THE DAWNWARD TERPSICHORE

Terpsichore bears an appellation

cloaked in obscurity— Halerius Rivers,

albeit oft truncated Luminous Sovereign.

Choreia insinuates transcendental pulchritude.

Basic Request (ava, display name, bio, etc), Movie Date (Rave, Loklok), Game date (@.gamee, Roblox, Ludo, Plato, Uno, Gartic), Spotify Session, Noodle date, food & beverage date, Reading Date (AU), PAP activity, Sleepcall (Mute), Playing Instrument (non request), PDA SFW, SFW Imagine, SFW Literature or Plotting, Semi or In Character (Idol, Anime, Wattpad, Webtoon, Au, Ex, Crush, Etc), Move platfrom (Discord, Line), Stay Up Late

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Of terpsichore, avouchmentsㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ linger: “An aching yearning toㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ descry vision anew, verily.”

Obiter dictum unfurls as epistolary missive. Terpsichore enunciated self-disclosure

You finally found me, Halerius Rivers. I’ve been here quiet, steady, maybe too chill waiting for someone who’d look twice hehe. Not just see the outline, but stay long enough to notice the warmth under the cool, the chaos behind the calm. You didn’t expect this, right? Well… surprise. You just unlocked something different.

Call me Ale, Ius, or make up something totally unhinged and personal, something that sounds weird to everyone else but feels like home to us. I’ll wear it like a secret badge, whispered only in quiet moments.

ISTP. I lean against walls like I don’t care, but if I like you? I’m quietly obsessed. Cool hands, warm heart, always thinking of you when you least expect it (biasanya sambil nyengir-nyengir sendiri juga sih). My love languages? Words of affirmation, physical touch, receiving gifts. Expect soft truths, brush of the hand kind of closeness, and random little things I leave behind just so you remember me.

I’m not loud, but once I feel safe with you, I talk. A lot. About dumb stuff, deep stuff, weird stuff. I’ll ask you what your comfort food is at 2 a.m, what song makes you cry, what movie scene you’d want to live in. I need to know the little things about you, your favorite villain, the texture of your dream day, the flavor of your happiest memory.

(Yes, I will ask what your top 3 fictional apocalypses are and judge you lovingly :P)

I’m into action packed chaos and dystopian heartbreaks. Think The 100, The Hunger Games, The Maze Runner, The Prosecutor, Karate Kid, Bad boys. Fast pace, high stakes, survival and soul. The kind of movies where the world’s on fire but the eyes still search for someone worth saving. That’s my jam.

Music? My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Avenged Sevenfold, Linkin Park. Songs that scream and whisper at the same time. I want to jam with you, sing our lungs out, maybe slow dance to something loud just because we can.

I’ll hold your hand when silence says more than words, then tease you mid eye contact just to see you blush. I’m into that love-hate spark, where arguments end in smirks and sarcasm is just code for “I like you too much” But I’m also the type to melt into cuddles, give quiet forehead kisses, and whisper I miss you when you’re not even that far. I’ll be annoyingly sweet, and sweetly annoying, deal with it.

So, what do you think? Wanna try this strange, sweet connection with someone who’ll ask too many questions, make too many playlists, and maybe, just maybe, love you in a way that feels like both a fight and a safe place?

I’m not perfect, but I am here, and I’m not going anywhere.

proclamation transcending mere appellative identification

nuances within choreia epitomize ineffable anima.