Tonight was intentional. Black met grey beneath chandeliers that glowed like quiet witnesses, Meirthärt’s Youngkwang and Sörguine’s Johnny standing across from each other as if the evening had been waiting only for that moment. One carried elegance in restraint, the other in warmth, and together they balanced the room without trying.
Dinner unfolded slowly. Candlelight brushed crystal, wine caught the gold of the walls, and flowers rested between them like an unspoken vow. Nothing needed to be said. Presence was enough. Care filled every pause. It was not just a fancy dinner, but a memory carefully shaped, meant to linger long after the night ended.
In the end, admiration flowed both ways. The food was forgotten, plates untouched as laughter slipped easily between them. Fingers found each other across the table, hands clasped as if that alone was enough to ground the night.
Dinner unfolded slowly. Candlelight brushed crystal, wine caught the gold of the walls, and flowers rested between them like an unspoken vow. Nothing needed to be said. Presence was enough. Care filled every pause. It was not just a fancy dinner, but a memory carefully shaped, meant to linger long after the night ended.
In the end, admiration flowed both ways. The food was forgotten, plates untouched as laughter slipped easily between them. Fingers found each other across the table, hands clasped as if that alone was enough to ground the night.
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Forwarded from Mansion of Shien: Fellowship Of The Fallen.
Hello, shies! back with Shien’s Jeemin and her #LatePost agenda. today, I went to the beach with Sörguine’s Carmen! We arrived when the sun was already low, the air warm but not burning. The shore was crowded yet distant, everyone busy with their own version of peace.
Carmen kicked off her sandals first, daring the waves like they owed her something, while I stayed back for a second, watching the water stretch endlessly. We walked along the sand, talking about nothing urgent, laughing at small things, letting the wind tangle our hair without fixing it. We shared snacks that tasted better than they should have, took photos we knew would end up blurry, and stayed until the sky darkened into soft blues. Went home tired, salty, and oddly calm, the kind of day that doesn’t scream for attention but still deserves to be remembered. ♥️🏖
Carmen kicked off her sandals first, daring the waves like they owed her something, while I stayed back for a second, watching the water stretch endlessly. We walked along the sand, talking about nothing urgent, laughing at small things, letting the wind tangle our hair without fixing it. We shared snacks that tasted better than they should have, took photos we knew would end up blurry, and stayed until the sky darkened into soft blues. Went home tired, salty, and oddly calm, the kind of day that doesn’t scream for attention but still deserves to be remembered. ♥️🏖
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good evening söwbyee!＼(^o^)／♡ a day has been well spent by sörguine's ian, the weater was bzzzzzz freezy outside❄️🧥 but it was sure very haawwt at home!?!!?! i wonder who turned on the house heater till it felt like a 100000⁰ heat!! jahat sekali huffft🥴🔥🖐🏻😠
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JAN OF 21ST, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . ＊‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)
Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.
Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @CampofLachers, @Dreadstrange, @CathectLaFamilie & @Caelthwynn. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ /ㅤ NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots balsa and grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
JAN OF 21ST, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . ＊‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)
Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.
Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @CampofLachers, @Dreadstrange, @CathectLaFamilie & @Caelthwynn. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ /ㅤ NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots balsa and grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
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"I won’t miss a single thing, including the miracle of being with you, only you." Slipping further and further away from your grip is my presence that resonates without a sound, my lowest point that burns brighter under your understanding gaze. Behind my camera lens is the eyes of mine that longs for affection and a place to belong, in front of my camera lens is the eyes of yours who indulge me like a song. I, Sörguine's Naoya, was on the search for an everlasting heart for me to hold onto, and to that his hand lays ever so gently on mine. The stage is my wonderland, as I created for my starring drama Therapy Game's Stage Play. 🤍
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"I won’t miss a single thing, including the miracle of being with you, only you." Slipping further and further away from your grip is my presence that resonates without a sound, my lowest point that burns brighter under your understanding gaze. Behind my camera lens is the eyes of mine that longs for affection and a place to belong, in front of my camera lens is the eyes of yours who indulge me like a song. I, Sörguine's Naoya, was on the search for an everlasting heart for me to hold onto, and to that his hand lays ever so gently on mine. The stage is my wonderland, as I created for my starring drama Therapy Game's Stage Play. 🤍
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