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hh_mirror2008-09-16 09:05 pm
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Closed RP: Hey, it's not the 29th of February...or, why folk traditions can get stuffed
((Sex abounds (FINALLY). You have been warned.))
Here's the thing about boys. The ones that act tough, macho, and cool generally are--until you take something away from them that they really wanted. Then they turn into Byron, but only keeping bears in their lodgings for warmth and smoking opium in extreme situations.
On a scale of Byronic 1-10, Mel estimates Brice is a 5 or so. He might not have slept. If he has, he cried into the pillow, or destroyed a piece of furniture before he did. Maybe he got drunk. He tends to forget how he died when he really wants a drink.
Unsure if she's facing a hangover, a case of sleep deprivation, tears or splinters, Mel walks into their room silently. Her own ring is burning a hole in her jeans pocket--it's like it shines brightly, even through the box. She tells herself not to worry, she'll be fine, and hey, at least nothing's broken, ripped, or puked on...
Here's the thing about boys. The ones that act tough, macho, and cool generally are--until you take something away from them that they really wanted. Then they turn into Byron, but only keeping bears in their lodgings for warmth and smoking opium in extreme situations.
On a scale of Byronic 1-10, Mel estimates Brice is a 5 or so. He might not have slept. If he has, he cried into the pillow, or destroyed a piece of furniture before he did. Maybe he got drunk. He tends to forget how he died when he really wants a drink.
Unsure if she's facing a hangover, a case of sleep deprivation, tears or splinters, Mel walks into their room silently. Her own ring is burning a hole in her jeans pocket--it's like it shines brightly, even through the box. She tells herself not to worry, she'll be fine, and hey, at least nothing's broken, ripped, or puked on...
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The first time Brice came to Heaven he'd never found his own activity for lone study. He hadn't looked particularly hard for it nor been interested in anything but Angel Watch, to see if he could look after his brother that way. Singing or playing the bongos or taking care of animals did not appeal at all. Then he'd Fallen, and come back, and those Wednesday afternoons were filled with talks on How He Was Doing with Michael. Not exactly lone study, but it had to be done. And then Hogwarts, and Mel, and virtually every study here was on your own. He had yet to find that special something that made him glow with extra angelic energy.
Though this came pretty damn close.
He hummed with delight as she was completely undressed, drinking her in eagerly. She was beautiful. And she was his. She'd just promised. He leaned in and kissed her again, and his hand went to stroke the unbelievably silky skin of her inner thigh.
"Hey gorgeous," he murmured. "I love you."