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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 4:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 4:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 5:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 6:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2018 6:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 2:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 2:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 11:01 pm
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He could feel the heat radiating off himself, spilling out into the room and filling the air with the perfect medium for Ash's sweet voice to travel. She rolled to him, set her glowing eyes on him softly, and in this grace the fallen one had instantly existed. His voice, in contrast, was the essence and body of rasp, splitting the waves of song from the vampress and cutting with heat immeasurable into his conversation. "I think I could get used to that--for warning..." He smiled, and for the first time in a long time it was not something forced or even an affectation of his happiness and whatever that meant to his superficial self--the communication wasn't there, rather--but it simply was his self, his state. He came to notice, with awareness like the gaps of fog diving and dancing in and out of headlights, that his fingers had been woven around hers.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 11:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 11:20 pm
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For whatever reason, when she cooed her response the fallen couldn't help but giggle. Actually giggle! What a ********! Why did he have to turn into such a sensitive goober when faced with a situation that didn't involve emotions that weren't murderous? He cursed himself once, its sonorous protest dying against the walls of his skull as the singular stir of one exiting a bathtub, as his arm and wing adjusted to accommodate the mystically sensual vampress. "Suppose we'll just have to see what happens, hm?" The weakest response, not aware of feelings but rather being a set of emotions, the writhing mass that was still and hot like the fresh meteor, the etheric traveler--... his pilgrimage had been complete...--was the nonchalance, the callous not-noticing what she had given him, and in the perfume it stayed while the fallen absorbed the Ashken that was his, she who he knew and who knew him more intimately than the stars, his brethren, at the beginning...
"...I'm... I'm glad I decided to stop by," he said, full of boyish confidence. Waiting with eyes plugged to the ceiling for her agreeing response. That waiting was the most painful anticipation--certain throwing the shenanigans of her little ones into shame.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 11:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 11:41 pm
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A phantom-cough of a laugh leapt forth from Imamiah, totally dodging the warden, and hung in the air above Ashken's head, stuck in his shoulder, for a moment as he watched her wrestle with the recoil of her words. To punctuate this silence, the fallen one brushed his shin against hers, waiting for her large, alluring, fleeing eyes to come back home before speaking in a low strum: "I don't want to pretend anymore--about anything... I'd like to be with that person, someone I can't help but be myself with... You know?" He stroked her shoulder with his thumb, and after a moment a wicked virus of a thought bloomed with a maliciously sweet lyse in his mind--how long it must've been incubating!
"... Ashken?" He began tenuously. "Remember what you asked me earlier?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2018 11:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 7:57 am
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Nightmares in Daydreams Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 10:47 pm
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