Tarantula||Jaynβ§Beautiful Mask||Misaoβ§The Little Doll's Dream||Una
The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.
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α΄‘Κα΄Κα΄: Milos, Greek Islet
α΄‘Κα΄Ι΄: August 1st, 2015
α΄‘Κα΄: Sin, Valentine
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Crinkling his brow slightly Bel wondered if the woman found him unnerving. Many people did sadly. The even more tragic event was she had politely refused his compliment. Odd. Don't women like compliments? Frowning his train of thought was interrupted by Cassandra's voice yet again.
βMonsieur Diable, I have myself the honour of being the Chariot of our little gathering. And childish or no, the artwork is archaic." Bel nodded in agreement.
βA legacy I can well imagine your name to be, but alas I have no such pedigree Iβm afraid. It is my eye for detail that outshine is my true legacy, not my family nor my name nor even my magnificent eyes. But merci beaucoup.β Her lovely accent flourishing around every sound. Her French flowing accent was beautiful. It also complimented his Italian accent quite well.
"Ah, the Chariot. Lovely. Eye for detail you say?" Bel asked resting his head on his palm, his gaze locked onto her eyes, he felt as though his unwavering gaze might frighten her, but then again he thought maybe she appreciated his interest.
She would be a good ally to have in his deck. A good ally indeed.
"So, an artist are you dear?" Bel said slowly taking a sip from his drink and observing the woman's body language. He thought about attempting another contact, however he could tell the last one wasn't received well.