“I started planning the cutest wedding today, and honestly even though I’ve only known these guys for a day I really really hope that their marriage lasts. I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about stuff like that because I’m just here to plan the wedding, not to think about their personal lives or their future, but honestly they were just so nice and so sweet and I really wish them the best of luck.” Aroha rambled on. “I hope one day I can have a husband - or a wife - who will love me like they seemed to love each other.”
*DT had promised Marlet to go visit Neon since she wanted him to become better friends with her. He had been looking for the right universe for thirty minutes. Eventually he found what looked to be the right one. His wife had told him that she had told Neon he was coming. The skeleton had to remember where most things where again due to it being a long while since he’d been in the underground.*
*yo nee ya around? mar wanted us to meet up nd talk n stuff?!
Early morning runs with Collie his beloved dog are what Evan lived for. For thirty minutes he could escape the pressures of work, raising a sixteen year old and one year old, missing his parents and be a single thirty two year old. Watching the ocean and sun rise was something he loved. “Collie come back!” he said as his dog spotted someone with food and barking raced over towards her. Evan caught up and oranges out of breath. “Sorry about that. He tends to get away from me whe food is around.”
Farkle nocked on the door that led to one of the sixth year’s girl’s room, the Slytherin dorms were a lot more relaxed about inter-House visitors between the sexes and the knock was more out of courtesy than protection from any spells in place. When the door opened to Maya’s room, Farkle made a pouty face and held up a large box of candy, they were Maya’s favorite and a blatant bribe. “I’m in trouble deep, Pen.”
Coming home from work, Walker was overheating and exhausted. He wished he could have his birthday off work, but being the boss meant he had to put in longer hours than anyone else. Dropping his bags by the door, Walker immediately stripped off his tie, letting it hang loose around his neck and unfastened the top few buttons on his shirt. “Babe…?” He called out as he walked slowly down the hallway.
“Unless you’re here to apologize for all the people who lust after you and make my life miserable, Artemis, I fail to see what you need from me. Unless of course, you’ve grown tired of being a virgin goddess and wish to feel the pleasure without the sex. “
>>> Armand was far from pleased with the feast. Normally, he was ecstatic about them. He loved food, wine, and music. But he knew the business of this feast was to meet with people, and he was sick of meeting with people. He’d been having to do that quite a lot lately, and this meeting was by far the worst. He was expected to be married, and he didn’t wish to. He had no say, however. It was for the good of the kingdom.
He hated that it was forced. He liked women, but he was certainly more drawn to men, and he knew what would happen if he ever spoke out about it. It was certainly something he hoped he could challenge once his father passed and he became king. Surely, he would become a good king.
This was the fourth time this week. Someone kept ding-dong ditching her and she had enough. She slowly stood up and made her way to the door. With every step her anger grew. She made it to her front door and began to unlock it. She swung it open with force and there she saw the back of a cowboy hat. ‘Of course.’ She thought. She angrily grabbed his poncho and pulled him back.
“This town ain’t big enough for the two of us, McCree.”
“you’ve never been with anybody?” the male asks with his eyes widened and eyebrows raised in shock. “no don’t get me wrong, i mean it’s not bad or anything, but it’s just like… you know… strange. not in a bad way, of course.” he didn’t want to sound rude or anything like that, but he probably did. “so like… you’ve never kissed anyone?” luka asks, waiting for an answer.
Prince Teledji Adeledji owner of the Mirage Trust, he knew quite well the dangers of his own business and the many eyes of envy stabbing daggers at his back. Despite that he was walking through the city as if he owned every stone of the paving under his feet. His seemingly calm exterior was greatly contributed by the fact he always had at least three guards with himself. He was interested in nothing but the finest when it came to his security.
Usually with busy schedule, today he had to make a stop at the pugilist guild and look at what the guildmaster could offer for eventual employment. He found himself short on some guards after an accident by the Gold Saucer.
Reassured that the selected five are the best and exceeding in combat, the prince turned to examine each and every one of them with a most critical eye.
“oh hey. no you’re not interrupting anything,” he smiles widely. “i was just writing a song. well, actually i was trying to write a song. i’ve been sitting on my ass for the past five hours, trying to come up with some lyrics, but i somehow can’t concentrate at all. i don’t know what’s happening. i guess i’m just not as creative as i used to be,” he chuckled, moving to the side so that the other could sit beside him. “did you need anything or?”