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The Tower Of Babble...(babble)
chuckles softly as she feels His gaze stay to her...biting gently against her lower lip....though her fangs do not show....the grin growing to her lips as she moves closer to Him....
standing near Him as her body moves closer.....the touch of her shoulder to His....as her dark eyes lock to Him....giving a soft whisper...."now my Sire....would i do such a thing?..."
*sliding in, hoping for a clown-free day*
Well that's just because anyone else that tried to
Gsze upon you is probably dead*chuckles *...
feeling the heat of the blush against her pale flesh...her eyes remain to His....as she keeps to a soft whisper to answer Him...."thank You my Sire....as long as it is Your eyes alone that are doing the prowling upon me...."
i wish i had more to offer
You're beautiful and beg to be prowled upon*dark eyes move over you*
You're beautiful and begin to be prowled upon
*dark eyes move over you*
You're beautiful and begin to be prowled up
*dark eyes move over you*
she gives a slow nod...."of course my Sire....these halls are beautiful and beg to be prowled upon ...."
prowling the halls I see
sigh.
Main House
"Yo, you're making it sound like I cheated on you, made you into some kinda cuck or something wild…" Holly rose, picked up in your wake, she didn't know how many — if any — of these pages were something you intended to keep, but nothing you wrote was garbage so she tried to collect them, arrange them neatly so they could be organized, parsed, recovered later.Same went with the whiskey as she got to moving, righting the bottle before it expanded to fume the room, just following you with a grip of pages and a grip of abandoned bottle — a reflection of the danger she feared you were feeling.
An electric tangle in her tummy like she were the one over-drinking about it.
"Brix, I—ow, fuck!" she fumbled, miraculously not dropping the bottle to add glass to the porcelain shards that decorated the kitchen floor, backing up a step as her attention was so fixated on you that she didn't see the white caltrops that defended the kitchen from her invasion.
That pricking sting jumping her heart to match the ascent in her breathing, the arresting sensation that paused her automatic and urgent pursuit.
"Okay, fair, fine, I was acting selfishly and—wh-who cares about the house in Rockshore? Why do you care about that part of my life but not this, or that, or the other thing…?" Holly really didn't know just what direction this particular spinout was aiming towards — impossible to track where you're going when all you see is a rapid horizontal smear of colors and shapes.
But she couldn't even tell what she wanted, outside of understanding — there was no winning this conversation, neither was she able to glean much of your mind other than blinding pain, as if to say it was So intolerable — the very same polyamory that she thought they agreed to nearly two years ago, the selfish party girl you saw and Subscribed to, clicked the bell icon?
"…I can't figure you out, Brix. I thought you wanted nothing to do with the rest of my life, didn't want me to talk to you about no Details, keep that shit off your feed?" She started quiet, unsure of what to do about the kitchen. It wasn't like she knew how to clean up after herself, nor did she have some kind of broom and dustpan ready. Where did you even keep that? "Last we talked you sounded like you hated what I was doing, just wanted it over with and behind you like I was just tryin' on some new clothes you were hoping I'd get sick of on my own without you havin' to tell me you don't like how I look in em…"
she gives a bright smile as she sees Him entering the study.....her eyes gaze to Him a moment as she moves herself from His chair so that He may sit...
*steps in*
something i said?
the smile to her lips shown as she hears a soft whisper to the winds....though she remains to her task...
unggg?
laughing i'd settle for it.
It's not that glamorous though
i am envious!
