Misty lune
— 205 — viaduct— speech/thought —
“ 7:03 PM, October.5 2026 “
“ 7:03 PM, October.5 2026 “
It'd be very inerrant to say Angel Dayes has not made a canvas for a long period of time because it had been. She yearned to have the limitless time she used to gain with no effort to apply yet she was corrected to know the last time she has made a piece was eons ago, dramatic as it is, it was understated. Viaduct was — er not a ideal place to even do errands or anything of the like but regardless it did make her feel out of sorts in a puzzling way. Alas there was nothing in her vocabulary that could give a logical reason as to why she made her voyage here without fallacies, though that was more so histrionic than what seemed to take place in the current present.
Placed her own being alarmingly near the edge it held a much clearer view as to what her muse will be, the clouds and the skies. The maiden would have her wits attached with her even so. Right on with the objective, to get rid of art block. That was how the muggles would say it as it was the common saying, in the wizarding world, she'd overhear that the saying translate to "No talent temporarily" now that was for certain a bit blunt, but it would do for now, she never felt the need to ridicule others because it was distasteful. She preferred constructive criticism.
In mourning of her sedate process the mourning doves made an entrance and sang a wistful tune.
Placed her own being alarmingly near the edge it held a much clearer view as to what her muse will be, the clouds and the skies. The maiden would have her wits attached with her even so. Right on with the objective, to get rid of art block. That was how the muggles would say it as it was the common saying, in the wizarding world, she'd overhear that the saying translate to "No talent temporarily" now that was for certain a bit blunt, but it would do for now, she never felt the need to ridicule others because it was distasteful. She preferred constructive criticism.
In mourning of her sedate process the mourning doves made an entrance and sang a wistful tune.
@Marcella Di Angelo
INPC: Chelsea Mitzchel
"That cloud, what's it called again?"
"That cloud, what's it called again?"