuckles. Over it she wears a pair of black armored vambraces that stop at her wrists. The leather continues down her legs, vanishing into a pair of shin-high boots.
Patterns/Markings: The bodice bears silver markings simalar to those that occasionally ripple over her skin. Her vambraces also bear the smooth symbols.
Boots and/or Gloves?: Her boots are adorned with silver clasps engraved with the same markings and symbols. The soles are thick and the treads are deep, the boots usually seen with the handles of her throwing knives down each one.
Relations: Annabelle Katherine Fox (mother), Cameron Bloom (father). Tia is an only child, which her mother is releived of in fear of giving birth to another mutant. Her father was almost willing to accept her as who she is. Sadly, her mother was not.
Weaknesses: Tia is young, and sometimes naive. Easily led, Tia can become a prime target if wanting someone to walk directly into a trap. After all- curiousity killed the, err.... wolf?
Another weakness is her weakness itself. She does not have the stamina others do, nor does she retain thoes levels well. She is naturally a stealth creature, one to slip from shadow to shadow, unnoticed, not to tramp into danger zones with intentions of fighting her way through. Her powers take a lot from her, even Empathy in passing can reduce her to exhaustion. Even at her best, she can only go for so long before her body cannot take the strain any longer and she simply crumples or passes out.
She has a tendency to attack too quickly, to use her bigger, more major attacks far too soon in battle. Half the time it is this lack of timing that leads to her demise.
She also has trouble controlling her emotions. Any sense of fear may lead her astray, into the wrong hands. She can be easily frightened, but remains true to her motto: there is always hope.
Powers: There is a reason why Tia is nicknamed 'The Modern Spirit'. There is a reason why her codename is 'Aether', the controller and guardian of the elements. No, Aether doesn't control all elements, but only the 'modern' ones- metal, glass and electricity. As for the 'Spirit', she has an ability that explains that...
Metal- Tia has the ability to control metal. She can also break it down by feeling the atomic structure and turning it into liquid so she can absorb it and create it. She also has the power to create and levitate on magnetic fields.
Glass- also rather easy to guess. Tia can reform any kind of glass, shatter, create and absorb it. It is also one of the main elements of her sword.
Spirit (Quintessance/Aether)- She has an ability over Quintessance, such as the ability to create energy blasts at her hands as well as general creation, manipulation and absorption. The light always takes of the form of lightning, giving it a sort of electrical link.
She is a healer, but cannot heal herself. This power takes a lot of explaining, so I'll do my best.
This form of healing is dangerous due to the fact that using it drains the power to keep her past wounds closed. This has a strange effect on her, because it does not open up her wounds, but rather inflicts their wounds upon herself.
It is a basic manipulation of time and reality, mixed with the true ability to heal. The healing power means that she can manipulate to a very small extent, time and reality. Meaning she can change reality to something different. If this power were greater, she'd be an illusionist of sorts, but that's the only thing she can do with it. As for time, if the power was greater she could make a bubble where time could speed up, slow down, reverse.
e.g. If she had a greater extent of this power (which she doesn't) she'd be able to make like a kind of bubble/void thing, if that bubble was around a flower she'd be able to make it grow, grow so much it died later, shrink to a bud, or seep back into the soil.
So what she does is create some kind of force around the wound she heals, reversing time and changing reality to make it so the wound had never happened, mixed with the healing ability, heals the wound where the time and reality cannot manage any further.
Affiliation: Xavier's
Skills: Tia prides herself in her concentration and determination. She is willing to do anything if she puts her mind to it. She also has brilliant aim, and is a fair tactitian, and because she is fairly light she is faster, and more stealthy and agile. She is naturally a creature of the night and of the moon, and proud of it.
Interests: Reading and drawing help to take her mind off things. Coincidentially, she loves ice skating, which is convenient for her since she has her power over ice. She used to love horse riding, fencing and snowboarding, but unfortunately she has no chance to pursue them now. She would like swimming if she weren't so paranod that her powers would betray her and either freeze herself in or electricoute herself.
Bio/History: February 29th. A strange day, it comes only once every four years, slipped in between February and April as if once every four years the calendar remembers the forgotten day. But also, once upon a time sixteen years ago on that forgotten day, a mutant child was born. The evidence wasn't clear at first, but as she grew, her hair revealed itself to be silver like her eyes. It was not natural. Sapientia Bloom was the child's name, Latin for 'wisdom'. But needless to say as the girl grew up she disliked her name and referred to herself as Tia, despite a small bracelet she was given bearing a tiny silver 'S' on the chain. This has confused many, since Tia usually insists that her last syllable abbreviation is her real name.
She grew up in a small village beside a densely wooded forest, thick with wolves. Her parents used to protect Tia from them, but instead, Tia was fascinated by these creatures. Tia was seven years old when she awoke in the night to sounds in the garden. Slipping from her bed and tottering outside in the snow, she came across a black wolf puppy, abandoned beside the fence. It didn't take long for the little girl to fall in love with the tiny pup and bring it inside. It was in the years to come that the wolf would end up being Tia's only friend.
Her parents hated the idea of a wolf living with their daughter, but after she was told to let it loose, Tia refused so firmly that it barely took any time for an ergument to start out. In her rage, Tia accidentally exploded the windows, glasses, froze over the contents of bottles, the milk in her father's cereal, and either melted or short circuited every appliance in the house. It was in that moment that her parents had their evidence. Something was wrong with their daughter. Terribly wrong. Not knowing what to do, they kept her until they heard of the mutant school, and immediately sent her there in fear that their child's talents would kill them.
Sapientia lived at the school, learning her abilities, her powers. She came to terms with what she was and how to control what she was blessed or cursed with. In the years that followed, Tia knew that she did not belong in the world outside, but rather just her and her wolf, which was always at her side. The two shared a bond, stronger than the metal she controlled and closer than siblings, the only links to her past being the pendant necklace and the silver bracelet that remained around her wrist.
And so, life goes on, full of the comings and goings of the world around her and with everyone that Tia met, they either avoided her because of her appearance of ran away because she was a mutant. Until she was sixteen and she left the academy, and met Strike. Strike was also a mutant, and was known only by his codename. He too, had silver eyes, but his hair was whit silver, not true silver like hers. His true name Tia never found out. He taught her how to love being what she was, he taught her how to use her powers for good, and with him, Tia learned everything she needed to survive. She felt close to Strike like she did to her wolf, she adopted her codename, Aether, and lived with Strike like a brother. It was with Strike that Tia created her trusty sword. A hilt and handle of metal, the blade has a core of dense glass, so ridden with hair line cracks like spiderwebs it appears to be opaque and frosted over. The rest of the blade is reinforced glass, which glows when it is in use and bears markings that run down the blade, conducting electricity. The blade combines Tia's elemental powers, and holds special meaning to her.
But good things cannot last. They were attacked during the night, by a band of mutants using their powers for the hell of it. Strike had told her to run, pulled his chain from around his neck and pressed it into her palm. Tia never saw him again, but knew somehow from her Clairvoyancy that he was still alive. She knows also that one day he will be back, for she learned that his chain was the only thing that connected him to who he truly was. The chain was an army one bearing a set of dog tags. It bore an ID code and rank and surname, and using that Tia could easily have found out what his real first name was, but she chose not to. She knew that if he wanted her to know his name, he would have told her.
Days passed without Strike, and Tia grew lonely. She memorised the dog tags off by heart, and would the chain thrice about her left wrist, wearing it like a bracelet. It was after Strike that she finally named the wolf. Moonshallow, Strike's surname.
Tia remembered Strike's teachings, his ways of living, and soon enough Tia stepped into his shoes and lived her life his way, but she would always live his way with a tinge of Tia in there. She returned to where she belonged, Xavier's Academy, and was willing to help, willing to do anything to make herself remember Strike. She knew that if Strike ever was to come back for his dog tags, he'd know where to find her, so Tia, or Aether currently resides at the Academy. Where she now calls home.
Example Post: About her ankles danced the hem of a silvery white silken dress, the top clinging to her slender figure with a broad scoop neck and cap sleeves. The slender, tapered fingers of her left hand clutched limply in desperation to the handle of the dagger, her index finger extending over the hilt to hold it to her grip and keeping it within the smooth curve of her palm. Her skin was pale, not sickly so, but smooth, flawless and unfreckled.
The hem of her skirt darted along the grass, as if taunting the substance with tiny, light steps. Ripping her eyes ruthlessly from their current gaze, her brilliant silver eyes scanned the heavens. It was still dark, not yet dawn... not even close. She'd be safe for now. Still holding her bloodied blade, she swiftly slipped her way down to the cool water's edge, plunging her blade into the water. Slowly, the crimson blood slid from the silver blade, blossoming in crimson flowers against the surface of the lake, before the next pulse of water bounded lazily over her bare toes, washing the blade free of it's sin. She stepped back, turning to direct eyes of icy hues across the grass.
She paused, her slender hand raising to sweep back the strands of shining hair. The silken curtain of intense silver was drawn, rendering free those frozen eyes of icy hues. Freeing the feline grace that pulsed within them. A fingertip was drawn at her brow, pulling the moonlit shades of platinum back from her cheek, the ear being their temporary captor. Under rims of dark lashes, an expression was held. Will you dance with me, that gaze said.
Full Name: Sapientia Bloom
Nicknames: Tia, The Modern Spirit
Codename: Aether
Age: Mid/late teens
DoB: February 29th
Origins: Caucasian, born in London, England
Orientation: Straight
Blood Type: AB+
Hair: Silver, but not as in an old person could be described as hiving silver hair but it actually being white or grey. Tia's hair is genuinely silver, the shade of polished silverware.
It is quite long, reaching down to her mid upper arms. The shorter bits at the front reach her brow, cheeks, chin, and shoulders. It's layered, but in a very complicated kind of way that lets you do anything with it. It's naturally straight, but occasionally she may have it curly or wavy.
Eyes: Like her hair, her eyes are a magnificent shade of silver. They are large and almond-shaped, but when deeply angered they will turn darker. Depending on just how angry she is, they have various stages. First her irises will turn dark until they turn black as if she just has one huge pupil, and then if pushed to the extreme, her irises will start to eat away at the whites of her eyes, leaving her entire eye a shade of deep, glossy black.
Height: 5'5" 1/2
Weight: 111lb
Physical Affects of Mutation?: Her hair and eyes are affected by her powers. It's quite obvious really. Also, if she is using her power to a great extent, markings will appear on her pale skin down her arms, legs, back, stomach, etc. They are like runes. These silver-black markings will crawl over her skin, and fade once she has stopped using her power.
A streak of paler skin is streaked down her forehead, a vertical mark stretching from the center of her forehead to between her eyes. It's like a birthmark, barely visible, but glows when she uses her power.
Personality: Tia can convey her emotions with only a look. And with her strong physical presence, everyone respects her... Although she is a powerful thinker and natural-born leader, she has always preferred to keep to the shadows of the moons and night rather than the bright light of the sun. She can sometimes be cynical, other times naive. She seems to radiate a sense of hope and peace wherever she goes, but that accompanies an aura of serious darkness. But that isn't to say she is evil- no. Though dark, mysterious and enigmatic as she is, she always fights for life and purity. She always sees the 'bigger picture' and the 'greater good', and she may be quiet, but beneath her low-key demeanor she is incredibly confident. She is a strong leader, and can be both stubborn and proud, sarcastic and witty. She sees things others don't, she thinks about things others wouldn't give a second glance. Observing, and appreciating what others take for granted is also doubled with her unpredictable streak. Though Tia has been deeply tempted by power and evil in the past, her strong will always reminds her that light is the greater path, and that kindness, compassion and understanding are more powerful than hatred.
Appearance: Tia is fairly petite compared to other people. She has a slim frame, but is fairly curvaceous. Her hands are slender, and bear fairly long fingers, but her nails are completely white as if with calcium deficiency. Her skin is pale, casting a ghostly appearance about her when coupled with her silver hair and eyes. She is pretty, her face is heart-shaped, her silver eyes large and almond-shaped. She has a slender nose, full and naturally pouty lips, and high cheekbones.
Clothing Style: There is one thing Tia is never seen without. A crystal pendant, a birth present. It has been with her all her life.
She will usually wear black, grey or silver. Generally simple, monochrome things that suit her but wouldn't initially be thought of as fashionable.
::Battle Uniform::
Color: Black.
Style: Rather like a catsuit to be honest. Crafted of black leather, it zips up at the front but Tia usually leaves it down enough to let her neck "breathe". She wears a bodice over it, which is black and ribbed and laces up at the back. The sleeves are long, and fit to her slender arms and hands, the sleeves coming down almost at the knuckles. Over it she wears a pair of black armored vambraces that stop at her wrists. The leather continues down her legs, vanishing into a pair of shin-high boots.
Patterns/Markings: The bodice bears silver markings simalar to those that occasionally ripple over her skin. Her vambraces also bear the smooth symbols.
Boots and/or Gloves?: Her boots are adorned with silver clasps engraved with the same markings and symbols. The soles are thick and the treads are deep, the boots usually seen with the handles of her throwing knives down each one.
Relations: Annabelle Katherine Fox (mother), Cameron Bloom (father). Tia is an only child, which her mother is releived of in fear of giving birth to another mutant. Her father was almost willing to accept her as who she is. Sadly, her mother was not.
Weaknesses: Tia is young, and sometimes naive. Easily led, Tia can become a prime target if wanting someone to walk directly into a trap. After all- curiousity killed the, err.... wolf?
Another weakness is her weakness itself. She does not have the stamina others do, nor does she retain thoes levels well. She is naturally a stealth creature, one to slip from shadow to shadow, unnoticed, not to tramp into danger zones with intentions of fighting her way through. Her powers take a lot from her, even Empathy in passing can reduce her to exhaustion. Even at her best, she can only go for so long before her body cannot take the strain any longer and she simply crumples or passes out.
She has a tendency to attack too quickly, to use her bigger, more major attacks far too soon in battle. Half the time it is this lack of timing that leads to her demise.
She also has trouble controlling her emotions. Any sense of fear may lead her astray, into the wrong hands. She can be easily frightened, but remains true to her motto: there is always hope.
Powers: There is a reason why Tia is nicknamed 'The Modern Spirit'. There is a reason why her codename is 'Aether', the controller and guardian of the elements. No, Aether doesn't control all elements, but only the 'modern' ones- metal, glass and electricity. As for the 'Spirit', she has an ability that explains that...
Metal- Tia has the ability to control metal. She can also break it down by feeling the atomic structure and turning it into liquid so she can absorb it and create it. She also has the power to create and levitate on magnetic fields.
Glass- also rather easy to guess. Tia can reform any kind of glass, shatter, create and absorb it. It is also one of the main elements of her sword.
Spirit (Quintessance/Aether)- She has an ability over Quintessance, such as the ability to create energy blasts at her hands as well as general creation, manipulation and absorption. The light always takes of the form of lightning, giving it a sort of electrical link.
She is a healer, but cannot heal herself. This power takes a lot of explaining, so I'll do my best.
This form of healing is dangerous due to the fact that using it drains the power to keep her past wounds closed. This has a strange effect on her, because it does not open up her wounds, but rather inflicts their wounds upon herself.
It is a basic manipulation of time and reality, mixed with the true ability to heal. The healing power means that she can manipulate to a very small extent, time and reality. Meaning she can change reality to something different. If this power were greater, she'd be an illusionist of sorts, but that's the only thing she can do with it. As for time, if the power was greater she could make a bubble where time could speed up, slow down, reverse.
e.g. If she had a greater extent of this power (which she doesn't) she'd be able to make like a kind of bubble/void thing, if that bubble was around a flower she'd be able to make it grow, grow so much it died later, shrink to a bud, or seep back into the soil.
So what she does is create some kind of force around the wound she heals, reversing time and changing reality to make it so the wound had never happened, mixed with the healing ability, heals the wound where the time and reality cannot manage any further.
Affiliation: Xavier's
Skills: Tia prides herself in her concentration and determination. She is willing to do anything if she puts her mind to it. She also has brilliant aim, and is a fair tactitian, and because she is fairly light she is faster, and more stealthy and agile. She is naturally a creature of the night and of the moon, and proud of it.
Interests: Reading and drawing help to take her mind off things. Coincidentially, she loves ice skating, which is convenient for her since she has her power over ice. She used to love horse riding, fencing and snowboarding, but unfortunately she has no chance to pursue them now. She would like swimming if she weren't so paranod that her powers would betray her and either freeze herself in or electricoute herself.
Bio/History: February 29th. A strange day, it comes only once every four years, slipped in between February and April as if once every four years the calendar remembers the forgotten day. But also, once upon a time sixteen years ago on that forgotten day, a mutant child was born. The evidence wasn't clear at first, but as she grew, her hair revealed itself to be silver like her eyes. It was not natural. Sapientia Bloom was the child's name, Latin for 'wisdom'. But needless to say as the girl grew up she disliked her name and referred to herself as Tia, despite a small bracelet she was given bearing a tiny silver 'S' on the chain. This has confused many, since Tia usually insists that her last syllable abbreviation is her real name.
She grew up in a small village beside a densely wooded forest, thick with wolves. Her parents used to protect Tia from them, but instead, Tia was fascinated by these creatures. Tia was seven years old when she awoke in the night to sounds in the garden. Slipping from her bed and tottering outside in the snow, she came across a black wolf puppy, abandoned beside the fence. It didn't take long for the little girl to fall in love with the tiny pup and bring it inside. It was in the years to come that the wolf would end up being Tia's only friend.
Her parents hated the idea of a wolf living with their daughter, but after she was told to let it loose, Tia refused so firmly that it barely took any time for an ergument to start out. In her rage, Tia accidentally exploded the windows, glasses, froze over the contents of bottles, the milk in her father's cereal, and either melted or short circuited every appliance in the house. It was in that moment that her parents had their evidence. Something was wrong with their daughter. Terribly wrong. Not knowing what to do, they kept her until they heard of the mutant school, and immediately sent her there in fear that their child's talents would kill them.
Sapientia lived at the school, learning her abilities, her powers. She came to terms with what she was and how to control what she was blessed or cursed with. In the years that followed, Tia knew that she did not belong in the world outside, but rather just her and her wolf, which was always at her side. The two shared a bond, stronger than the metal she controlled and closer than siblings, the only links to her past being the pendant necklace and the silver bracelet that remained around her wrist.
And so, life goes on, full of the comings and goings of the world around her and with everyone that Tia met, they either avoided her because of her appearance of ran away because she was a mutant. Until she was sixteen and she left the academy, and met Strike. Strike was also a mutant, and was known only by his codename. He too, had silver eyes, but his hair was whit silver, not true silver like hers. His true name Tia never found out. He taught her how to love being what she was, he taught her how to use her powers for good, and with him, Tia learned everything she needed to survive. She felt close to Strike like she did to her wolf, she adopted her codename, Aether, and lived with Strike like a brother. It was with Strike that Tia created her trusty sword. A hilt and handle of metal, the blade has a core of dense glass, so ridden with hair line cracks like spiderwebs it appears to be opaque and frosted over. The rest of the blade is reinforced glass, which glows when it is in use and bears markings that run down the blade, conducting electricity. The blade combines Tia's elemental powers, and holds special meaning to her.
But good things cannot last. They were attacked during the night, by a band of mutants using their powers for the hell of it. Strike had told her to run, pulled his chain from around his neck and pressed it into her palm. Tia never saw him again, but knew somehow from her Clairvoyancy that he was still alive. She knows also that one day he will be back, for she learned that his chain was the only thing that connected him to who he truly was. The chain was an army one bearing a set of dog tags. It bore an ID code and rank and surname, and using that Tia could easily have found out what his real first name was, but she chose not to. She knew that if he wanted her to know his name, he would have told her.
Days passed without Strike, and Tia grew lonely. She memorised the dog tags off by heart, and would the chain thrice about her left wrist, wearing it like a bracelet. It was after Strike that she finally named the wolf. Moonshallow, Strike's surname.
Tia remembered Strike's teachings, his ways of living, and soon enough Tia stepped into his shoes and lived her life his way, but she would always live his way with a tinge of Tia in there. She returned to where she belonged, Xavier's Academy, and was willing to help, willing to do anything to make herself remember Strike. She knew that if Strike ever was to come back for his dog tags, he'd know where to find her, so Tia, or Aether currently resides at the Academy. Where she now calls home.
Example Post: About her ankles danced the hem of a silvery white silken dress, the top clinging to her slender figure with a broad scoop neck and cap sleeves. The slender, tapered fingers of her left hand clutched limply in desperation to the handle of the dagger, her index finger extending over the hilt to hold it to her grip and keeping it within the smooth curve of her palm. Her skin was pale, not sickly so, but smooth, flawless and unfreckled.
The hem of her skirt darted along the grass, as if taunting the substance with tiny, light steps. Ripping her eyes ruthlessly from their current gaze, her brilliant silver eyes scanned the heavens. It was still dark, not yet dawn... not even close. She'd be safe for now. Still holding her bloodied blade, she swiftly slipped her way down to the cool water's edge, plunging her blade into the water. Slowly, the crimson blood slid from the silver blade, blossoming in crimson flowers against the surface of the lake, before the next pulse of water bounded lazily over her bare toes, washing the blade free of it's sin. She stepped back, turning to direct eyes of icy hues across the grass.
She paused, her slender hand raising to sweep back the strands of shining hair. The silken curtain of intense silver was drawn, rendering free those frozen eyes of icy hues. Freeing the feline grace that pulsed within them. A fingertip was drawn at her brow, pulling the moonlit shades of platinum back from her cheek, the ear being their temporary captor. Under rims of dark lashes, an expression was held. Will you dance with me, that gaze said.
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