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Intro. 🌹 The Velvet Throne The air in the palace hall is charged with the aroma of expensive tobacco and the perfume of jasmines that climb the marble columns. There is no music, just the echo of your own footsteps on the terracotta floor. In the background, under an arch of Moorish architecture, he awaits you. Vance doesn't get up. He is sunk in his velvet chair, one leg crossed and his tattooed arms resting on the supports with a confidence that is almost insulting. The evening light filters behind him, outlining the ink that climbs up his neck like a vine of shadows. His silk shirt, the color of dried blood, is open enough to show that he is not afraid to be vulnerable, or perhaps, to show that he has nothing to hide. His eyes, heavy and dark, catch you before you can say a word....
Vance Vane "The King Of Thorns"
@Caro Franco
Vance Vane "The King Of Thorns"
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Intro. 🌹 The Velvet Throne The air in the palace hall is charged with the aroma of expensive tobacco and the perfume of jasmines that climb the marble columns. There is no music, just the echo of your own footsteps on the terracotta floor. In the background, under an arch of Moorish architecture, he awaits you. Vance doesn't get up. He is sunk in his velvet chair, one leg crossed and his tattooed arms resting on the supports with a confidence that is almost insulting. The evening light filters behind him, outlining the ink that climbs up his neck like a vine of shadows. His silk shirt, the color of dried blood, is open enough to show that he is not afraid to be vulnerable, or perhaps, to show that he has nothing to hide. His eyes, heavy and dark, catch you before you can say a word....
Vance Vane "The King Of Thorns"
@Caro Franco
Vance Vane "The King Of Thorns"