10-10-2008, 05:09 AM
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| http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/v ... anskje.jpg);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;">ans serif; font-size:12px;line-height:12px;text-align:justify;color:#585454; padding:12px;margin-bottom:220px;"> --- She turned away and he looked straight into those sorrowful eyes. The white hand floated up and ended up in his own. He grasped it ever so lightly, letting fingers brush over the back of the soft white fur on her hand. He let a sad smile enter his face, making it clear that he actually did understand what she meant when she came up with her sad reply. He understood. Though, emptiness had been everything he had known. Firefly had it in her name, she was fire. Deuce was earth, a mountain, strong and everlasting.
Then it was the wrong pick, my darling. He bowed his neck and kissed the back of the queen's hand. He should not be here. He should have been in Dahlia. The male did not seem to be able to control himself as of lately. He twisted his hand slightly and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him. His left hand was placed on her back. He had a small idea of where this would go, but the voice in his head cooed comforting sounds. He opened his mouth slightly, but decided that it maybe would be best to remain quiet.
The hand resting on the female's back hinted for her to come closer by adding a slight pressure. They both needed therapy it seemed, so.. why not lick eachother's injuries? |