[carniivcrous-blog]

                                         “They are not                                               FRIENDS.”                                              

[fromtitanic-blog]

                                       So you’d better                                                     RUN.                                                 

[ncxtyear-blog1]

herbcvore:

:: ncxtyear

          “Most people are interested in the carnivores;            I think people like the feeling of FEAR, but they            won’t admit it,” Luis paused, looking over at the            younger man. “Why have you been hanging with            the herbivores for so long? Your group is gone.”

"I don’t like the feeling of fear.”   Neil shrugged in reply, not looking away from the creatures in front of him. “I think  that herbivores are my FAVOURITE.” He smiled slightly. “They wont eat me if they          ESCAPE.”

[carniivcrous-blog]

                                          SO YOU’D BETTER                                                          RUN.                                                          

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[ncxtyear-blog1]

aphasiic:

          “It’s a fantastically wonderful experience, being naked.”             Kieren said with a bright smile, walking up to a cream            coloured tent made of a smooth outer cover and a warm            interior lit by a lantern, flowers dispersed on the ground            and a sleeping back placed in the middle. “Isn’t it pretty?”

"Although I feel like we’re talking about two different  times of nakedness, I have to agree.” The male looked towards the tent, a grin growing on his face. Then he turned back to Kieren. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” After a pause, Neil blushed. “That was corny.”

[fromtitanic-blog]

                                           ….ARE YOU?

[ncxtyear-blog1]

aphasiic: 

      “Don’t play games then,” he teased, pulling Neil in        for another kiss. “C’mon – let’s go see the tent.”        Kieren smiled, pulling the other boy along.

With a grin, Neil gave a nod, following the male  towards the tent. “You just want to get naked, don’t you?” He laughed, holding his hand tightly. 

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aphasiic:

      “Well – if you can keep from kissing me for a WHOLE weekend,                then I might have to keep all of my clothes on.”

He closed the gap rather quickly, lips brushing  against the other’s.             “I can’t go one minute without wanting to kiss you,    do you really think I can go the whole weekend?” 

[aphasiic]

                            “Optimist? Amy, I killed myself.”

[ncxtyear-blog1]

aphasiic:

      “Oh?” he inquired, smiling as he saw the fairy lights of        the festival coming closer. “It doesn’t start for an hour        or so, and I went ahead and made up our tent, so –                        you have a chance to kiss me.”

"I don’t know, I might ruin your crown by  accident.” Neil leaned closer to Kieren, a smirk on his lips.     “Maybe I shouldn’t kiss you. Not until the festival is over, at least.” 

[ncxtyear-blog1]

                               There was a way out for                                                       HIM.

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aphasiic:

         “You can absolutely hold my hand,” the boy stated with            a bright and giggling smile. he adjusted the crown of            calla lilies, daisies, and chrysanthemum blooms on his            head with the slender, pale fingers of his free hand.

"Perfect.” The male smiled back, biting down on the tip of his tongue. “You look really cute.     -----I almost want to skip the festival and kiss you senseless.”

[ncxtyear-blog1]

                                There was a way out for                                                    HIM

[ncxtyear-blog1]

aphasiic:

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          “There’s – there’s gonna be a lot of naked people,                           I hope you’re ready for that.”

"I think I can handle it.”       The male gave Kieren a smile, grabbing  hold of his hand.         “Wait, I can hold your hand, right?” 

[ncxtyear-blog1]

                           There was a way out for                                                 HIM.

[ncxtyear-blog1]

aphasiic:

           Kieren’s hands were soft, and warm. the smile            stayed on his pink lips, and he bit gently on his            bottom lip. “Do you want to come to the art room –                                        with me?”

"The art room? Sure.”     Neil never really went that way, his  father hadn’t let him take that class.