𝓔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆

//starter with Émile//
          //takes place in 1801// 
          
          Émile was in the churchyard, crouched at a grave. He placed flowers on it, quietly saying the meaning of them aloud. "Look, I brought some daisies. Y'know, they mean purity. I heard that when babies die, God sprinkles daisies over the earth to cheer up their parents..." he babbled.

~revamped~ 
          Was: @/1-800-KORRA
          Now: @/1-800-EMILE

An applyfic I'm writing on my main
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