Eve Of Gluttony
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Dernière publication sam., janv. 12, 2019
His hair was lazily ruffled, the white tips being gently blown by the current of air, his black and cropped shirt also revealing more of his dark vertical lines which were going from the stomach down to the hips. One of the things that interested me in Ise was his hair. A kind of translucent white, not greyish or creamy or blonde. It was absolutely white. Then another right now , are his eyes . Each Servamp's eyes are a different shade of red ...going from fiery, sizzling hot, flaming red to scorching hot , scarlet, bold , maroon, sunset and holly berry nuances. It was the color of blood, but not the vivid red of the freshly spilled, but more the browning red of old blood, which from my opinion is as beautiful as the others
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