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lips and perfect skin (Adria) - Doctor - 04-17-2019 Time. Time is an interesting thing when you have a mother that twists every second this way and that. It feels so strange, it feels like nothing is ever right. It has made Doctor wonder, it has made him laugh. It has made him stare at the stars and wonder whether any time has passed, whether he is even real at all. He often tucks his chin to his breast; he questions the very turning of the world around him. Is this even real? He wanders, and he wanders alone. He had once known love and he had known the curling hug of his mother. Both are now gone so he haunts the shadows like a fiend. He watches the world from afar. He likes it there, in the dark where it feels a little safe and where he may at least have time to consider his options. But suddenly there she is. A lovely little goldish-colored creature. His eyes stick on her and he freezes. She is too beautiful to pass by, and he knows that he is unfit. Still, he stops and he stares, curious and full of awe. Some part of him tells him to leave her be - you’ll only ruin her - but a stronger side urges him forward. Doctor slips from the shadows he loves so dear and into the summer sun. It is light upon his back and it makes him smile, makes him lift his head a little so that he seems a little more normal. But then, just as soon as he puts that handsome smile on, it sheds away to anyone wiser than those with experience. “My, aren’t you beautiful?” @Adria RE: lips and perfect skin (Adria) - Adria - 04-20-2019 For once her life Adria walks away from Silver Cove and she doesn’t stop. She walks past the water and its ever-present, tinkling sounds. Her steps lead her through the bare desert of Pangea, quiet and nearly empty. What did it matter if she caught the plague now? The mountain itself was cracked apart, bleeding for them all. Her heart felt the same and it hurt. The dry dust of her journey gathers on her golden skin (though it seems to be fading these days, turning darker while her mane grows lighter) and she keeps on as if totally consumed by her thoughts. They remain circling around Clayton and the black mare, replaying his indecision and weakness. How could she have been so stupid? He was destined to hold a crown. He already had a queen ready. What was she except a complication? Kaka ki gen koulé pal estipid she curses him in her thoughts, still too much a lady to say such things out loud even though he certainly deserved it. The islanders believed a curse spoken was one you couldn’t take back, and Clayton (for all his many, many faults) wasn’t someone she necessarily wanted to stick that evil on. She sighed, realizing her heart was still too kind. It needed hardening. The nereid pauses to lift her head and catch her bearings. She’s standing in the meadow, knee-deep in the waves of green and not far from the shady repose of a few trees. Burning from the mindless walk, she rests her legs and notices a flicker of movement that separates itself from those trees. A stallion - big, bold, framed in black - stunning all the same. He compliments her as a way of introduction and, normally, she would respond with a shy rebuttal but in the heat of moment something overcomes her. For some reason she wants to be uncaring, she wants to take a risk, so she lifts her lovely little head and pins him to the spot with bright, purple eyes. “Not bad yourself.” She replies, the tone of her voice heavy with an island accent. Everything inside of her warns against engaging with this stranger but she doesn’t care. She takes a few bold step towards him and offers her nose. “Alone?” She asks him, “If so, not for long. I could use some company.” The heavy undertone of that innuendo can’t be mistaken. She’s willing, and he seems available. @[Doctor] phone post, but I wanted to get a reply up RE: lips and perfect skin (Adria) - Doctor - 04-22-2019 i am weeping shades of indigo Doctor RE: lips and perfect skin (Adria) - Adria - 04-23-2019 -Adria- Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me @[Doctor] ok so I'm obsessed with them now |