In which a dragon shapeshifter and a king heir work to find the Lost Princess and humbly save the world from a fae massacre.

"how could you feel what I feel, what I think? It feels like you're somewhere near to me but you're not." I said with a thrilling voice, He gave me a smile -from the miles away-behind the screen, "maybe we're from the same stars?" And that was the description of ineffable of my life*

On January ninth, 1996, a boy with an odd skeleton was unfortunately born into existence. With his homeless mother in need of cash, and too terrified to look at the child she gave birth too, she sold him to 'Mr. Father's Family of Freaks'; a popular circus show that obsesses over real-born monsters. This boy, born with no worth, sold into labor, and raised as a show, was taught that he was the mis-creation of man. He gives children nightmares, and make women scream, and never once was he told that it wasn't his fault. His name, is Cousin Ignominy. The clown with a deformed body. Bexley Valentino, an innocent seventeen year old, who doesn't believe in monsters, realizes just how important of a man Cousin Ignominy is. After seeing his show, and wallowing in her broken heart for the clown, she soon finds herself trying to break him out. She wants to show him how important it is to feel. How important it is to admire the world, but it doesn't take long for her to realize maybe he was locked up for a reason. ~~~ "You don't kill. You don't kill. You don't kill. If you learn that, you will remember where your morals stand. Hit them, bite them, burn them alive, but don't kill. Don't you ever go that low."

these words are designed to be interpreted correctly; exoteric m u s i n g s © Aneet, 2015

Some are short, some are long. Just like penises. Hope you enjoy °∆°

[COMPLETE] Rozes is the embodiment of red; passionate, powerful, and destructive. But to Jasper, she's just beautiful.

|| I'm a thousand colours-- but still, I'm waging a war against b l a c k and w h i t e || ______________ p r i s m s © Aneet, September 2015 lowercase intended

i told you not to forget me but you forgot that too. poetry #171 [copyright afterwords 2015]

in which there are thoughts.