

The PhiltreI do not know the conditions surrounding our meeting, nor do I remember having been in that empty house last February, January, December or on any of the months of the year. Suddenly, I was going there, everyday, bringing little trinkets, so that she would smile at me, haunting my memory with those lips – so perfect, and yet so…strange.The Philtre
All day long, she stares out of the same window, looking at nowhere. For what purpose this ascertains, I could not know, nor perhaps remember. I only dismally recall a few words of Mrs. Beadle, the old woman who assisted the lady in the manor.
“She has gone too far inside,” she once r
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--shaira
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-tenjou tenka yuiga dokuson-
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i hate the world...
go and hate me, too...
wanna know why?
because i am the cursed one.
the anathema.
that is who i am.
Welcome to the dA!
Wish you many great deviations and nice guests.
Cheers!
Nathalie
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No need to argue
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