You are an inspiration. I'll use you as an example with my chores today.

Inis Fail Coast
He could hear your thoughts as if you were speaking them unto his ears. His gaze remained fixed on the expanse of the sea before them, the rhythmic crash of the waves a soothing backdrop to her observations. He felt a sense of satisfaction at her awe of the natural world around them, a reminder of the power and beauty that lay beyond the darkness of their existence.

Her nuzzle against his neck drew a faint smile to his lips, a silent reassurance of the bond that bound them together in the night. With a whispered word of affection, he leaned closer to her, his touch gentle yet possessive as he felt the shadows of the night enveloping them like a lover's embrace.

Together, they moved along the coastline, their footsteps echoing against the rocky terrain as they journeyed toward the distant cottage that awaited them. As they drew closer, Lysander's anticipation grew, a twisted smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he contemplated the feast ahead.

With a nod to Brigid, he whispered a word of promise, his voice low and filled with anticipation. For in the darkness of the night, they were predators, bound by a hunger that could never be sated. And as they approached the cottage, Lysander knew that whatever lay within would soon become theirs to feast upon and revel in the darkness of the night.

Setting my drink on a coaster on the end table as I slide to the edge of the soft and hop down with a delicate bounce-jiggle while fixing my robe... listening to you both with a smile

Dogtown
The bartender turns from their previous customer to regard you.

That is, you can feel their eyes on you somewhere. What is in your vision, atop the lean neck and near nude attire, was a flat sheet of metal. A helmet, or at least, it would be, if the curled and distressed flesh which looked like it was peeled back to reveal the flat sheen of a curved metal dome underneath the skin wasn't in your face.

"Kinda guy like that has weight to hold down his secrets, Mox."

The fractured voice, feminine in nature, was propagated from the chest cavity of the body. Piercing your ears directly from what seemed to be a speaker system set in the crevice of cleavage. The blank, gleaming metal of the bartender tilted to the side, as if regarding you.

The hands, with skin peeled back to the wrists that flutter and flow with the constant air motion in the bar, are held out to you. One flat on the bartop, hand closed.

The other, palm open, sat at your eye height.

"The blind scales of justice need to be leveled, Dear."

Dogtown
Dogtown
The bartender turns from their previous customer to regard you.

That is, you can feel their eyes on you somewhere. What is in your vision, atop the lean neck and near nude attire, was a flat sheet of metal. A helmet, or at least, it would be, if the curled and distressed flesh which looked like it was peeled back to reveal the flat sheen of a curved metal dome underneath the skin wasn't in your face.

"Kinda guy like that has weight to hold down his secrets, Mox."

The fractured voice, feminine in nature, was propagated from the chest cavity of the body. Piercing your eyes directly from what seemed to be a speaker system set in the crevice of cleavage. The blank, gleaming metal of the bartender tilted to the side, as if regarding you.

The hands, with skin peeled back to the wrists that flutter and flow with the constant air motion in the bar, are held out to you. One flat on the bartop, hand closed.

The other, palm open, sat at your eye height.

"The blind scales of justice need to be leveled, Dear."

I... can't afford to be slow because I am my mom's full time care giver.

When she needs me, I have to be there.

Hiya there handsome xx

np Princess I understand

Smiling as I catch that kiss meant for me and crush it in my little palm to glittery dust and then slowly slid the pretty remanence over the tops of my chest bunnies as I look up to you and smile

It's lovely to see you Doc.
Can I get you a drink?

Dogtown
The bartender turns from their previous customer to regard you.

That is, you can feel their eyes on you somewhere. What is in you face, atop the lean neck and near nude attire, was a flat sheet of metal. A helmet, or at least, it would be, if the curled and distressed flesh which looked like it was peeled back to reveal the flat sheen of a curved metal dome underneath the skin wasn't in your face.

"Kinda guy like that has weight to hold down his secrets, Mox."

The fractured voice, feminine in nature, was propagated from the chest cavity of the body. Piercing your eyes directly from what seemed to be a speaker system set in the crevice of cleavage. The blank, gleaming metal of the bartender tilted to the side, as if regarding you.

The hands, with skin peeled back to the wrists that flutter and flow with the constant air motion in the bar, are held out to you. One flat on the bartop, hand closed.

The other, palm open, sat at your eye height.

"The blind scales of justice need to be leveled, Dear."

Wow you are so productive. It takes me two hours waking up before I feel like tackling my chores.

I'm sorry that my posts seem ... slow?
I am folding clothes and making mom a snack as we are here.

blows you both a kiss and settles for a bit

Smiling gently as my blues crinkle in happiness

I am pleased that I could accommodate your desires then sweetie.

and... I suppose relatively I am?
It's 01:35 here.

however yesterday I was up all night doing laundry for 11 peeps and catering to mom so I wasn't in bed till 10:20 this morning... so... I guess it's relative?

Inis Fail Coast
The sound of the waves breaking against the rocks was a testament to the power and strength of the vast ocean sprawled out before them. She watched the way the moonlight glimmered upon the water and made the spray as it hit the shoreline seem like little bursts of stars. It was a breathtaking sight a memory made with you.

Though we stood on the coastline of a land that was not of our birth, but showed us how similar the land that had become our home was to it. She stood there in awe of the natural power that was before her, she looked at you watching how the salty breeze played with the long strands of your hair, how the moonlight cast shadows across your features making you look magnificent one to both feared and followed as you sat upon that rock looking out at the sea. She could not help but wonder what you were thinking right then.

As she leaned against you she breathed in your scent deeply and nuzzled at your neck for she knew you would always protect her from any harm with your life if you had to. She knew that no matter what came our way it would be faced together as everything we do is done as one. She could not help a playful little nip at your neck

Are you up late Princess?

Taking a long deep sip of coke

Perfect. I just adore full sugar coke.

Back and giggling a little at the "Super-charged" comment.

Pun intended I wonder?

How's your drink love?

np I will wait