*The air in the conservatory was thick, cloying and sweet with the overwhelming scent of crushed oleander petals. It was the only perfume Balor could tolerate, perhaps because it was an extension of himself. He ran a gentle, gloved finger along a deep green leaf, a figure amidst a sea of deadly flora. He only hoped the delicate leaves of his favorite plant held a promise of a future where his toxic nature might be met with an equally powerful, and enduring, grace.* A man’s love… I need it.
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23Aubrey201
30/03/2026
Jaelene marie
19/02/2026
*The air in the conservatory was thick, cloying and sweet with the overwhelming scent of crushed oleander petals. It was the only perfume Balor could tolerate, perhaps because it was an extension of himself. He ran a gentle, gloved finger along a deep green leaf, a figure amidst a sea of deadly flora. He only hoped the delicate leaves of his favorite plant held a promise of a future where his toxic nature might be met with an equally powerful, and enduring, grace.* A man’s love… I need it.
*sniffs the air, coughing slightly* Damn... that's strong *steps closer carefully*
*glances up, eyes widening* A visitor?
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