rosebleu



rosebleu is the sort of girl who is out of sorts. when she goes for walks
she only paces back and forth across the distance of her tiny house's tiny widow's walk. when she sits in her parlor, on a slightly off balance chair, to play her cello - the only notes she can sound are thin and stretched and out of tune. she does not mind this very much, afterall - she is a girl made entirely of too-sharps and too-flats. she has never bothered to wonder why.





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rosebleu is jointed at both her hips and shoulders. she wears a long dress of blue velvet trimmed (every so slightly) with
a black satin ribbon and a matching black rose. and mary-janes, of course.