He sighs softly, smiling a crack at her “I’ll try not ta, fer ya an’ fer me.” He rubs a hand through his hair, “You… are so…”
She picks him by his thighs, holding him close "Don't worry, I understand you hon." She smiles softly.
He blushes when she does, growing rigid, stiff as a board, his hair crackling “O-okay…” He smiles broadly back at them.
She kisses the curve of his chin before kissing him properly, gently and then deepening it.
He kisses them back, fully and equally, closing his eyes as he deepens, unable to think of anything else.
She pulls back, trying to stop her fangs from unsheathing. She laughs a bit "Sorry, don't wanna bite ya."
He nods slowly, pulling back from them, although reluctantly “That… doesn’t sound too bad~” He rubs the back of his neck, turning his head away and blushing.
He looks at them, rubbing his eyes for a moment, sighing deeply “I’m… just so… tired, ya know?” He says, just drinking from the bottle instead.
“Would you like me to tell you what I still remember about myself? My apologies.”
“Yeah. You’ve been through a lot and there’s a lot on you right now. But you can make it through it.”
“Oh yeah sorry I misheard you. Sure.”
“It ain’t nothin’ new, life ain’t ever been easy since I was back at the orphanage, an’ even then…” He puts the bottle down, sitting next to them.
She begins to tell them a long story of traveling through a vast desert, living in what she describes as a den of snakes, which explains more about her appearance, her home distant and destroyed, leaving her alone to travel the world with no real home left.
"Well, life's never easy. But I guess if it was, it wouldn't be as meaningful. For some people, at least."
Mala listens closely to every word.
“Yeah, I guess yer right ‘bout that ain’t ya? Do ya want anythin’ ta eat?” He asks, putting on the heart covered mittens and his ‘kiss the cook’ apron.
Once she’s done, she concluding with explain how she got here, on an expedition’s end.
"No thank you."
"Huh. ...so what do you think about here?"
He begins to cook something, humming to himself “How’re ya doin’?”
“I haven’t yet been here long, but from what my friends have told, it is a good place indeed.”
"Same as always, more or less."
"Oh. Who're your friends?"
“That sounds ‘bout right, ya don’t do much ta get anythin’ do ya?”
“You’ve likely met them, if only some, the most prominent being John.”
"No, I just don't do much of anything to begin with."
She nods. "Oh yeah, I know him..."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He sighs softly, smiling a crack at her “I’ll try not ta, fer ya an’ fer me.” He rubs a hand through his hair, “You… are so…”
She picks him by his thighs, holding him close "Don't worry, I understand you hon." She smiles softly.
He blushes when she does, growing rigid, stiff as a board, his hair crackling “O-okay…” He smiles broadly back at them.
She kisses the curve of his chin before kissing him properly, gently and then deepening it.
He kisses them back, fully and equally, closing his eyes as he deepens, unable to think of anything else.
She pulls back, trying to stop her fangs from unsheathing. She laughs a bit "Sorry, don't wanna bite ya."
He nods slowly, pulling back from them, although reluctantly “That… doesn’t sound too bad~” He rubs the back of his neck, turning his head away and blushing.
"My venom, unfortunately, has hallucination properties so you would be tripping out of your mind." She laughs a bit.
He looks at them, rubbing his eyes for a moment, sighing deeply “I’m… just so… tired, ya know?” He says, just drinking from the bottle instead.
“Would you like me to tell you what I still remember about myself? My apologies.”
“Yeah. You’ve been through a lot and there’s a lot on you right now. But you can make it through it.”
“Oh yeah sorry I misheard you. Sure.”
“It ain’t nothin’ new, life ain’t ever been easy since I was back at the orphanage, an’ even then…” He puts the bottle down, sitting next to them.
She begins to tell them a long story of traveling through a vast desert, living in what she describes as a den of snakes, which explains more about her appearance, her home distant and destroyed, leaving her alone to travel the world with no real home left.
"Well, life's never easy. But I guess if it was, it wouldn't be as meaningful. For some people, at least."
Mala listens closely to every word.
“Yeah, I guess yer right ‘bout that ain’t ya? Do ya want anythin’ ta eat?” He asks, putting on the heart covered mittens and his ‘kiss the cook’ apron.
Once she’s done, she concluding with explain how she got here, on an expedition’s end.
"No thank you."
"Huh. ...so what do you think about here?"
He begins to cook something, humming to himself “How’re ya doin’?”
“I haven’t yet been here long, but from what my friends have told, it is a good place indeed.”
"Same as always, more or less."
"Oh. Who're your friends?"
“That sounds ‘bout right, ya don’t do much ta get anythin’ do ya?”
“You’ve likely met them, if only some, the most prominent being John.”
"No, I just don't do much of anything to begin with."
She nods. "Oh yeah, I know him..."
“Fair enough,” He refills their glass, before putting down a tray of cookies to cool.
He sighs softly, smiling a crack at her “I’ll try not ta, fer ya an’ fer me.” He rubs a hand through his hair, “You… are so…”
She picks him by his thighs, holding him close "Don't worry, I understand you hon." She smiles softly.
He blushes when she does, growing rigid, stiff as a board, his hair crackling “O-okay…” He smiles broadly back at them.
She kisses the curve of his chin before kissing him properly, gently and then deepening it.
He kisses them back, fully and equally, closing his eyes as he deepens, unable to think of anything else.
She pulls back, trying to stop her fangs from unsheathing. She laughs a bit "Sorry, don't wanna bite ya."
He nods slowly, pulling back from them, although reluctantly “That… doesn’t sound too bad~” He rubs the back of his neck, turning his head away and blushing.
"My venom, unfortunately, has hallucination properties so you would be tripping out of your mind." She laughs a bit.
“Unfortunately? I wouldn’t mind that… too much…” He laughs with them, “Do you want ta train now?” He asks them.
He sighs softly, smiling a crack at her “I’ll try not ta, fer ya an’ fer me.” He rubs a hand through his hair, “You… are so…”
She picks him by his thighs, holding him close "Don't worry, I understand you hon." She smiles softly.
He blushes when she does, growing rigid, stiff as a board, his hair crackling “O-okay…” He smiles broadly back at them.
She kisses the curve of his chin before kissing him properly, gently and then deepening it.
He kisses them back, fully and equally, closing his eyes as he deepens, unable to think of anything else.
She pulls back, trying to stop her fangs from unsheathing. She laughs a bit "Sorry, don't wanna bite ya."
He nods slowly, pulling back from them, although reluctantly “That… doesn’t sound too bad~” He rubs the back of his neck, turning his head away and blushing.
"My venom, unfortunately, has hallucination properties so you would be tripping out of your mind." She laughs a bit.
“Unfortunately? I wouldn’t mind that… too much…” He laughs with them, “Do you want ta train now?” He asks them.
She nods and sets him down "Sorry bout that. I'm very 'physical affection' aligned." She laughs.
She cuddles up to them, humming the song in between kissing their cheek.
"Okay..." he says, blinking a bit, stretching. "Where are we?... like, town wise."
Once he sees they've stopped chasing the cart, he stops the horses. "You did something... okay, cool.. we're good now." he begins to breathe heavily, adrenaline tapering off.
(Good place to end it?)
He feels the drowsiness in himself fading as she looks out of the wagon's curtained windows "We are only an hour away. Would you like to do anything in that hour?”
"You are safe my dear, consider them handled." He closes his book, sitting next to them as they stop the horses "Deep breaths, I wouldn't let you get hurt under any circumstances."
(yeah, want owt else?)
"Two rounds, right now.... Please?" he says, remembering his manners.
He calms down, nodding. "Right. Thank you. Apparently they know, er, knew, a different set of manners than you or I."
(Don’t have a preference, sorry)
She smiles softly at them, closing the curtains back up. She locks the wagon doors (Pm or implied?)
“It does appear so, doesn’t it? Or at least they did before I happened to… well, that doesn’t matter. Would you like something to drink?” He asks.
(Ill pick two freshies for ya, and, implied.)
"They wont bother anybody else anymore." he says, back to the horses. "No, I'm fine, thank you. You?"
Domino is setting trees alight, watching as they blaze, but not burn.
A white, 6ft tall, toned Raigaar sits at the bar drinking mug after mug.
“I will likely not need much else to drink for quite some time. Though their blood was quite thin, not as satisfying as yours.”
Antonio walks through the forest, his uniform ripped and covered in his own blood, wounded heavily.
Thane sits down in the bar, ordering himself some water, and that’s it, waving at them with a smile.
"Oh, you fed off of them." he says, chuckling. "We're off to a friendlier place next, so you wont be stuck in here for the upteenth time."
"Oh, [GP], babe, you okay?..." she says, rushing to him and doing a preliminary check.
"Would the lad like a drink?" he says in a heavy drunken English accent, maybe he means the hatching?
“It hasn’t been too bad, I’ve been able to catch up on my reading, and it was quite the wonderful time thinking about you when you weren’t here.”
He seems to have been cut and impaled in several places, but he’s been pushing himself to stay conscious. When he tries to reply, blood just comes out his mouth.
He raises an eyebrow, shaking his head “I don’t think they would, but thank ya fer offerin’ pardner.”
He looks at them, rubbing his eyes for a moment, sighing deeply “I’m… just so… tired, ya know?” He says, just drinking from the bottle instead.
“Would you like me to tell you what I still remember about myself? My apologies.”
“Yeah. You’ve been through a lot and there’s a lot on you right now. But you can make it through it.”
“Oh yeah sorry I misheard you. Sure.”
“It ain’t nothin’ new, life ain’t ever been easy since I was back at the orphanage, an’ even then…” He puts the bottle down, sitting next to them.
She begins to tell them a long story of traveling through a vast desert, living in what she describes as a den of snakes, which explains more about her appearance, her home distant and destroyed, leaving her alone to travel the world with no real home left.
"Well, life's never easy. But I guess if it was, it wouldn't be as meaningful. For some people, at least."
Mala listens closely to every word.
“Yeah, I guess yer right ‘bout that ain’t ya? Do ya want anythin’ ta eat?” He asks, putting on the heart covered mittens and his ‘kiss the cook’ apron.
Once she’s done, she concluding with explain how she got here, on an expedition’s end.
"No thank you."
"Huh. ...so what do you think about here?"
He begins to cook something, humming to himself “How’re ya doin’?”
“I haven’t yet been here long, but from what my friends have told, it is a good place indeed.”
"Same as always, more or less."
"Oh. Who're your friends?"
“That sounds ‘bout right, ya don’t do much ta get anythin’ do ya?”
“You’ve likely met them, if only some, the most prominent being John.”
"No, I just don't do much of anything to begin with."
She nods. "Oh yeah, I know him..."
“Fair enough,” He refills their glass, before putting down a tray of cookies to cool.
“He is… a lot, for a lack of better words.”
"Oh, nice. I didn't know you baked."
She chuckles. "...yep."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He sighs softly, smiling a crack at her “I’ll try not ta, fer ya an’ fer me.” He rubs a hand through his hair, “You… are so…”
She picks him by his thighs, holding him close "Don't worry, I understand you hon." She smiles softly.
He blushes when she does, growing rigid, stiff as a board, his hair crackling “O-okay…” He smiles broadly back at them.
She kisses the curve of his chin before kissing him properly, gently and then deepening it.
He kisses them back, fully and equally, closing his eyes as he deepens, unable to think of anything else.
She pulls back, trying to stop her fangs from unsheathing. She laughs a bit "Sorry, don't wanna bite ya."
He nods slowly, pulling back from them, although reluctantly “That… doesn’t sound too bad~” He rubs the back of his neck, turning his head away and blushing.
"My venom, unfortunately, has hallucination properties so you would be tripping out of your mind." She laughs a bit.
“Unfortunately? I wouldn’t mind that… too much…” He laughs with them, “Do you want ta train now?” He asks them.
She nods and sets him down "Sorry bout that. I'm very 'physical affection' aligned." She laughs.
He pushes himself back to standing, giving them another kiss before stepping back a bit, “Don’t worry, I don’t mind it.”
He looks at them, rubbing his eyes for a moment, sighing deeply “I’m… just so… tired, ya know?” He says, just drinking from the bottle instead.
“Would you like me to tell you what I still remember about myself? My apologies.”
“Yeah. You’ve been through a lot and there’s a lot on you right now. But you can make it through it.”
“Oh yeah sorry I misheard you. Sure.”
“It ain’t nothin’ new, life ain’t ever been easy since I was back at the orphanage, an’ even then…” He puts the bottle down, sitting next to them.
She begins to tell them a long story of traveling through a vast desert, living in what she describes as a den of snakes, which explains more about her appearance, her home distant and destroyed, leaving her alone to travel the world with no real home left.
"Well, life's never easy. But I guess if it was, it wouldn't be as meaningful. For some people, at least."
Mala listens closely to every word.
“Yeah, I guess yer right ‘bout that ain’t ya? Do ya want anythin’ ta eat?” He asks, putting on the heart covered mittens and his ‘kiss the cook’ apron.
Once she’s done, she concluding with explain how she got here, on an expedition’s end.
"No thank you."
"Huh. ...so what do you think about here?"
He begins to cook something, humming to himself “How’re ya doin’?”
“I haven’t yet been here long, but from what my friends have told, it is a good place indeed.”
"Same as always, more or less."
"Oh. Who're your friends?"
“That sounds ‘bout right, ya don’t do much ta get anythin’ do ya?”
“You’ve likely met them, if only some, the most prominent being John.”
"No, I just don't do much of anything to begin with."
She nods. "Oh yeah, I know him..."
“Fair enough,” He refills their glass, before putting down a tray of cookies to cool.
“He is… a lot, for a lack of better words.”
"Oh, nice. I didn't know you baked."
She chuckles. "...yep."
“I didn’t used ta, Phoenix taught me how ta.” He takes one of the cookies, biting into it.
“Can you tell me more about yourself?” She tilts her head.
He nods slowly, pulling back from them, although reluctantly “That… doesn’t sound too bad~” He rubs the back of his neck, turning his head away and blushing.
*She is silly and likes both genders and other genders.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"No, I just don't do much of anything to begin with."
She nods. "Oh yeah, I know him..."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*meeeeeeeeee*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"My venom, unfortunately, has hallucination properties so you would be tripping out of your mind." She laughs a bit.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Fair enough,” He refills their glass, before putting down a tray of cookies to cool.
“He is… a lot, for a lack of better words.”
Yod chuckles a little. "Nope."
Mauric is making shaved ice.
Thirteen is writing, Caramel on his shoulder.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Unfortunately? I wouldn’t mind that… too much…” He laughs with them, “Do you want ta train now?” He asks them.
She nods and sets him down "Sorry bout that. I'm very 'physical affection' aligned." She laughs.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*wendicut*
"Oh I don't mind... if I did I'd've left..."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It hasn’t been too bad, I’ve been able to catch up on my reading, and it was quite the wonderful time thinking about you when you weren’t here.”
He seems to have been cut and impaled in several places, but he’s been pushing himself to stay conscious. When he tries to reply, blood just comes out his mouth.
He raises an eyebrow, shaking his head “I don’t think they would, but thank ya fer offerin’ pardner.”
"Oh, nice. I didn't know you baked."
She chuckles. "...yep."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She smiles softly "Y'know, you got pretty eyes. Looking at them up close.. like gems."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He pushes himself back to standing, giving them another kiss before stepping back a bit, “Don’t worry, I don’t mind it.”
“I didn’t used ta, Phoenix taught me how ta.” He takes one of the cookies, biting into it.
“Can you tell me more about yourself?” She tilts her head.
She shakes her head. "Definitely not. They're weird and bloodshot and they see too much too fast..."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"The Beastlands, Arcadia, Gehenna... almost Carceri once..."
He shakes his head. "Not until 8 PM."
"The book or the cat?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.