Dorian Northbow
East Court
Philosophy Instructor
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Fae
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Post by Dorian Northbow on Jun 23, 2024 1:38:41 GMT
[attr="class","box1a"]Dorian was pacing. This was not entirely unusual; in fact, it could be considered as predictable as the daily journey of the sun or the parade of the seasons. Normally, he would have been having a lovely time pondering some bit of mortal history, turning it over and over to make some sense of its brutality and yet its terrible depth of care. Most of the time he could not. However, his current concern was rather unusually immediate for the absentminded instructor; namely, that he had gotten slightly too lost in Analise's eyes the day before and was not entirely sure that they had gone unseen during his generally-vacant tutoring period. It was nothing terribly unchaste, certainly not for the fae, but rumors were rumors... [newclass=.box1a]margin:0px auto; width:300px; height:425px; background: transparent; overflow:auto; padding:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1a::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.box1a::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #BBB9c3;[/newclass] |
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credit to Laura of Adox + SeaJem
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