((If only you could see where the scars should be. She would be covered in them.))
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Source: itxisxaboutxpower
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
Radiant palace- reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion-
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This- all this- was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute’s well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well-befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh- but smile no more.
“It truly is. Did you do any of the architecture designing yourself, or was there an occupant before you?” He smiled in return. Charming wondered how many ‘unexpected visits’ the poor doctor had to deal with. He seemed very polite about the whole thing.
“I designed it almost entierly.” He smiled. “I am not sure if you recall, but there used to be an abandoned factory here.” The Doctor’s former home. “I like to think my manor looks a bit better here than the ruins did.” Chuckling, Doc folded his hands behind him.
“Actually I’m not from this area. I live much farther away.” He observed the walls more carefully and tried to imagine the layout of factory grounds. It made the manor seem more sinister. Just something about old factories. “You’ve done beautifully. I actually had the good luck to design my own home many years ago. Not the easiest thing in the world, but there’s nothing better than seeing your designs come to life when it’s finished. …rather large for one person though, do you live here by yourself?”
((QAQ Boyyyyyyyyys!!))
“Ah, I was intending to appear in town. I was looking for a store in particular… But I suppose it doesn’t matter right now.” He looked back to the bot. “You have a lovely home, I’m sorry for intruding without warning.”
“It’s quite alright.” He chuckled. “I believe I am getting used to the unexpected visits.” He then looked around his home himself before looking back at the anon with a proud smile. “It is a work of art isn’t it? I am very happy with it.”
“It truly is. Did you do any of the architecture designing yourself, or was there an occupant before you?” He smiled in return. Charming wondered how many ‘unexpected visits’ the poor doctor had to deal with. He seemed very polite about the whole thing.
The prince bowed in return and looked around the manor. “My name is Charming. It’s a pleasure to meet you Doctor. Would you mind telling me where I am?” He seemed to have overshot, he’d meant to appear on the sidewalk a few miles away..
“You are in my manor, about five miles out of Plifterston.” Doc folded his hands behind him. “The pleasure is all mine, Charming. May I ask where you meant to appear if this is not the place?” His head tilted to the side somewhat.
“Ah, I was intending to appear in town. I was looking for a store in particular… But I suppose it doesn’t matter right now.” He looked back to the bot. “You have a lovely home, I’m sorry for intruding without warning.”
((oAo Ferdinand bby *hugs*))
Charming would try and talk her into living on. If not for herself than for her friends and their sons. If she truly could not be convinced than he’d give up the argument, not wanting to spend their last moments together in disagreement, and promise to find her again in the next life.
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If Charming noticed him in the crowd, he’d probably be just as surprised to see him there. But seeing as Brent is the cause of Bylea’s current tension he wouldn’t exactly go out of his way to be comforting. He’d probably try and warn somebody before he was beheaded.
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Source: rpsituations
Oh, another anon? This one looked noticeably different than the other he had met. “Hello there.” Doc bowed to the greyface. “I am Doctor Wingman. Do you have a name, anon?” He looked him(?) over curiously.
The prince bowed in return and looked around the manor. “My name is Charming. It’s a pleasure to meet you Doctor. Would you mind telling me where I am?” He seemed to have overshot, he’d meant to appear on the sidewalk a few miles away..
