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MDNI | RDROC Entrou em Eylül 2021
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// going to archive this account!! will make a new account for modern / cod!klara shortly
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𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 retweetou
wrapped up in layers of shawls.
even for the lack of snow she hates how cold saint denis gets.
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𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 retweetou
" he was the only one who saw you ? ", calling out to the upstairs, rummaging something within another room in the downstairs.
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before washing the horse off any evidence. just a light wash over its fur, then making sure the horse was secure and fed over the night.
around 15 minutes the woman returned into house, locking the downstairs door.
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the hallway upstairs was decorated with few pictures framed, most of a city that looked more european than anything on this landmass.
a smaller pictures of a family - most likely hers, and few pinned to the wall drawings on paper &&
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𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 retweetou
Ladies Ice Skating in Central Park, by American painter Walter Granville-Smith (1892). In private collection.
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" get yourself cleaned upstairs - i'll take care of the luggage. " , giving him an assuring smile - to trust her. before taking care of the unwanted baggage on his horse.
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" any luggage or did you lose it ? " it being a dead body, or more. if he had lost it she'd need a place, to pick ( *it ) up.
though question quickly answered it self, seeing the slumped body over the back of the close horse.
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hearing his words she stepped aside, letting him in. the door led directly into a hall way - refunctioned as a waiting room. the candle placed to the side, as her head poked out to check if he was followed .
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giving him a good look over - noticing the light blood staining clothing.
" what can i do for you ? ", either wanting to hear - if he was hurt, or needed ' a place to stay '.
it being code for her non - doctorly services.
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it wasn't all that unusual for her nights rest to be bothered. wandering down her stairs, holding a lit candle - expensive night robe wrapped around her.
key turning in her lock - looking at the man in front her.
blue eyes &&
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" i can complain about my neighbours too - though it is not similar to any camp i'd assume.. "
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" i would've worn pants - if i expected to hear a guitar being played from the woods.. ", she mused softly, moving closer, hitching her horse to get a free hand to just tuck her skirt enough to walk over the overgrown floor. &&
𓆙*♯ ️️ 𝓢𝑬 𝕭𝑼𝑺𝑪𝑨 🝊 .@ADOGSLOYALTY
⠀ “ Ahh . . I was just - playing by myself . Usually I’m in camp . Ehhh . . but it’s been a bit rough recently . ” A chuckle . “ That’s why you wear pants . ” ⠀
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