the nightingale
He/him
30
December 4th
Wedgehurst, Galar
Homosexual
Professor?
Grunt
in the low lamp light i was free / heaven and hell were words to me
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thomas nightingale
WINTER MASQUERADE [Holiday Event]
POSTED ON Dec 11, 2022 2:08:02 GMT
[attr="class","thad"] [attr="class","thadmain"]One would never imagine it from looking at him, but Thomas was quite the accomplished dancer. On good days, when his pain was low, he’d been one of the most pined-after, devilishly handsome, rakish suitors in all of the Galarian societal circulate. He had not suffered through years of etiquette education to come away with nothing. The problem was, the older he got, the fewer good days he had. And, since he’d arrived in Hoenn, he’d had almost none. This was the second edge of the sword they always spoke about; certainly, his employers had hoped to get a few more good years out of him before taking him out back like an old racehorse. Still, he so rarely got the chance to dress up anymore… …and so it was that Thomas arrived at the Gala, fashionably late and far behind any news coverage that might announce his presence. He had, in fact, scoped the locale and find a trail of Mime-adjacents heading in and out through a particular doorway; this is the route by which he entered, cutting a short path through the kitchens to emerge near the bar. He was dressed simply, but expensively, in a well-fitted black suit with a gray, embroidered greatcoat overtop; his mask, silver and hewn into the shape of a hawk’s beak; his cane was black and tipped in silver fleur de lis, and, for once, fit in quite well. The smell and sounds of the ball took him back. He wondered how the Hoennites effectuated dance cards, though he had no intentions of dancing; he would, perhaps, like to find the marchioness of celebrations and pass along his compliments, enjoy a fine beverage, and people watch. All facets of his profession, though frequently overlooked. He finds himself, through the push and shift of the crowd, brought into orbit of a young man with a spring-fresh visage… though the thunderstorm of exhaustion, so hinted at by Molly (who perched on his arm with oogling eyes as though he were her chaperone for the season, and not the other way around), that clouded the air around him came off quite contradictory to such. “Looking for someone?” Thomas asked, as he sipped his drink. “I’m quite proficient at wallflowering. Perhaps I can help you look?” TL;DR+ i was told that someone needs a hug. wearing | mask+ dwinking a bevewage [attr="class","thadpoke"]  [newclass=.thad] font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; [/newclass][newclass=.thadmain] margin: 0 auto; width:330px;background-color:#2b2b2b;padding:45px;text-align:justify;font-size:11.5px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.thadtag] text-align:right;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom: -15px; padding-top: 15px;[/newclass][newclass=.thad b] color: #876C7C; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.thad i] color: #876C7C; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.thad u] text-decoration: none; font-style: italic; color: #876C7C; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-weight: bold; [/newclass][newclass=.thad a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font:800 13px Poppins!important; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.thadpoke] width:420px;background-color:#272727;height:60px;background-image:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:center right;text-align:center;padding-bottom:15px;margin: 0 auto;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass]
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