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[Lady Dimitrescu x female oc] Don't like it, don't read it! (contains lemon scenes) ~oOo~ "The lady of the house was born in an era, where the women were desperate to have flawless white skin and even painted little veins with blue paint on their faces to show how pale they were. Some mixed up a dark powder and used it to fake shadows around their eyes. To look sick, like death was about to come over you, this was what made you beautiful. This woman had all of that and it made her so incredibly pretty and lovely looking. Her blonde hair was floating upon the now slightly dirty, light brown, reddish water. Now the lady knew what she reminded her of. She was looking like a water corpse, floating in a cold river somewhere deep in the forest on a winter evening when the snow is slowly falling down on the lost soul. Alicna shook her head and turned her attention back to the book, calmly reading..." Welcome to House Dimitrescu! Please have a seat and listen to my story. Do not worry I will not bite...At least not now ~...
Prologe, 1989: Flowers Made Of Stone
