Darkened Art

[Aoves]

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http://i.imgur.com/9vVfx.png); background-repeat:no-repeat;"> http://i40.tinypic.com/jrqkvp.png); background-repeat:repeat; padding:15px"> The other turned her face, utilized her voice. So young to be so offish she thought as she listened to her reply. Her own pale eyes merely studied with something akin to concern, eyelids lowering slightly as though to mask the thoughts behind her silver lenses - it was so much safer to view the world behind a curtain of lashes regardless. "No such thing." She gently dismissed the girls statement with chuckle; it was the truth, if the dame didn't know that then Aoves had entirely misjudged her. "Or assuming for a moment that there is, it must be very sorry looking indeed, but I suppose that applies to all things that lack a 'eart behind them." The soft alto was teasing as it slipped past her faint smile; she responding to her coldness only with her natural warmth, never having been one easily deterred before. As she continued to speak, all semblances of her words being a game had departed from her tone; her words were honest, and her voice was for once plain. "Keep it to yourself if that's what you desire, but please don't discredit yourself by denying it." Her pose hadn't changed throughout her dialogue, head still resting casually, thoughtfully, on the tips of her fingers. ooc(hover)

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