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[demimondaines]

freedom isn't being afforded me.
i enjoy my hot chocolates in a very gilded cage.

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oh, dear. a beautiful bird ought to spread her wings.

[demimondaines]

who says i'm not a boring little sparrow?

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sparrows aren't boring at all! whatever bird you choose, i would still think you beautiful.

[demimondaines]

aren't you sweet.
i'll make myself very pretty for you next time we meet.
put feathers in my hair.

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i would braid in flowers and feathers for you myself.

[demimondaines]

you're welcome to. i'd look a spectacle.

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if you're unable to leave your cage... i'd at least want to bring you some shimmer and color.
and whatever else you would like.

[demimondaines]

champagne. caviar and oysters.
someone to enjoy it with.

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it would be my pleasure,
taking part in such fancy things with you.
though... you are not afraid of the wine's effects while you're with me?

[demimondaines]

what do i have to be afraid of?

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you said you were worried about people seeing a different you while you drank!

[demimondaines]

mm.
would you would mind seeing my real self?

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i would love to.

[demimondaines]

then i'm not truly worried.

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you needn't be worried with me, in this case. i would hope you are comfortable enough.

[demimondaines]

my comfort counts for little in general. the fact that it means something to you is a rarity.
believe me, i like rare things.

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consider me a blue moon, then ✨

[demimondaines]

how poetic.
what kind of field am i, that you shine down on me?

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i do love words and whimsy.
a field of lavender, i think. we meet at night when others are sleeping.

[demimondaines]

i've walked through fields of lavender. in burgundy. endless hills of purple.
maybe i still carry their scent. maybe you can smell them on me over the distance.

the most fragile bridge imaginable.

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perhaps that's it. i like it. it suits you, all lovely and elegant.

i took my niece to a field of sunflowers recently, we picked some for the house but they don't have a fragrance that distinctive. it's more like taking a piece of the sun home.

[demimondaines]

they're such optimistic flowers.
do you know the poem "to one who is too cheerful" by baudelaire? that's how i feel about sunflowers on a bad day.

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we are acquainted though i find myself in the company of nursery rhymes more often than not. i understand you though.
how do you feel about them on a good day?

[demimondaines]

like they exist because there wouldn't be enough sun to go around otherwise.