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playing too much ib = new muse.Category: (general)
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
04:39:27 PM (GMT)
You wandered around the art gallery, bored out of your mind as nothing seemed to
catch your interest. It was quiet, typical for an environment like this, while people
pass by you to look at more exhibits. Most of the exhibits contained abstract symbols
or objects whose purpose you can’t seem to find on the canvases.

One suddenly catches your eye, a painting of a man.

His eyes are closed though you can notice the purple trails of tears traveling down
his cheeks… at least you thought they were tears. ‘The Wilting Rose (1962)’,
the art was titled. And as the title stated, a purple rose was dying in his hands, a
petal falling in mid-air. 

He looked unbelievably handsome, you couldn’t help but admit. Was the painting
based an actual person? One of the staff watching over all the guests smiled at you
and tapped your shoulder. 

“That’s a fine piece of art right there. All works created by that artist were
never to resemble an actual person. Beautiful, isn’t he?” she explained with a
smile, only to walk away without another word.

Already you’re turning to step out of the building, still asking yourself what
brought you to such a place. 

But you run into a man’s back, almost falling onto the ground. He turned around and
noticed you immediately, giving you an blank look. He didn’t look apologetic, nor
did he feel any guilt. He only gave a bow.

“I am sorry,” he said in such a monotone voice, you couldn’t believe him. A
flash of purple could be spotted underneath his jacket, but you could swear you’ve
seen that jacket before. But before you could say anything, he vanished as if out of
thin air.

How strange.

But as you turned around again, you gasped in horror and stumbled back a little at
the sight not too far from you. 

The staff woman was in the painting rather than that handsome man, her mouth open
agape and her eyes bulged out in pure shock.


welp prob gonna claim him eventually in the rp i'm in if my necromancer or incubus
muse dies on me :U

ohey guiz haven't been on for an eternity.

i'll single now too welp.

‹Green Spring Grass› says:   17 August 2012   257451  
I FUCKING LOVE IB! Van, omfg. Fanfics based off Ib. I love you even
‹VanChan› says :   17 August 2012   766663  
want eet c: i love you toooooo o/ 


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