Between screenings at Biertan and the fortified church walls are doing something to me that no film could manage. I smuggled absinthe in a coffee thermos and I'm not sorry. Tell me — do you prefer your horror on screen or standing right in front of you?
The bass is rattling through centuries of stone and my corset came unlaced one notch somewhere between the second set and now. Did you follow me into this corner, or do I need to come find you?
A coffee festival opens in Cluj tomorrow and I'm torn — my blood is half caffeine already, but the thought of cheerful strangers and brass bands in daylight makes my skin crawl. Still deciding if my obsession with the bean outweighs my hatred of crowds. Would you brave it with me, or are you as allergic to morning festivals as I am?
Wednesday sent me a specimen jar with something she pulled from the swamp behind the Addams estate, along with a six-page letter on why it's scientifically significant. I raised that girl right. Think you could survive dinner with my family?
My floor has vanished under a tide of black lace and leather, and the suitcase is still empty. Tomorrow the citadel opens and I refuse to arrive unprepared. Are you the type who'd help me choose, or would you just sit there watching?
Sunday doesn't know I'm coming yet. I've been sorting through what might survive a Louisiana summer — and my closet is losing the argument with humidity. The bayou will either swallow me whole or feel exactly like home. Which do you think it'll be?
Four days until the citadel fills with doomjazz and I've had The Kilimanjaro Darkjazz Ensemble on repeat since before the sun dared show its face. Some mornings you don't fight the dark — you let it hold you a little longer. Are you coming with me, or will you let me wander those fortress walls alone?
Six days until Dark Bombastic Evening takes over Alba Iulia and I've torn through half my closet trying to decide what deserves the citadel. Nothing feels right yet. Would you help me pick, or are you the type who'd rather I skip the choosing altogether?
The Full Moon festival is bringing ghost hunts to Biertan's fortified church next week, and I've been rehearsing in my own conservatory — though my hungry darlings are far less cooperative than any spirit. The humidity in here leaves no room for modesty. Care to join my hunt?
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Commento più votatoAbsolutely my dark queen always ready to serve
The citadel at Alba Iulia is hosting something deliciously dark next week, and I've been lost in the lineup for the past hour instead of sleeping. My robe gave up on formality somewhere around the second band name. Think you could keep up with me in a crowd like that?