[h2][centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria Darya Romus "Vika" [/color]

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[h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]Thrusdsy Lunch . Home at Noon, bedroom suite (Park view) . "Daughter of Persephone"[/color][/centre][/h3]


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Victoria was lieing on her bed checking out on her laptop to arrange a visit to thr University campus and maybe even talk to a few students, she had leaned alot on her travels and so, maybe there was a opertunity to help out, especially maybe the female students in such a normaly male dominated sector. At least her day would be different and would be intresting to see what she missed out on her path, and the difference between the self taught and education systems paths. 

Sending a email she hoped they would like the idea and would let her, especially with the fact she worked for a local, well not always popular but they where known for there security levels and abilities to defend there systems. She had done a rather wide mix of things and hoped at least it might help one person. 

Nothing her phone vibrate on the bedside table ans gave a quick glance out the patio doors to a rather snowed in balcony and a rather white scene outside. The snow was making it harder ans harder to see things on the tables and piling up of the deeply set back windows. Old House, thick walls, the windows where set back for warmth, and that was most welcome now. The message was Milo... Well that was diffrent, he made Vice feel almost... Guilty, but a various wide array of feelings. At least he was polite. The sword stick was downright amazing, was she really not that person? Maybe, was it too diffrent that she was black haired?

[i][color=6ecff6]Thankyou, truely, but im glad I Don,t quite stand out so much, this is my natural colour. Well bar the highlights. I just sped up the process abit as I'm impatoant. Some of the attention was not always as posetive as yours. 

Its beuterful, your truely talented at what you do. Thankyou even thinking to make such a thing. I'm sure Youl work out what's best to do with it. 

And. Not around in one way, but always in my memories, and your kindness not forgotten. Your a good egg Milo, Your yolk is good. 

Ps. Whoever gets you be a lucky woman. 

VDR[/color][/i]

Victoria was not sure how even to think about what he made, it was amazing and she thought it was a probbly rank up there with gestures of intent if there ever was one at the time. That would not happen, what do you do when it was made for you at a time, but you are not that you. And things change yet its not something that suit someone else.... Leave it to Milo to decide what to do wit it. 

She had to markvek slightly at the idea of how somthing so beuterful could turn to deadly, it was a rather apt thing whwn you thought about some animals and it balenced what would be a pretty inappropriate thought. Milos message left her, somewhat confused but not in a bad way, it definitely was good to reconsider things sometimes and takw some time to think. 

Lieing back and resting, she kne her sister had returned but wanted some time to relax out the way. They each had a private bathroom, living room and bedroom set up. The living room was abit smaller and so, but cozy and she had room to have photos about, mermentos and little bits that now she was here for a while had been worth bringing over.  

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