Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
[attr="class","diamond-text"] Halloween loomed, hanging similar to an ominous overcast stalking everyone’s move, shifting their moods. The same questions streaming in an out of peoples brain; what am I going to be this year? Where do I party? As a certified stalker sticking his nose into business that never belongs to him, Enzo Patel carried the answer to the second question on his sleeve. Releasing the information for anyone who had ears for listening and if you can’t hear, he’d produce a flyer. [break] [break] Now for the costume part, no solid answer crystalized. A reason why he proceeded with plans earlier than expected. [break] [break] Sighing, shoulder flexed and rolled while standing outside a certain boutique that was gaining popularity for different reasons. Peeking through the door, eyes searched for a certain person that should be inside. According to their job schedule, today was her day to work. If said person lied about this, he’ll find them an extract al the cash coughed up. Stalking was a rich business, when on the right side of the fence. [break] [break] Grabbing the handle, cool air condition welcomed him at the door upon stepping across the threshold. ”Well…this will not help me at all…” Looking around, a costume section hid from view or rather, he didn’t focus on one. Attention traveled the store searching for the employee with brown hair. Feet carried him to the front, twisting between shelves and racks of charming clothes. ”Definitely nothing I want, would be nice to see someone in it though.” Flicking a plaid skirt with a finger, he continued on to the register. [break] [break] The figure behind the counter had her back turned for the moment, and he casually leaned on the countertop, trusty camera dangling, eyes soaking in the view. Fingers drummed rhythmically, before parting his lips. ”Excuse me.” baritone full of manners fled from his mouth. “I was wondering if this place—specifically you—could help me design a Halloween costume.” He grinned, closely observing her reaction, wondering exactly what she’d say. [break] [break] Victim seemed like a harsh word to toss out, but some people labeled people he took pictures of as so. He definitely didn’t enjoy the ugly word. A new friend was how he described it, and he just wanted to greet her, befriend, just in case things out of hand. [break] [break] ”My bad, I should have at least said hello first. Wassup.” he inclined his head towards her, lips twisted in a grin. [break] [break] [break]
My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","stylishtext"] Juggling was a skill that certain people possessed from birth. Clowns, for example. They were skilled in the art of keeping various items tossed and caught in a rotation. The same could be said for the art of having pristine balance. Clowns, again, were supposedly born with the skill of keeping the brunt of their weight perpendicular to a smaller or thinner surface. The fact of the matter here was that balancing and juggling were feats that only a select few could do with excellence. And, while she was no clown, Yvette had slowly begun the art of mastering both talents in her day-to-day life. At first, it was the act of juggling school and work. Easy enough. Keeping two items in the constant rotation of catch and toss. Then, there came Roselia. Another item is thrown into the circulation. To with which, the girl accepted the challenge with grin and gusto. Now, with three multicolored balls being toss and caught, she thought the hard part was over. Silly her. Now, there came the soul that lived inside her. The beam underneath her feet she was forced to balance on. While, all the while, juggling the three balls. It was certainly a task. [break][break] But failure just wasn't an option. Even on days like these when Chateaux—the boutique she became assistant manager of—was filled to the brim with customers looking for Halloween wear, Yvette had to meet them all with a smile and will to help. It wasn't too much of a challenge. She had gotten used to it. Having started on the lowest notch of the retail totem pole and working her way upward. She had seen much bleaker days. Dealt with far worse attitudes. Thankfully, all of the grinning and bearing paid off. Now, she could move about the interior of the clothing store and put her foot down without fear of heavy backlash. And of course, there were other perks that sweetened the deal. "Hmm, Sierra may like this..." she could take pieces and present them to her bandmates. For performances or just gifts in general. And then, there was the even greater perk of getting to make actual pieces and have them sold. Making flyers may not have been the girl's calling. But piecing together an ensemble? She was second to none. It tied in with what she went to school for and all. [break][break] Speaking of, "oh right." The blocky heels of black thigh high boots clicked against the floor of Chateaux as Yvette moved towards a rack of clothing. Her personal pieces. It was time to do mid-day inventory. Plucking the black pen that sat docked in waiting against the collar of her red sweater, index finger clicked against it and ink began to make its way against the clipboard she held in hand. Head bobbing about as she moved around the racks and displays. Noting down what had been bought, and doing quick equations to jot down the remainder. The only employee on duty today, she would do everyone's job. Which again, she didn't mind. Chateaux had been so kind to her. And the checks were nothing to scoff at. Studio time for Roselia wasn't cheap nor was it free. And her independent nature caused her to refute the idea of asking for aid. Even from the other girls in the band. [break][break] Moving strands of black over her shoulder, she paused against the window. Watching as children darted down the street towards the early Halloween festivities. It evoked a sweet grin against her features. That is before she noticed one of her hair ribbons were out of place. Rolling her turquoise hues, she sat the clipboard down and began toying with the satin red ribbon until it was back to its pristine form. With a nod, the clipboard would be picked up once more, and she would return to counting inventory. Humming a tune as she moved about the boutique. Check marks filling empty boxes, little notes jotted down underneath on occasion. Everything seemed to be going off without a hitch. Which was wonderful. Clock out time was right around the corner. Though, Yvette hadn't a single plan for the rest of her day. And, that worried her just a smidge. [break][break] "Huh," she made her way back around the counter and registers. Grabbing hold of a few returns. "I suppose I could go check out the Halloween events?" A pair of jeans grabbed, fingers pinched at each end of the waist before folding. "Mm, it's probably filled with children though." Folded, tucked, and placed aside. "I think there's a cafe around there, though." Another pair of jeans taken into her possession. "Maybe I'll just grab a dessert and go home." She sighed. That sounded boring. Maybe there would be a movie on she could watch or something? Shoulders shrugged, as the next pair of jeans were folded, and set aside. Surely, there had to be somethi—"what?" Blindly reaching outward, she grabbed hold of a dress that had been left for return. But not just any dress, this was one of their best sellers. She had tried to get a hold of one herself. But her size had flown off the racks. "Let's see..." [break][break] The tag was soon pinched and the size was made known. Just her luck! It was her size! "Fufu~" of course she would be taking this home with her. There was no way she was just going to leave it here. Placing it in the back of the store for another employee to snatch and scamper away with? No way. All she had to do was bide time. Head craned upward towards the clock to get a quick check, before lowering back down and returning to the folding of other returned clothes. Humming again, she had tuned out the sound of the door chime. Signaling a customer's entrance. It was only until the baritone swam through the air and caressed her ear, that she turned to face the male. [break][break] "Design a costume?" Clothes were left alone and her body turned as to face the blue-haired man fully. "You've come to the right place," Yvette shot him a grin, "and the right girl." He came here to specifically contract her for the task? Word of her designs must have been getting around. Marvelous~"Welcome to Chateaux, I'm Yvette." Palms fell to the counter, manicured nails subtly tapping against the wooden finish. "How can I help you, Monsieur?" Head tilted slightly. "Looking for a vampiric look? Or maybe something more primal, say... a werewolf?"
[attr="class","diamond-text"] Veering away from scouring across the delicacies of her dainty hourglass figure, vision ascended portraying innocence. Blood dripped in turquoise, eyes mingling for the first time. Usually, photos tethered their fates, today obviously painted a brand new scenario. No more watching from a distance or hearing the woman who tarnished his name babble on about the chocolate brown haired lady. Instead, he hopped over the invisible blockade impeding his encroach. He got to wave in her face, shake hands and say hello. [break] [break] “Yvette,” smile parting for the baritone to repeat in an almost dreamy tone as if he didn’t know it. ”Nice name. Thanks for helping me last minute.” he added nodding his head, fraudulent halo wobbling on devil horns. Straightening his stance, a hand swiped blue backward along his head. Miles apart from a saint, but he surely could act the part for a little. [break] [break] First contact aside, he really needed a costume. Lemont went on for weeks about the biggest Halloween Bash Paris ever seen. Quite the exaggeration, yet Enzo would be labeled an idiot if he passed it up. And if the bash honored that promise, then he wouldn’t be caught dead as generic whore one and two. [break] [break] ”I’m Enzo by the way. And do I look the type to piss on people to mark territory.” Honestly, after a line of shots, god knows what deplorable actions he’d commit. ”Or stalk boring girls all day. Not a total lie, none of the girls were boring, they were celebrities or soon to be. They also acquired a mysterious semblance attracting him like an Edward to a Bella. Yvette carried the same aura; he felt across the way. Hopefully, she help figure out what it is unlike the others. ”Lets not even get into the blood thing in special places.” he ended with a frown and headshake, hand circling around lower regions. [break] [break] Maybe she’d understand. [break] [break] Flexing shoulders, knuckles knocked on the counter in slight irritation. ”Nah. I’m looking for something…unique?” lips wet with a flick of his tongue, single digit tapped his chin in thought. ”I honestly don’t know what that uniqueness is though. I mean…I may have an idea but…I want to hear someones else suggestion.” In other words, an excuse to bother, to be in her face as long as possible [break] [break] Eyes flickered from her to the clothes behind her, then back to her. ”Especially from someone who steals from where they work – ahahaha.” he chuckled and pointed at his head. ”You got to be thinking out of the box if you’re doing that. …So please,” He leaned over the wooden finish; hands open as if begging for another bowl of oatmeal. ”Don’t allow me to look like generic bitch off the streets.” [break] [break] Enzo was a special boy, he only desired the very best or things sweating potential. The girl he reached for possessed all of that and more, although, he couldn’t think of how to admit being a fan of hers. Go for the old school your face is very familiar or compliment her voice and run from there. ”We can make a deal if that entices anything.” For some reason, his heart was thumping, knocking on its cage. [break] [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"] a lil small thing and kinda iffy and weird. lesgo
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","stylishtext"]"Haha, thank you. You can thank my parents," she quipped with a chuckle, shaking her head slightly. "It's no problem. It's what I get paid to do." A hand gestured to the mass of fabrics and designs that decorated the boutique. "And honestly, I wouldn't just buy anything off the rack for costume purposes. Getting a piece costume made is much more... fulfilling." It eradicated the hypothetical scenario of walking into a function and seeing your same costume on a mass of others. Even if you were best suited for it, that didn't stop the unfortunate for ruining it. Yvette had seen the incident happen one too many times. One of the reasons why she tried to make her own costumes. However, on short notice, she would just scour the internet for a piece and pay the express fees. Similar to this Halloween. For weeks prior, she couldn't decide on what to make. And after a certain message alerted her to a Halloween bash on the horizon, she had to suck it up and dish out the euros for a costume sent to her door. Though... it did come with a nice pair of stilettos she planned to make use of year round. So, not a total loss. [break][break] Hues of a turquoise color examined the blue haired male once over. Enzo. His name certainly fit his appearance. "Pleasure to meet you, Enzo." Brows cocked upward and a visible grin painted against her visage as he continued onward. Her amusement vocalized as a giggle before she turned away to take hold of another pair of jeans. "I don't put anything past anyone." Yvette began, pinching at the edges of the elastic waist and folding the fabric together. "It would be easy for you. Yanno, just cock your leg up and mark here, mark there." She stared at the male from lowered peripherals. Letting a cheeky grin coat glossed lips. "You'd just be the first to do it without the use of a basement and camera, I guess." A flip of her hair ensued with a chuckle, moving the folded jeans to the side before retrieving another pair. "Stalking... mm, maybe not a boring girl. Psycho exes come in all shades, though." Eyes flickered back to the blue-haired male, "Psychos in general." She mused with a tease, setting the next pair of jeans aside. [break][break] Eyes darted towards the hand gesture nearest lower regions of the body, and Yves let loose a snicker. "Heathens, too." Though, she caught the reference. "Not one of my favorite books, but it was an okay read for a preteen girl." So, he wasn't a fan of the age-long debate of werewolf versus vampire? "I suppose." She was one of the suckers that fell for the hype. But, if present-day Yvette could visit her past self? Slapping that book out of her hands and tossing it into the fireplace for kindling would certainly be a thing. "But I get it, you're a healthy gentleman... all around." Head shook once again in amusement, a smirk curling at the corner of her lips. A hand gesture referring to his body in total. "Duly noted~" [break][break] Something unique? Huh, color her intrigued. Palms laid flat against the counter as the brunt of her attention refocused against the eyes of Enzo while he spoke. Seemingly having a bit of a struggle in vocalizing the costume he envisioned in his mind's eye. "I see," Yves nodded, "you want to stand out. Totally understand." That quest, in itself, was enough to stump even the greatest thinkers and designers. It was certainly a challenge. To bring to life an idea exactly as it is envisioned. But, that was the fun. Yvette loved the challenge. And she had already begun imagining various styles of costumes against the man's physique. Contemplating various fabrics that would flatter his form and such. "I think we can ma—" what? Stealing? Her head quickly snapped back towards the dress she had in her possession previously. Eyes widening before turning back to the male in front of her. [break][break] "I-I wasn't stealing anything! I was checking the tag to see if it was my size!" That's how rumors formed! "I was obviously going to pay for it. That dress has been out of stock since it arr—..." why was she explaining herself? There was no need to defend a crime she hadn't or wasn't even planning on committing. Eyes lowered to a mild glare before rising at the shift in the male's posture. Hands out, cupped into a bowl form. Pleading for her assistance. Was it really such a big deal that he had a unique costume? She had met various people who were possessed by the spirit of Halloween. But this guy... the dark lord had his psyche in a vicious chokehold it seemed. Name inscribed in the book of the beast and all. "Fufu, you're silly." It was amusing, no denying that. "No need to beg, I'll hel—" oh? A deal? "Hm?" [break][break] Yvette's head tilted like that of a curious puppy. Intrigued, she was. [break][break] "What kind of deal?" Surely, he wasn't looking for some kind of discount? On an original piece? It just simply was not done. However, she wouldn't count him out just yet. Maybe he had something of worth to offer up? Hands moved to her hips, head straightening. Then, cocking the other direction, threads pulling a smirk at her lips. "I'm listening..."
[attr="class","diamond-text"] Chipper expression twitched lightly, possibly going unnoticed by saleswoman and lips peeled apart. ”Not a psycho.” tone attempting to remain relaxed, strained just a bit/ [break] [break] Psycho reverberated along cerebral hallways. Remembering well, during the ugly battle between misunderstanding of his work and the C list celebrity, the word flung about trying to stick to anything Enzo. Conclusion bordered close to distinguishing the male as simply a creep, stalker, and many things adding up to psyche status. Although his truth was quite different, he efficiently did his job and that was it. [break] [break] Enzo Patel was neither a psycho nor a stalker. Those accusations stained his appealing profession. He moved on. Had to move forward again before getting stuck, teeth set on edge. move forward. [break] [break] Shaking away the awful stench discharged from the grotesque word, attention sunk into the matter at hand. Manipulating, a trait that helped him through life, and he’d try to utilize it here. ”Kehehe. No reason to explain anything to me. I’m just a simple customer.” they were always right though. ”If you stealing your stealing. I’m here to steal attention an advice anyway.” babbling on, he straightened his back, camera around neck wobbling. [break] [break] Pocket vibration diverted attention momentarily; lifting one finger to pause the exchange, his hand retrieved the device. Reading the text on the screen compelled a light shake of the head, left to right. He smirked, tucking the phone away. Lemont was a funny guy, reminding him of the party and other things the big bash needed. Like a band to get everyone moving. Leveling sights on the heart face lady, brows rose. ”To cut to the chase: If you help me, I’ll invite you into the biggest Halloween bash in Paris.” he jumped right into it, releasing the notion of entertaining banter. ”And this could help you…if you lead Roselia out there for a performance. I’m sure it’ll make you guys a lot popular.” Cat out of the bag and kept it casually as if they were friends. [break] [break] ”It’s simple Yvette.” a smile found its way, nonchalant shrug accompanying. ”Candid.” he abruptly stated, camera poised, capturing her image in its natural state. Perfect time to frame a moment time with an perfect expression. Releasing the camera, he leaned back on the countertop, staring. ”Sorry/ I guess I should have said I was a fan from the beginning – great voice in person and in songs by the way.” [break] [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"] nothing long, small and iffy, kinda eeh and late as fuck.
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
[attr="class","stylishtext"] The biggest bash in Paris? Color the saleswoman intrigued. Her brows rose in intrigue for a plethora of reasons. One being, why hadn't she been invited prior? She may not have been some socialite extraordinaire. But, Yvette had thought herself popular enough to garner an invite to bashes that were held around the city. A bit of a blow to her ego, for sure. Secondly, when her band name had been dropped, she couldn't help but give Enzo even more of her attention. He actually knew of them? Even more so, he was a fan of them? Or well, her voice? Her vibrant hue of intrigue shifted to a new shade of pride. And, while Yves would have loved to stand and bask in the limelight of being noticed, a sudden flash brought her back to. "H-huh...?" Oh, right, he did have that camera with him when he came in, didn't he? And he even announced he was about to take a candid shot of her. Hopefully, she didn't look too dazed in the photo. She'd have to try and sneak a peek of it later. [break][break] But for now, "one, I wasn't stealing." Index finger shot up, followed by the middle, "two. We're in." Exposure was an important part of any band's budding success. She would have been a fool to turn down an offer of performing at this so-called 'biggest bash'. Even if it was nothing more than an exaggeration, Roselia could still make their name known at any venue. No matter the size and turn out. "You've got a deal, Enzo." Her arms folded across her chest. Heels of her boots clicking against the wooden flooring as she meandered her way from behind the counter. Coming closer to the blue haired male and humming in thought. Pacing about his frame and figure. "So, you want to stand out huh?" That knocked a few costumes ideas out of the park. The typical vampire, werewolf, and Frankenstein costumes. "I'm guessing you want to attract arm candy too, right?" Charming, suave, unique. [break][break] This was going to be fun for sure. Having to find the angles and points of interest this guy had to offer. From peering at him for only a short period of time. He had quite the prominent torso. His muscles gave him a nicely formed "T" shape. Not overly so, though. The man could still reach around and behind himself if need be. He was fit. But not disproportionately so. Wonderful. That meant he could be exposed to a variety of fabrics. Eyes scanned lower. Proportioned well there too. Even better. Her tailoring wouldn't fall into the realm of a special chore with this guy. He wouldn't have to pay so much of a pretty penny for a custom piece. Lucky him. "Alright." Hands came to her hips, a nod ensued shortly after. "It can be done. Lucky for you, your body type will be a breeze to work with." The easy part out of the way. "We'll... just have to figure out what exactly you want to be." [break][break] The hard part rearing it's ugly head. "Hmm..." something unique. A wrestler? No. The weather was supposed to be quite frigid Halloween night. Ah! Maybe some sort of swordsman? Mm, no... he didn't seem the chivalrous type. And then he would have to find a fitting prop to match the caliber of her costumed creation. Maybe some form of animal hybrid? Not a werewolf but... ah, never mind. That wasn't going to work either. Yvette found herself taking a seat against the counter. Legs crossing and a humming ensued. "Do you have any likes?" Her inquiry posed with the tilt of her head. "Superheros, cartoon characters... anime characters?" Anything to give her a lead. "Oh wait, you wanted advice." Alongside attention, so it would seem. "That must mean you had some ideas, right?" Hm... or what if he actually had none at all? And just wanted to chit chat? [break][break] She couldn't help but giggle. That would have been cute. [break][break] "Could always go as a rockstar~" she teased with a cheerful hum in her tone. "Don't know if leather pants are your thing or not. I'm sure you'd acquire... some attention that way." The female spoke in jest, hands moving to lay against the counter she sat atop of. "If you want, we have a few special pieces made here you can try on? The customers that commissioned them bailed after they saw the price tag. So, they're just kind of hanging around." Her shoulders shrugged. "You can take a look. If... you keep it hush-hush that I showed them to you." [break][break] Index finger hovered against her lip and soft 'shhh' followed. "They're back there," Index finger pointed towards an opened dressing room. "We're closing soon, so you won't have to worry about anyone seeing you before you can wow them at the bash." Yvette figured he'd want to be the center of attention. PArtially because she would feel the same way. To make a grand debut and have all the eyes turned to face her... him. She meant him.
[attr="class","diamond-text"] Forget about labeling her a thief, despite being exactly that. [break] [break] Lack of complaints and suspicious expressions tripped the photographer up momentarily. ”Uhhmm-haha.” words fumbled in his throat while senses waited for a leery look. Suppose she believed Rosalia garnered enough popularity to not raise red flags. Fortunately, confidence in her band instilled innocence so instead of swiping a proverbial sweaty brow, Enzo picked up the ball, and continue his sentence. [break] [break] ”Great. Love that you understand what’s up so well.” Clapping hands together, his head nodded in thanks for different reasons. Afterward, an arm extended, open palm waiting to clasp hers to seal the deal. No spit, blood, or pinky swearing required. ”Lemont—the triple six owner—will be hella excited to have you guys.” Popular band full of woman, possibly in costume to show off curves, jamming on stage and making everyone else whoop and holler. Halloween was going to be a fun night. [break] [break] A night to remember for the ages, an event you can’t forget. Though he couldn’t help and feel Halloween dragged on forever and ever. [break] [break] Tilted head, index tapping an immaculate chin in exaggerated thought, Enzo shrugged. ”Don’t really need the arm candy, unless…you wanna be the candy.” that was an idea. A chuckle escaped at the harmless notion. He’d love to cause a green with envy plague ”Hold on…” eyebrows knitted, meeting to share and recall what she stated. ”You were checking me out? I mean no biggie. But for a superstar to look at me? Woof.” he fanned himself, a smile spreading teasingly. [break] [break] ”And I’ve told ya’. I have an idea. A villain…that kinda stands out.” The blue haired buffoon villain from an anime wasn’t exactly distinct in an attractive manner. But people knew him…when donning the patent outfit. Grin showing a bit of teeth, while listening to the potential star speak. Eyes descended and ascended, checking her out. From her natural playboy pose, clothes and accessories, and those cherry thigh high socks adorning her legs – she was alluring. Obviously she deduced the different designs of catching anyone’s attention. His stuck on her for a bit, mentally biting his lip. [break] [break] Camera up and another image for the ‘look who I know book’, ”Candid.” the magical phone was tucked away once more. [break] [break] Turning to peek in the direction directed towards, Enzo moved two steps, hand rubbing his neck. ”Rockstar…What makes you think I have that kinda money?” he chuckled, red eyes blinking over his shoulder at Yvette. Deflated, he sighed. ”It isn’t James, but I can try one, I guess. Please don’t look at my ass as I walk away.” he joked, waving, grabbing an outfit on the way. [break] [break] As the door secured behind him, clothes hit the floor, mouth opening. ”You do know James, right? Pokemon. Team Rocket. What do ya think – Wow this is…something.” Getting distracted by the simple clothing that he’d never settled into in his life, the sentence disappeared. Grunts and soft four letter words littered the dressing room. Body thumping against the door as he tried adjusting clothes, minutes later, the knob turned. [break] [break] The blue haired man stepped out, black heavy boots clomp-clomping, that would take some getting use to. ”How do you move in these – in everything.” Pulling at the ripped leather jeans to allow his crotch much-needed air. A grunt rumbled in his throat, sights set back on Yvette. [break] [break] It was a black on black kind of costume, save the lack of shirt. Skin shown beneath the ebony vest, cut tendons flexing, each step taken the golden bullet choking his neck bounced. ”Ehhh…. How does it look?” Spinning with his arms out like he was hot shit, Enzo offered a charming smile. [break] [break] Stepping right in front of her, hands with studded wristbands placed on each side of her hips, the man titled his Cheshire expressed head. “Maybe a nice smear of lips stick on my neck would spruce up the entire look or nail painting.” [break]
[attr="class","diamond-notes"] Finish before christmas, i swears.
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My skin is soft like velvet but my nails are razor sharp My scent is sweet like honey but I am diamond hard My ways they cut through plastic, rust free my golden heart
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Juggling was a skill that certain people possessed from birth. Clowns, for example. They were skilled in the art of keeping various items tossed and caught in a rotation. The same could be said for the art of having pristine balance. Clowns, again, were supposedly born with the skill of keeping the brunt of their weight perpendicular to a smaller or thinner surface. The fact of the matter here was that balancing and juggling were feats that only a select few could do with excellence. And, while she was no clown, Yvette had slowly begun the art of mastering both talents in her day-to-day life. At first, it was the act of juggling school and work. Easy enough. Keeping two items in the constant rotation of catch and toss. Then, there came Roselia. Another item is thrown into the circulation. To with which, the girl accepted the challenge with grin and gusto. Now, with three multicolored balls being toss and caught, she thought the hard part was over. Silly her. Now, there came the soul that lived inside her. The beam underneath her feet she was forced to balance on. While, all the while, juggling the three balls. It was certainly a task.
