ragnor hill / d1 / cbd 1 (fin)

Pst.

I got an invitation for ya’.

See District One, and all the grandeur it has? Take a detour from all that, from the antique stories and the fancy restaurants, and turn a corner. Let the cobblestones with histories etched onto them take you – when you’re here, you’ll know.

It’s not a kingdom here, but an everlasting party, and you’ll know you’re here when you see the teens dressed in cheap fur and scented like cheap booze. We are not grand, far from it really, but we are fun, dancing the nihilist waltz. Are you here yet? Are you coming?

I got a bottle of wine sitting here with your name on its lips, doll.

Who am I? I'm just a runaway, something bacchanal with vine leaves woven to my hair and merlot rouging my lips. I know the world's rotten, and that most of us are rotten inside here, and I find that so fuckin' hilarious. We're all just bruised fruit, left out to spoil, so why not enjoy the little sweetness we have left?

It’s not a kingdom here, but I wouldn’t mind if you addressed me as king.