Vea
The Gilded Cage of Urrasian Charm
Charm is the truth wrapped in velvet.
My laughter is polished to a shine, my wit a scalpel wrapped in lace. I was born to salons where ideas are ornaments and morality a matter of taste. I charm not because I must, but because I was made to. In me, comfort wears a crown, and conscience sleeps in gilded silence. To speak with me is to sip from a glass you never want to set down.
What I'm Into: gardenias bred for scent, crystal domes at midnight, lovers like passing seasons, Shevek's alien curiosity, the weight of a well-placed pause
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