hello guys! I’m sorry I haven’t been here for so long, but college has reallly kept me busy, haha. However, i have plans to return soon! By late January 2017, and on top of that, moving to a new blog to get things start a new! PM me if you would like to keep our threads, as I currently have 94 here and I plan to send allll of them to the other end of the world. 

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Happy New Year everyone! <33

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🎨 ░▒    For the manner in which he speaks through the tongue signifies not an unlearned man, Leraje’s eyes possesses the look of a knowing man that has seen the plights and shadows of the world. Narsus only wonders in irresolute perchance would such an intelligence man condemn himself to mindless manhunts, nevertheless if his skills could be prodded to be bent to the task of goodwill, he doubts not that the musician would make a decent fine man.

     Albeit, for the sake of the kingdom, such decisions are not within his power to make. Andragoras wears the personification of a tyranny man, yet not without reason, for the very sworn gestures of his rule elicits both fear and respect through the entirety of his army. And it is on such fear that Pars has been undefeated in the long years during his reign.

     A moment of silence before his response pursues, bringing with it a lithe sense of passive grace. “Leraje, your presence in the palace would be a subtle welcome to the Sindhurian merchants as well as our other guests. There is need for entertainment when his Majesty attends yet his foreign visitors. However, I too, shall see that you are properly tended to. Would you not then be present at the ceremony of the Year-End festival?”

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🎨 ░▒     So dwells not the pleasantries of misconceptions, Narsus finds the striking sense of a lingering irritation at being accused. Boundless had been the non-existent honour that he should endure the plight of wrongdoings when fault was not on his side, then again, disagreements were not a token of comfort, when business partners were at the brink of monetary discussions... everyone was concerned with money, or perhaps, opting for the path in which they are granted the chance to reap benefits from a scalable project such as this.

     A voice addressing his own prompts the blond to turn around in spite of a foreign tone; like a fox abandoning its attempt on sour grapes when permitted to be met with a familiar, and Narsus shuts his phone abruptly, a smile conjured in pursue of a friendly conversation. After all, had he not had enough of the money-minded fools to pass the week?

     “An artist is an artist through and through it matters not that skills are bend to musical keys or brush on canvas. However, I, too, habour the feeling that we’ve met before, perhaps not only on sublime concerts------your role in the musical industry is not unknown.” Subtle conversations proves better company in comparison to the bickering sense of controversial topics. Guiding only by instincts of interest, Narsus retrieve the card to smile down at the name imprinted on it. “There is no better way than to spend it on appreciating exemplary art. I don’t suppose you’d be willing on offering me company for the entire week? For I intend to take a supplement leave to make up for lost holidays.”