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γ € BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."
γ €γ €βββββ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." β Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.
To @TheWilkins. : let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ € By holm and hearth,
γ € γ € γ €γ €γ €γ € @MISTLESOIR
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β THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER π²
γ € BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."
γ €γ €βββββ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." β Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.
To @TheWilkins. : let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ € By holm and hearth,
γ € γ € γ €γ €γ €γ € @MISTLESOIR
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Forwarded from WYRMHARROW: The Moonwrought Lineage.
this morning felt soft and unhurried the grass still wet with dew, ducks wandering near the water, and the sky stretching wide above us; just me wyrmharrow's sunghoon and my brother mistlesoir's heeseung on a blanket, teasing each other about snacks and photos, laughing at small things, and letting the sun slowly warm our faces, a simple picnic that somehow turned into a memory worth keeping
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Forwarded from Eine BlΓΌht Nachtblume : die familie Schumann.
Everyone, look at Schumannβs Hanjin, Blancβs Hanjin, Mistlesoirβs Hanjin, Montgolfierβs Hanjin, Geldartβs Hanjin new hair colour! Isn't look suitable to us? Isn't our new hair like chocolate-flavored cotton candy that tastes sweet and bitter at the same time? π
Anyways, This photo was taken when we were all walking around or maybe shooting something? You'll know for sure later, when the right time comes.π What's clear is, we had a happy time together. So please, carring us with much love, from you all. We will be your lucky charm! πβ₯
Anyways, This photo was taken when we were all walking around or maybe shooting something? You'll know for sure later, when the right time comes.
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