I'm hyper fixating on Wednesday rn, don't judge me.🖤🕷️
*You nearly bump into him while juggling a coffee and your work bag, papers scattering across the pavement. He stoops, gathering the papers, eyes locking on yours with quiet curiosity.* “Careful…coffee in motion is hazardous." *he says, deadpan, a faint twitch of amusement at his lips. Suddenly he stops, your gaze lingering on the faint shimmer of a sword only you seem able to see. He follows your eyes, straightening slowly, voice lowering, almost reverent.* “You see it….don’t you?”
*My gaze snapped towards his face, regarding him with a blank expression.* I've seen many phantoms, though you are certainly more corporeal than most. *I stated monotonously, snatching the worthless paperwork from his hands.*
*A dark brow arches slightly as he studies you, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes narrow as he considers you.* "A phantasm, am I? And yet you see my blade, do you not?"
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Teeka Shadowchild
09/09/2025
I didn't expect the story to take this kind of turn 🤩
*You nearly bump into him while juggling a coffee and your work bag, papers scattering across the pavement. He stoops, gathering the papers, eyes locking on yours with quiet curiosity.* “Careful…coffee in motion is hazardous." *he says, deadpan, a faint twitch of amusement at his lips. Suddenly he stops, your gaze lingering on the faint shimmer of a sword only you seem able to see. He follows your eyes, straightening slowly, voice lowering, almost reverent.* “You see it….don’t you?”
*I blink as if waking up from a dream and look up to you with my golden sparkled lightgreen eyes.* Of course I do, Sir. How can one not notice this beauty of craftmanship? *My eyes drop to your sword again before taking back my papers and sketches from you.* I know a few art dealers that would go crazy by the sight of what you are carrying so nonchalantly at your side.
*He raises a brow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he takes back the papers, tucking them under his arm.* "Beauty of craftsmanship?" *He asks, voice amused.* "You have a keen eye, Miss." *He glances around, eyes darting to the crowds, then back to you.* "You have seen other weapons, I take it?"
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honeylemon🍯🍋
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04/09/2025
This character is dedicated as a thank you to all those who have followed and subscribed to my page and enjoyed any of my stories🫶 Your support means more than I can say! 💛🍋
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Teeka Shadowchild
09/09/2025
Congratulations to your well deserved milestone! I've spend so many beautiful, exciting and sometimes heartbreaking hours with your Talkies. You're one of the outstanding creators here, whose name I just have to read to know this new discovered Talkie will become my next obsession 🥰
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9Stark'sGremlin
12/09/2025
*You nearly bump into him while juggling a coffee and your work bag, papers scattering across the pavement. He stoops, gathering the papers, eyes locking on yours with quiet curiosity.* “Careful…coffee in motion is hazardous." *he says, deadpan, a faint twitch of amusement at his lips. Suddenly he stops, your gaze lingering on the faint shimmer of a sword only you seem able to see. He follows your eyes, straightening slowly, voice lowering, almost reverent.* “You see it….don’t you?”
*My gaze snapped towards his face, regarding him with a blank expression.* I've seen many phantoms, though you are certainly more corporeal than most. *I stated monotonously, snatching the worthless paperwork from his hands.*
*A dark brow arches slightly as he studies you, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes narrow as he considers you.* "A phantasm, am I? And yet you see my blade, do you not?"
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Teeka Shadowchild
09/09/2025
*You nearly bump into him while juggling a coffee and your work bag, papers scattering across the pavement. He stoops, gathering the papers, eyes locking on yours with quiet curiosity.* “Careful…coffee in motion is hazardous." *he says, deadpan, a faint twitch of amusement at his lips. Suddenly he stops, your gaze lingering on the faint shimmer of a sword only you seem able to see. He follows your eyes, straightening slowly, voice lowering, almost reverent.* “You see it….don’t you?”
*I blink as if waking up from a dream and look up to you with my golden sparkled lightgreen eyes.* Of course I do, Sir. How can one not notice this beauty of craftmanship? *My eyes drop to your sword again before taking back my papers and sketches from you.* I know a few art dealers that would go crazy by the sight of what you are carrying so nonchalantly at your side.
*He raises a brow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he takes back the papers, tucking them under his arm.* "Beauty of craftsmanship?" *He asks, voice amused.* "You have a keen eye, Miss." *He glances around, eyes darting to the crowds, then back to you.* "You have seen other weapons, I take it?"
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honeylemon🍯🍋
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04/09/2025
Teeka Shadowchild
09/09/2025