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of course not, dear! and thank you very much! i look forward to writing with you~<3

The rouge of the skyline began to deplete, a starburst of oranges and sherbet yielding to the darkness of vivid nebulas and crystalline constellations.  Soon, the wiles of the marine empress would sedate, her irked swells quieted under the assuaging blanket of nocturn, whose influence could tame even the mightiest of menfolk: her waves lost to ambiguity, where he could no longer admire her magnanimous splendor.  He could still seek her touch, however; although brusque with the drudge of season, he was not discouraged – he’d bed more venomous women than she.  He turned from the precipice, a final upsurge spewing from frothy jowls to spray his heels in a volatile farewell as he began to descend the monolithic peak, eyes casually trained upon the distance – ah, but who was this?  This chromatic dove tiptoeing into view, her wraith-like bodice pulled to the fickle rhythms of the wind as she danced light-footedly across a dancefloor of dormant verdure and frail saplings leeched of exuberance.  She was approaching, though by her tentative ambulation, readied to avoid him.  A smirk is swallowed beneath a stoic, stoned jaw, his stride unaffected as he continued to descend the steepness of the peak.  Soon, the airs of their presences crossed, and she shifted, his peripheral noting her gaze and expression of curiosity which seemed to bore into his ruggedly torn visage.  His mercurial visions snapped up to meet her, the stifled grin now wiring across his maw – “Come to enjoy the view, love?”  It is a question harboring two answers – a pointed, egotistical query, matched only in predatory timbre by the silvery glow of his half-lidded lenses.  He was by no means shy.  She was beautiful, he was a man of many deplorable values – what else could be said?