This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
Forwarded from [REST] Legacy of Dustborne: Through the whispers of dæmons, we walk into the unknown.
A night out with the friends, strolling through neon-lit streets and savoring street food along the way. With Dustborne’s Yoonseo, Kheraeld’s Lia, Swift’s Soobin, and Scarvaine’s Chaewon, it was all about enjoying the small moments like when Yoonseo couldn’t resist grabbing an extra skewer while Lia laughed at how much food we ended up with. Soobin and Chaewon had their ice cream challenge, and Soobin nearly dropped his cone all over his shirt, which had us laughing for minutes. Between bites of fried snacks and sips of something cold, it felt like time slowed down. The streets were full of life, but we were caught in our little bubble, enjoying the simple joys of the night. From messy moments to endless laughter, it was clear this was a night we’ll always remember.
1💘3⚡1❤1
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
ㅤ
(Daygather: Returns.) ❦
IIㅡSeason’s Favour: Tabled in Quiet Bloom
“.. Linen—Spun 16.” Reverie Accord.
The clock turns, like the slow pouring of sunlight over wooden floors. This day, carried in softened breath and cupboard warmth, we re-align with the season, marking not just our age, but the harvest of our being. Moments stitched from old laughter, early hours, and buttered quietude make up our shape. We are not sudden, we are brewed. The season remembers us in light, like a song hummed over dishes.
This page of the calendar bends gently in your favor. Let our breath settle into its place beneath summer rafters. We are here, once more, as we’ve always been—together, like a note in the familial key. In all ways that matter, cheers to our day, Swift's Ian.
Calendula Recurred /.. (Cupboard, Flare.)
Restitched Beneath Apricene Rafters. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(Daygather: Returns.) ❦
IIㅡSeason’s Favour: Tabled in Quiet Bloom
“.. Linen—Spun 16.” Reverie Accord.
The clock turns, like the slow pouring of sunlight over wooden floors. This day, carried in softened breath and cupboard warmth, we re-align with the season, marking not just our age, but the harvest of our being. Moments stitched from old laughter, early hours, and buttered quietude make up our shape. We are not sudden, we are brewed. The season remembers us in light, like a song hummed over dishes.
This page of the calendar bends gently in your favor. Let our breath settle into its place beneath summer rafters. We are here, once more, as we’ve always been—together, like a note in the familial key. In all ways that matter, cheers to our day, Swift's Ian.
Calendula Recurred /.. (Cupboard, Flare.)
Restitched Beneath Apricene Rafters. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
2❤6🎉4💘4☃3🥰1🍓1😘1
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
