all photos, Ph, Mua - by wonderful viscaeli
dresses - goldenbranch
Flashback Friday? Sitting in a senior art history class (3hours long with no respect to breaks). Hall of Mirrors - François de Cuvilliés, 18th century hunting lodge.
I wish I could make this my bedroom… but I’d be afraid of ghosts
ab. 1771 Charles Willson Peale - Margaret Strachan (Mrs. Thomas Harwood)
image on Flickr.
Powel Room, 1765–66
Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Ryou looked down at the note and blinked. She wondered what it might have meant. Was it a warning? A hint? She hummed to herself and glanced at the clock. It was already getting late. She nodded to herself and headed towards her sitting room, Then to her bedroom, Curious as to what the note might mean.
She nodded and kissed her. “Happy birthday, love.”
"Happy birthday to you as well, Darling." she kissed in return.
"Sleep now precious, you came so much."
She nodded in responses, Blushing at the comment before closing her eyes and cuddling close to her. “I love you, Bakura.”
She blinked and smiled, holding her close. “I love you too. Happy birthday, love.”
"Thank you, Sweetheart." she replied, Kissing at her neck.
She shivered and kissed her forehead. “See you in the morning, beautiful.” She yawned, starting to doze.
She smiled at the shiver and smiled at the kiss. “All right. Good night.” she cuddled close.