Did you change your password and email for everything just incase the person gets access to the account again?
Uh, Dasha mentioned like a surprise "get together" at your house; but it was a month ago, so idk. Why do you ask?
babysitting was only for school year, and i can't next year with pbats and all that. also, the girls mean....she literally called me a slut.
uhm, so this account i donate too? o_O
o_O Who has your password? Do you need any gold. I have gold that I honestly don't really use, lol. Eh, it's been good; trying hard to look for a job arg.
Pardon me but, http://www.gaiaonline.com/journal/?mode=view&post_id=24732439&u=7740939 this is not your original work. How do I know this? It is mine. You copy and pasted it from...god knows where and I would like to kindly ask you to remove this journal. Pantheras Lladimieriav, Akheron and everything written in that journal is something that I wrote. Would you like me to prove it?
Here is something you didn't post. That I never posted online.
“You’re back.” His voice was soft, melodic and for the first time, it was sad. “I wondered when you would be.” Aazorn finished speaking, pushing himself away from the wall and striding over to the young man that had fazed in. The Nightmare was a beauty to behold, shoulder length ebony hair fell down around his face. Ancient silver eyes stared out from a pale face and pale lips pulled back to reveal slightly sharper teeth than average.
He strode out, his black cloak moving around him to conform to his lean shape before it disappeared completely, melding into his black business suit that was his trademark. “He hurt you.” He said after a moment of careful studying of the man in front of him. “I thought you said that he didn’t.”
Akheron shrugged, his long hair dampened and slightly curling again as he looked over towards his second in command. “I thought you’d still be out.” He muttered, the darkness of their realm pulling in tighter around the young man, as if trying to shield him from Aazorn’s comments that would be coming. “Why does it matter?” He asked quietly, “It’s not like anyone cares.”
There was a bark of laughter followed by the slightly whistle of air as Aazorn moved faster than Akheron ever hoped to be able to. “No one cares?” Came the soft growl into Akheron’s ear, his breath playing over the sensitive ear before the coy n**. “If no one cared, I would have had you flat on your back by now.” He hissed darkly, reminding Akheron that the Nightmare was a sexual creature that was trying to suppress who he was so that Akheron would continue to stay with him. “Someone cares, your father cares about you more than you think.”
“He left.” The younger man muttered darkly, his violent purple eyes suddenly angered in such a way that said father would never see. “He left after he promised that he wouldn’t.”
“He came back.” Aazorn pointed out as his grip on the young man’s arm grew tight, he may not have liked Kisten but he wasn’t going to let him be short changed by a man that was locked so deep in his own pain that he couldn’t see his father’s. “Let that count for something.”
Now, please be a dear and take off the stolen material from your page. Thank you~ heart
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Uh, Dasha mentioned like a surprise "get together" at your house; but it was a month ago, so idk. Why do you ask?
uhm, so this account i donate too? o_O
Here is something you didn't post. That I never posted online.
“You’re back.” His voice was soft, melodic and for the first time, it was sad. “I wondered when you would be.” Aazorn finished speaking, pushing himself away from the wall and striding over to the young man that had fazed in. The Nightmare was a beauty to behold, shoulder length ebony hair fell down around his face. Ancient silver eyes stared out from a pale face and pale lips pulled back to reveal slightly sharper teeth than average.
He strode out, his black cloak moving around him to conform to his lean shape before it disappeared completely, melding into his black business suit that was his trademark. “He hurt you.” He said after a moment of careful studying of the man in front of him. “I thought you said that he didn’t.”
Akheron shrugged, his long hair dampened and slightly curling again as he looked over towards his second in command. “I thought you’d still be out.” He muttered, the darkness of their realm pulling in tighter around the young man, as if trying to shield him from Aazorn’s comments that would be coming. “Why does it matter?” He asked quietly, “It’s not like anyone cares.”
There was a bark of laughter followed by the slightly whistle of air as Aazorn moved faster than Akheron ever hoped to be able to. “No one cares?” Came the soft growl into Akheron’s ear, his breath playing over the sensitive ear before the coy n**. “If no one cared, I would have had you flat on your back by now.” He hissed darkly, reminding Akheron that the Nightmare was a sexual creature that was trying to suppress who he was so that Akheron would continue to stay with him. “Someone cares, your father cares about you more than you think.”
“He left.” The younger man muttered darkly, his violent purple eyes suddenly angered in such a way that said father would never see. “He left after he promised that he wouldn’t.”
“He came back.” Aazorn pointed out as his grip on the young man’s arm grew tight, he may not have liked Kisten but he wasn’t going to let him be short changed by a man that was locked so deep in his own pain that he couldn’t see his father’s. “Let that count for something.”
Now, please be a dear and take off the stolen material from your page. Thank you~ heart
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