11-05-2020, 03:51 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]This was all so new to him. New and vaguely concerning. Not that this life in the Cult of Dionysus was anything but welcoming and free, but it quite simply felt to him like home. Angel wanted to grimace at that thought. This wasn’t home, and he’d refuse to allow himself to be dragged into this life of liberation and partying when home waited for him on the other side of the world. Arms hugging his torso, he joined the meeting quietly, eyes shifting over to look towards their bright leader. The corners of his lips twitched ever-so-slightly as he lowered himself onto a seat towards the front, then lowering his gaze to look away from Amadeus as he waited for the meeting to begin.
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I'M BURNING BRIDGES, I DESTROY THE MIRAGE
[div style="width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 5pt; line-height: 1; letter-spacing: 2.6px; word-spacing: 1.9px; margin-bottom: 5px;"]ALL VISIONS OF COLLISIONS, FUCKING BON VOYAGE — truce.#1303
《 WRITING &. PINTEREST &. SPOTIFY 》
[div style="width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 5pt; line-height: 1; letter-spacing: 2.6px; word-spacing: 1.9px; margin-bottom: 5px;"]ALL VISIONS OF COLLISIONS, FUCKING BON VOYAGE — truce.#1303
《 WRITING &. PINTEREST &. SPOTIFY 》