Black and white
Red and gold
These are the colors
Of royals of old

Yet whats in an start
When remembered alone
A trail without meaning
A path to no home

So wandering she went
Beyond brook and glade
Past sunrise's edge
'Til starlight did fade

Until little was left
Of the once wilsome thief
Nor crown that was stolen
Nor nobility's fief

Each step she took further
A new mask she'd wear
New places she'd go
New burdens she'd bear

'Til keeping track
Became a chore
Lives become lines
Time little more

So she tried to branch outward
Fashion something new
Offering bits of herself
And relationships grew

Yet heartless and warm
Her cruelty sublime
Personalities tend pickle
Given the time

A new set of eyes
A fresh set of paint
Did little to wash
'Way her cinnamon taint

Her memory now haunting
Pages recording mistake
Each step become unsure
As her past grows opaque

So reaches she out
With her touch and her spice
Seeking in darkness
And rolling the dice

Mistakes will be many
Misunderstands are sure
Yet Alia can't help
Her adoring ardor



Details.

  Human / Female
  25 years old
  5' 2" / 110 lbs

  Orientation: women, cocked or not
  Position: switch

  Green: roleplay, chemistry, story
  Yellow: ephemeral alts' infatuation
  Red: short, non-descriptive rp & erp

  Kinks are many but contingent on
  being conversant enough to catch
  Alia's interest and hold her attention

  Unsure?  Curious?  Ask.
 
  English Only
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