❝Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.❞
~Anne Taylor

[Independent Anise Saluja rp account. Side blog to sharal-rakesa]


Even though he definitely looked like a noble, he didn’t seem to have any problem walking through the run down streets of Junkyard street and even went as far as to greet the people sitting on their doors or amuse the children who ran towards him looking for someone to play. It was definitely a sight to be seen, especially coming from someone who seemed to be as rich as he was, the gold of his bracelets glistened even with the pale moonlight.

She decided to approach him, because Anise had a soft spot for people who were as kind as she was, and maybe because that man reminded her of someone else “Evening Sir, are you maybe looking for some company?” she offered him a smile.

  1. kindhearted-anise reblogged this from fallingintodepravity and added:
    "Oh sir, you truly flatter me too much, I don’t think I deserve it!" while Anise had become used to people complimenting...
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