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( FORTUNE   :   MET. ) 1990
AS THE STRINGS ATTACHED BECOMING ONE, MEETING ANOTHER, AND DEFINE PERFECTION.

ENRAPTURING COUNTENANCED SACRIFICE WHICH MET IN REVIVING OOMPH, TO ACCOMODATE DIVERSENESS. “What… Is ‘this red-string…?” / Sumptuousness in conscious outpouring arches, to the sorcery that created leash to a traveling home. Strings lingers in my finger, within psyche of fortune which highlights the home. Felt, euphoric in sequences. What such panaroma icadescence felt, meeting the visual idyllc of soulmates. The devoting Scarvaine!
(ON SEEK FOR: FAMILIES-SIBLINGSHOOD)
CONCLUDING SUCH O’HEARTED….

∴ HANDS, AS IN OLDEST (1997-2001)
∴ TORSO, AS IN MIDDLE (2002–2005)

Dearly #SCARLINES throughout our journey found us in stringed, it is may—or may not be bewitched to a fate amongst us. My name, (YOUR NAME) by sole in age of (LINE BIRTH) found ways toward a home: as faces of mine (MUSE) has powerful guide to Scarvaine’s territory.

           HEADLY,   STRINGS-HOLDS-US!
        YOU  DELIGHT  TO  BE  WITH  US
  @SCARVAINEBOT  STRING  YOU:  COME.

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hi, everyone! Langforth’s Seoah is here with Swift’s Ye-on and Courthlace’s Juhoon to share a few little moments from last night.

the three of us spent the evening outside and somehow turned a simple outing into something lovely. Langforth’s Seoah was enjoying the night air and stopping whenever the lighting looked too good to ignore, while Swift’s Ye-on looked effortlessly photogenic the entire time. meanwhile, Courthlace’s Juhoon brought both the calmest and coolest energy to us and the night.

we spent most of the evening walking around, talking about random things, and taking photos whenever we felt like it. Langforth’s Seoah made even a quiet roadside corner feel fun, Swift’s Ye-on made every simple shot look pretty, and Courthlace’s Juhoon made even the calmest moments feel memorable.

it wasn’t anything grand, but maybe that’s why it felt so nice. just us wandering under the night sky and making a soft little memory out of an ordinary evening. ♥️

It was supposed to be a quick stop before heading to Altefiore’s Keonho’s place, but somehow, they were already taking their time.

Courthlace’s Wonyoung stood in front of the drinks, still deciding like it mattered more than it should. Not far from her, Wilkins’s Wonyoung lingered by the snack aisle, stacking things in her hands like she was collecting more than they needed—half playful, half intentional.

Goinyouths’s Anton lingered around, looking a little lost, picking things up just to put them back again. Meanwhile, Altefiore’s Keonho moved around with that boyish energy, proudly holding onto his choice like he’d won something.