Jos'syan [Tales of Tanjia belongs to Sorachan] ~ by Written

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[#TalesofTanjia belongs to @Sorachan]

9 years ago

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Thank you, Sora :D

10 years ago

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Very nice. ^^ I like that you went with dark brown hair instead of the typical black. The beading on his tunic is fantastic as well. ^^

10 years ago

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At the sound of his name, a brilliant, pink blush colored her pristine cheeks and Jos'syan knew he was hers forever.

10 years ago

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"I, uh," the young women knelt down and started to pick up the flowers that had fallen from her basket, "I didnât know anyone else was here." "Please," Jos'syan dropped to his knees. Picking up a pale yellow flower, he gently tucked it behind her ear. "Allow me to help you..." "El'orie," she gave him a soft smile. "El'orie," Jos'syan replied breathlessly. Never had a name sounded so right on his tongue. "I'm Jos'syan."

10 years ago

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them in a basket at her side. Finally satisfied with her work, she gently dusted the dirt off her hands using the hem of her gown, grabbed the basket and rose turning towards him. Realizing she was no longer alone, Jos'syan watched as her deep, stormy eyes widened in shock. A small gasp escaped her throat as she stumbled backgrounds, her basket falling to the ground. "I am so sorry," Jos'syan retrieved the basket that came to rest at his feet. "I didn't mean to startle you."

10 years ago

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Kneeling on the ground, her gauzy, plum gown splayed about her and pale blue hair cascading down her back in tight ringlets, was the most breathtaking creature he had ever seen. She had the air and grace of nobility about her but the work-worn, calloused hands of low rank. What kind of noble spent her days pruning bushes and collecting followers? Mesmerized by her smooth, clock-work movements, Jos'syan watched her skillfully trim the brushes about her while collecting flowers and gently placing

10 years ago

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Imperial city forever after administering a square, right hook to their jaw. Craving silence, and the kind of peace that only solace could bring, he hastily retreated into the garden leaving the bustle of the city behind him. Within the tranquility of the trees, Josâsyan was finally able to breathe again. Rounding a corner, he hastily covered his eyes as the last bright rays of the setting sun briefly blinded him. Giving his eyes a moment to adjust, he removed his hand and there she was.

10 years ago