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hi! and welcome to the forum!
Feel free to join or start your own RP's or conversations and add your own comments, as long as they are not offensive. For people who have been trusted with my password, there is also the Conversation Page for you.
Have fun,
My friends have caused me to make some rules:
1. I don't mind Showenei (sp) but nothing more than this please.
2. Actually no more than that for either gender, whatever the sexuality.
3. You can suggest at most things
4. And if you give me cause to delete your roleplay i will, but I would rather you just obeyed the rules and everyone was happy.
5. Nothing Racist or anything like that. I'll probably ban you.
Astralise x. Astralise's forum. - ...In which our OCs are locked in an empty room together. A Paper Rose
(1634 posts so far) | | "Really?" Deillion's little face lit up with glee.
"Yes," said Terry, before hugging Blake tight and almost lifting him off the ground.
| | | | sana
(2611 posts so far) | | "Woah, dude, warn someone when you're going to that! It's you're one of those snakes...what are they called...boa constrictors? I dunno." Blake laughed. Logic and past experiences said he should be should be scared, or angry, or something, at the intensity of Terry's actions. He wasn't. He was excited, happy, free. Any number of things unsuitable for one of the unseelie. He liked it. | | | | A Paper Rose
(1634 posts so far) | | "Sorry," said Terry, and set him down, smile never leaving his face.
Little Deillion grasped hold of Blake's hand and tugged him down the stairs and into a little room, which obviously served as an office for Lorelei.
She'd set up a picnic of cold meats and salads and breads and sauces of sorts, all with a faint Italian twist, with some lemonade she'd obviously made herself.
Deillion turned his face to Blake. "Can you tell me what's here? I wouldn't ask, but..." | | | | sana
(2611 posts so far) | | Blake smiled, "It's okay, I understand." Blake glanced at the food, "umm...there's salad and stuff. And lemonade!" Blake grinned. He hadn't had lemonade since before his mother died. Him and Gabriel had tried to make it once, but it wasn't a skill of either of theirs, and Gabe had had to go off to deal with something official. As usual. Blake forced himself to think on here, now. Right now he was safe, and happy. Why ruin that? | | | | A Paper Rose
(1634 posts so far) | | "Lemonade!? Oh, Lorelei makes the best lemonade!" And with that Dell bustled off to the table.
Terry lightly grabbed Blake's arm and drew him close for a moment, his lips against Blake's ear.
"Are you glad I brought you?" |
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