Remind me to update my interests.
"There is a beauty in broken things: nothing can fly that is not also falling. A shattered glass reminds us that time is fleeting, and that in passing from us, a thing becomes exquisite."
(Alt of Kita-Ysabell)
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From Faerie to Fairy. (or however you spell yours.)
You must come from somewhere very strange indeed to live in only a small community of faeries.
I'm now a harem girl, but once I save up for the lamp, I'm going to be a smexy smokin genie.
The people all over my profile are the other Lords of the Royal Court. The one at the top is of course, my Queen Ella. The one with the black hair next to me is my lover Drayd. The one on my right is my crossdressing lesbian-trapped-in-a-man's-body brother. The one with the blonde hair is Ingram. And the girl screaming profanities is Lord Nysa the only (anatomically) female Lord. (The Queen just keeps her around for when she's in those fetishy moods.)
(Wow, I'm bored. O.O)
But--- I shall being getting myself a haircut soon anyway . . . SO close!
Perhaps after I get it, I shall trade your frined Ysabell for a few tickets.
What do you think of the wig?