The boy weeping against the castle walls did not seem to be capable of doing anything other than lamenting his despair. Although he was rubbing his flaxen lockes against the cold stone, the motion only served to make his golden threads seem more stylish, as if the beautiful, ethereal wonder had recently been marvelously ravished.
He turned at the sound of another, revealing a pink, nearly translucent dressing gown... and a heavy belly. He waddled over to her and expressed, in a silky, honey-tongued voice, "i'm Prignunt! :("
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Date: 2008-12-15 01:48 am (UTC)He turned at the sound of another, revealing a pink, nearly translucent dressing gown... and a heavy belly. He waddled over to her and expressed, in a silky, honey-tongued voice, "i'm Prignunt! :("