Desdemona Frida De Braose, Marchioness of Hortushe
@TimidBegonia
Finding beauty in everything, one blink at a time. (Art by P)
"𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴" - Leigh Bardugo
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Forgive my absences as of late. I am a bit occupied with renovations.
I hope you have a pleasant morning!
Her eyes light up when she finally gets an answer out of him. "Ah, yes, thank you very much!" She curtsies and goes on her way.
He remained silent for a little longer than was perhaps comfortable to the lady, but he does eventually speak. " Y̷o̷u̷'̷r̷e̷ ̷i̷n̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷7̷t̷h̷.̷ ̷ G̷o̷ ̷W̷e̷s̷t̷.̷ ̷" He directed.
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She'd love to get to know them more.
Well, they’ve always had a tail but when it appears is not always predictable.
She's curious as to how long they've had the tail for.
They’re thankful they like it ✨
Fascinating.
7’ft dragon tail swishes behind them while they walk—
Her eyes sparkled when he conjured up magic again. She quickly took to using the pen and paper and handed him the address. With that, she stood from her chair, curtsied in her long dress, and was off to prepare the arrangements.
“Two oclock’s perfect!” He conjured a pen and paper and handed it to her.
"Very well then! How does two o'clock sound? And oh, um...do you have a pen and paper so that I may write down my address? We will be having tea in the courtyard gazebo."
“That would be lovely!” He said.
She giggles at the introduction. "No, no, the pleasure is all mine. Perhaps I could return the favor by inviting you over for afternoon tea?"
“Johan Foust!” He introduced himself, shaking her hand. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!”
She gasps and goes right back to eating. Typically, she eats like a bird. But with food this scrumptious, her appetite tends to make an exception. She's scarfing it down for some time, but then looks up at him. "Will you be having any?" She asks after swallowing another bite.
“You should eat before your food gets cold!” He gestured to the stew and bread.
She didn't think it possible for her opal eyes to widen further, but they did. She never thought it possible that people in this world could even live for that long. She found herself gawking, unaware her food was getting cold.
“Centuries, my dear!” His answer was simple. He said no more.
Des had heard plenty of rumors about the wonders and benefits of magic and sorcery, and this fellow with the flashy attire and enticing grin most certainly left her curious. "How long have you been practicing magic?"
“Indeed!” He flashed a cheshire cat grin.
"Th-that was amazing! You managed to prepare it out of thin air!"
“As you wish!” The desired meal appeared with a snap of his fingers.
I would not be opposed to simply some bread and stew.
Feeling generous, he’ll conjure the reader’s favorite breakfast. They need only name it.