[ When Angela visits the fountain, there is a long, slender box with her name on it. She picks it up, wondering what it could be. Inside, of course, is the flute which Sera had given her. She holds it close to her heart, and closes her eyes. She will not be brought to tears, but every reminder of the distance between herself and her love just stabs her in the heart.
She will hardly be separated from the flute for the rest of the festival. Though she does not know how to play it, she will refuse to put it down. ]
vi. friendr
Friendr
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» Age: millenia » Seeking: friendship » Preferences: women » Interests: combat, equality, stories » Bio: I do not know what to put here. I am from Heven, but I am no Angel. I am Asgardian, but I am exiled from Asgard. I am separated from my beloved during my time in quarantine. I suppose I am in need of friends.
If you can teach me to play the flute, I have need of you.
[ On floor twelve of the communal housing, Angela stores her new flute carefully away with the rest of her meager belongings, keeping it safe in the gift box it came in. Once that's seen to, she will sit on bed seven and sharpen her sword for the remainder of the evening. ]
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Angela | Marvel 616 | ota
[ When Angela visits the fountain, there is a long, slender box with her name on it. She picks it up, wondering what it could be. Inside, of course, is the flute which Sera had given her. She holds it close to her heart, and closes her eyes. She will not be brought to tears, but every reminder of the distance between herself and her love just stabs her in the heart.
She will hardly be separated from the flute for the rest of the festival. Though she does not know how to play it, she will refuse to put it down. ]
vi. friendr
» Seeking: friendship
» Preferences: women
» Interests: combat, equality, stories
» Bio: I do not know what to put here. I am from Heven, but I am no Angel. I am Asgardian, but I am exiled from Asgard. I am separated from my beloved during my time in quarantine. I suppose I am in need of friends.
If you can teach me to play the flute, I have need of you.
v. wildcard
[ On floor twelve of the communal housing, Angela stores her new flute carefully away with the rest of her meager belongings, keeping it safe in the gift box it came in. Once that's seen to, she will sit on bed seven and sharpen her sword for the remainder of the evening. ]
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