(READ PINNED) The Lorwaine House: Entitled Heirs of the Ancient Keys
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The hidden recesses Of their Heritage,
a clandestine chamber Of soft-lit omens,
keep the vow folded. ✢ @Lorwaine, the
revered Golden Key rests as both banner
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Weekend well spent… just us doing a little girls’ time πŸ‘―β€β™€οΈβ™₯️ Lorwaine's Ian and Lorwaine's Stella went out to check a few spots that have been quietly trending lately, calling it a soft self–reward after getting through everything these past days. =D

Since it was our little self–reward, we did a bit of shopping too. stopping by a beauty store and a few cute clothing and accessory shops, Then we picked up some delicious snacks and drinks! And… a tiny secret... we sneaked in some ice cream, even though we’re not really allowed to. πŸ˜™ Just a tiny little treat we couldn’t say no to. Also, for once, we actually got along the whole day. no playful arguments like we usually have at home.. πŸ₯²

Nothing big, just light moments,
soft laughter, and time that felt a
little more special than usual <3
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The stage lights shimmered like a painted dusk, the music wrapping the air in something warm and alive. Lorwaine’s Sungchan and Ostendl’s Anton stood closeβ€”closer than usualβ€”like the crowd had quietly faded just for them.

Between songs, their laughter softened into something gentler, their glances lingering a second longer than needed.

When the night eased, Lorwaine’s Sungchan leaned slightly closer, voice low, β€œDid you notice… I kept looking for you in the crowd?” Then, Ostendl’s Anton smiled, a little shy, β€œI was right next to you the whole time.”
β€œYeah,” he murmured, β€œStill didn’t feel close enough.” His fingers brushed his sleeve, light but certain. β€œYou’re close now.”

Dinner followed with quiet smiles and unspoken words, and later, with ice cream melting under dim streetlights, they stayedβ€”longer than they had to. Like the night was something neither of them wanted to let go of. And neither of them was in a hurry to say goodnight.
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