
It's All About Timing. Formerly an IC blog, but since the retirement of Millicent Bowyen, now just sort of my personal blog. She/her. You'll find RP, GW2 stuff, and League of Legends.GW2 GW2 ID: Raevyn.9102 LoL ID: Raevyn Grove
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Milli Laughed Delightedly As She Accepted The Poster From Syrean. "It's Marvelous! Simply Marvelous!
Milli laughed delightedly as she accepted the poster from Syrean. "It's marvelous! Simply marvelous! You made it so beautiful, Syrean. I just hope nobody expects such delicate penmanship from me," she joked, motioning to the wooden sign and the banner that were also displayed on the table. "I promise, I'll be putting them up all over Lion's Arch and the 'Reach. And if anyone I know needs posters, I'll send them to you."
Laying aside the poster, Milli embraced the other woman tightly. "This is such a sweet gift. Thank you so much, Syrean!"

It took her most of the morning, but it was finally done! She hoped Milli would like her new advertisement, and that this would be a sufficient Wintersday gift.
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The signs and posters had been up all week, but Milli hadn't remembered to post one on her door. So she carefully tacked up one more, with a carefully lettered message at the bottom:
OPEN TONIGHT
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It took her most of the morning, but it was finally done! She hoped Milli would like her new advertisement, and that this would be a sufficient Wintersday gift.
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“ Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
Edith Sitwell (via handcrafted-in-germany)
Voros Valister waved a dismissive hand, keeping his unwavering gaze fixed upon her—regardless of whether she met it with her own eyes or not. When he spoke, it was in his usual, inflectionless tone, absent of almost entirely of any form of caring. “Wear whatever you wish, Livinia. White for feigned innocence. Red for the blood spilled because of your choices. Black—to show the world who you truly belong to now. It requires little thought from me.”
Green to show where her heart lies...