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@southern-milk
Guess who, handsame!!
Why, if it ain’t Miss Mareh Milk Maiden! How ah’ve missed yeh these past few hours! How’ve yeh bin?
She ran to him and hugged him tightly, kissing his lips gently but lovingly. "Ah've missed yeh the same, mah darlin' Harpah! Ah've been milkin' the cows for Granneh today. Then Ah helped China Rosa with her laundreh an' now Ah'm free o' mah chores. How 'ave yeh been, sweetie?"
"My character has just done something stupid in anger. Call them out on it!" Harpah! Why did yeh brin' all the laundreh down? Now it's all dirty again, look, it's on the mud... Are yeh goin' to clean them clothes up again now? (Do it to me too, I beg you! xD)
Harper let out an elongated and dramatised groan. “Fiiine, ah’ll sort ‘em out. Jus’ give meh a minute.” he said, rolling his eyes.
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Maiden also chuckled, no matter how she didn’t want to do so and bent down with him to help him, smirking up at him. “Yeh pig, make meh wanna ‘elp yeh every time!”
He flashed her a cheeky smile. “Yeh don’t ‘ave to, ah made this mess.”
She smirked at him and shook her head, kissing his nose. "Ah'll always 'elp yeh, darlin'. Now, will y'all tell meh what happened to yeh and are behavin' this way?"
(Meme) Maiden! What th' heck d'ya'll think yer doin', goin' 'round knockin' off Granny's best vases from th' table?! She sure ain't gunna be happeh when she finds out.
Maiden tunred to look at Harper, holding another vase which she threw down before pouting like a child. “Good, Ah ain’t no throwin’ any more then! Ah’m done! Happeh?!”
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Mary looked at him and also sighed, starting to slowly gather the pieces one by one with him. “Thank yeh, mah love…” She whispered.
"Now tell meh…" he spoke softly, "what’s gotten yeh so worked up?"
She looked at him, frowning. "Ah 'ave no idea, Ah think Granneh angered meh a bit earlier... We 'ad a fight..."
(Meme) Maiden! What th' heck d'ya'll think yer doin', goin' 'round knockin' off Granny's best vases from th' table?! She sure ain't gunna be happeh when she finds out.
Maiden tunred to look at Harper, holding another vase which she threw down before pouting like a child. “Good, Ah ain’t no throwin’ any more then! Ah’m done! Happeh?!”
Harper sighed, resting his head in his hands momentarily before looking back up at her. “Lemme help yeh clean up this mess…”
Mary looked at him and also sighed, starting to slowly gather the pieces one by one with him. "Thank yeh, mah love..." She whispered.
"My character has just done something stupid in anger. Call them out on it!" Harpah! Why did yeh brin' all the laundreh down? Now it's all dirty again, look, it's on the mud... Are yeh goin' to clean them clothes up again now? (Do it to me too, I beg you! xD)
Harper let out an elongated and dramatised groan. “Fiiine, ah’ll sort ‘em out. Jus’ give meh a minute.” he said, rolling his eyes.
Mary nodded and crossed her arms, sighing annoyed and shaking her head at how Harper was behaving. “Ah won’t tell Granneh either, yeh’re luckeh Ah love yeh…”
Harper couldn’t help but to chuckle as he bent down to pick up the laundry that lay strewn across the mud. “Ah know ah am.”
Maiden also chuckled, no matter how she didn't want to do so and bent down with him to help him, smirking up at him. "Yeh pig, make meh wanna 'elp yeh every time!"
(Meme) Maiden! What th' heck d'ya'll think yer doin', goin' 'round knockin' off Granny's best vases from th' table?! She sure ain't gunna be happeh when she finds out.
Maiden tunred to look at Harper, holding another vase which she threw down before pouting like a child. "Good, Ah ain't no throwin' any more then! Ah'm done! Happeh?!"
"My character has just done something stupid in anger. Call them out on it!" Harpah! Why did yeh brin' all the laundreh down? Now it's all dirty again, look, it's on the mud... Are yeh goin' to clean them clothes up again now? (Do it to me too, I beg you! xD)
Harper let out an elongated and dramatised groan. “Fiiine, ah’ll sort ‘em out. Jus’ give meh a minute.” he said, rolling his eyes.
Mary nodded and crossed her arms, sighing annoyed and shaking her head at how Harper was behaving. "Ah won't tell Granneh either, yeh're luckeh Ah love yeh..."
"*shakes him a bit and tries to wake him up* Harpah, honeh? Wake up, are yeh okay? Is it a bad dream?"
Your Muse hears mine screaming in their sleep. How does your Muse react?
Harper woke up with a jolt and an audible gasp, clinging to Mary as tightly as he could without hurting her. “I…I - yeah, a bad dream.” he informed, attempting to shake the images from his head. “God, Mary…ah saw it…ah saw it all…th-the war.” he whimpered as tears pricked in his eyes.
Not much ever really got to him - he was a tough lad - but this…this did get to him, in the form of horrific nightmares. Harper finally loosened his grip around the female, and flopped back down on to his bed with a huff, his breathing uneven and a little heavier than usual. “Dang it…”
He very much hated to lose his cool like this, especially in front of Mary.
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She knew that what she and Harper were sharing was one fo a kind. No other was like that, their relationship had been since the civil war and even a bit more, before it started. They loved eachother for nearly a century and a half. Maiden loved this.
She gazed back into his own blue eyes and got lost in them. Like two pools dragging her into them, making her heart beat way faster than normal. With a content sigh, she leaned closer to him as he moved to kiss her. “Harpah…” She breathed his own name before kissing him back softly but yet lovingly, holding him closer, resting her hands on his arms.
In these moments, love swallowed him whole. It washed over him entirely, rendering him incapable of focussing on anything else but Mary’s sweet lips. There was no way to escape it, though he wouldn’t wish to even if there were. Nothing made this dead man feel more alive than this. He ever so slightly deepened the kiss, letting out a soft moan of delight. “Yer like magic…powerful, intoxicatin’ magic…”
Mary enjoyed this like nothing else. Years, centuries, her whole afterlife could just continue with Harper alone, without killing Yankees, and she still would be happy as never before. She only needed him to fel complete. She let herself got lost in the kiss, her eyes closing to feel it more and her hands stroked his arms, moving up to his chest and resting htere lightly, deepening the kiss back, smiling into it. His moan made her shiver and she opened her eyes to look at her lovebord, her pools glowing vividly. "Yeh're more... Yeh must 'ave bewitched meh, there's no other explaination that this... What 'ave yeh done ta meh, Harpah boy?"
"*shakes him a bit and tries to wake him up* Harpah, honeh? Wake up, are yeh okay? Is it a bad dream?"
Your Muse hears mine screaming in their sleep. How does your Muse react?
Harper woke up with a jolt and an audible gasp, clinging to Mary as tightly as he could without hurting her. “I…I - yeah, a bad dream.” he informed, attempting to shake the images from his head. “God, Mary…ah saw it…ah saw it all…th-the war.” he whimpered as tears pricked in his eyes.
Not much ever really got to him - he was a tough lad - but this…this did get to him, in the form of horrific nightmares. Harper finally loosened his grip around the female, and flopped back down on to his bed with a huff, his breathing uneven and a little heavier than usual. “Dang it…”
He very much hated to lose his cool like this, especially in front of Mary.
Mary saw Harper’s soft blushing and a chuckle left her lips. She really loved him, if there was one weakness she had, that was Harper. She would do anythign for him at the blink of an eye. Anything at all, even die for him.
She watched as he took another sip of the milk, stroking his chest in circles, feeling complete and truly happy with him. Harper was hapiness for her, simple as that. “Aww, Ah’m gonna make it for yeh every time yeh ask fer it. Yeh’ll always ‘ave it. Milk an’ so much more from meh. Ah promise.” She grinned at him, sinking into his arm and hugging him back tightly, his own scent filling her nostrils and driving her crazy. So amazing, just like him. “As Ah’ve never met anyone like yeh, Harper. Yeh’re everythin’ to meh, baby.” She held his face into her hands and brought her own closer. “Everythin’.”
The special bond he had with Mary was rare to find in two people. They knew each other, truly knew each other, able to tell how the other was feeling just from a simple look. Harper didn’t share this with anybody else. It was too close, too personal. Only with Mary could he do this.
Harper gazed deeply in to her eyes as she took his face in to her hands, smiling happily. With her, utter contentment became attainable. He couldn’t bare to think what life would be like without her. It seemed almost unimaginable. “Mary…” Tucking her hair behind her ear, Harper leaned in to close the short distance between them, softly pressing his lips against her own.
She knew that what she and Harper were sharing was one fo a kind. No other was like that, their relationship had been since the civil war and even a bit more, before it started. They loved eachother for nearly a century and a half. Maiden loved this.
She gazed back into his own blue eyes and got lost in them. Like two pools dragging her into them, making her heart beat way faster than normal. With a content sigh, she leaned closer to him as he moved to kiss her. "Harpah..." She breathed his own name before kissing him back softly but yet lovingly, holding him closer, resting her hands on his arms.
"*shakes him a bit and tries to wake him up* Harpah, honeh? Wake up, are yeh okay? Is it a bad dream?"
Your Muse hears mine screaming in their sleep. How does your Muse react?
Harper woke up with a jolt and an audible gasp, clinging to Mary as tightly as he could without hurting her. “I…I - yeah, a bad dream.” he informed, attempting to shake the images from his head. “God, Mary…ah saw it…ah saw it all…th-the war.” he whimpered as tears pricked in his eyes.
Not much ever really got to him - he was a tough lad - but this…this did get to him, in the form of horrific nightmares. Harper finally loosened his grip around the female, and flopped back down on to his bed with a huff, his breathing uneven and a little heavier than usual. “Dang it…”
He very much hated to lose his cool like this, especially in front of Mary.
southern-milk:
Mary always wanted to help Harper as much as she could. He had these issues, trouble sleeping at times, getting lost in his memories of the war back then. She would do anythign to alleviate them, to make her loved one feel better.
She smiled at him, turning her head and kissing his hand. “Don’ thank meh, darlin’.” She got up and turned her head several times as she was heating the milk for him while humming softly, watching his face calming down, this being a kind of reassurabce for her that her methods were already working. She returned with the mlk and placed a soft kiss o his lips before he drank from the cup and as he drank, she kissed his forehead. “Yeh really like it, sweetie? Ah made it for yeh so it’s filled with love an’ care. Ah love yeh so so much, Harper honey!” She beamed and rested her head lightly on his shoulder, looking up at him. “No, no need to be sorreh, it’s better that Ah woke up. How could Ah help yeh if Ah hadn’t?” She offered him her warmest smile.
A soft, pink blush came over Harper’s cheeks as Mary kissed his hand, his fingers wrapping in a light grip around hers once she had. Her company had the most wonderful feel to it, making any worries of his almost instantly disappear. He supposed that was love.
He took another drink from the cup before placing it down on to the side table next to his bed. “Ain’t never a time ah don’t love yer milk, mah pretty darlin’!” Harper smiled, her words giving him a warm feeling all over. “Ah love yeh, too.”
When Mary was around, everything was just fine. He leaned forwards to embrace her in his arms, taking in her lovely scent. “What would ah do without yeh, huh?” he wondered, reaching to smooth a hand up and down her back. “I ain’t never met no one like yeh, Mary. No one at all. Yer one of a kind, yeh know that? Yeh truly are.”
Mary saw Harper's soft blushing and a chuckle left her lips. She really loved him, if there was one weakness she had, that was Harper. She would do anythign for him at the blink of an eye. Anything at all, even die for him.
She watched as he took another sip of the milk, stroking his chest in circles, feeling complete and truly happy with him. Harper was hapiness for her, simple as that. "Aww, Ah'm gonna make it for yeh every time yeh ask fer it. Yeh'll always 'ave it. Milk an' so much more from meh. Ah promise." She grinned at him, sinking into his arm and hugging him back tightly, his own scent filling her nostrils and driving her crazy. So amazing, just like him. "As Ah've never met anyone like yeh, Harper. Yeh're everythin' to meh, baby." She held his face into her hands and brought her own closer. "Everythin'."
My character has just done something stupid in anger. Call them out on it!
"*shakes him a bit and tries to wake him up* Harpah, honeh? Wake up, are yeh okay? Is it a bad dream?"
Your Muse hears mine screaming in their sleep. How does your Muse react?
Harper woke up with a jolt and an audible gasp, clinging to Mary as tightly as he could without hurting her. “I…I - yeah, a bad dream.” he informed, attempting to shake the images from his head. “God, Mary…ah saw it…ah saw it all…th-the war.” he whimpered as tears pricked in his eyes.
Not much ever really got to him - he was a tough lad - but this…this did get to him, in the form of horrific nightmares. Harper finally loosened his grip around the female, and flopped back down on to his bed with a huff, his breathing uneven and a little heavier than usual. “Dang it…”
He very much hated to lose his cool like this, especially in front of Mary.
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She kept stroking hisbare chest lovingly, smiling and cooing to him to relax him even more. Harper was all her life, she couldn’t stand seeing him like this. He was her heart’s special. She smiled as he reassured her that he felt better already and then raised both her eyebrows and widened her eyes lightly to pay attention to his request and nodded, chuckling and smiling more, giving him a gentle but loving kiss on his forehead. “Of course yeh will ‘ave a glass of milk, mah darlin’. Stay ‘ere and Ah’ll make it for yeh, Ah’ll serve yeh ‘ere in bed to be comfy. Jus’ a moment, mah love.” She gently got out of bed after placing a second kiss on his forehead and went to the kitchen to prepare a cup of milk, wraming it up a little so that it didn’t freeze him, being the middle of the night and she smiled, humming an old Southern country baland before returning to him, handing him his milk carefully. “There yeh’re, mah love. Drink up before it gets cold, Ah took the initiative to warm it up a little for yeh.”
He smiled softly after her as she left to fetch the milk at his request. “Thank yeh, darlin’!” he spoke through a quiet murmur. The way Mary was always so attentive and caring towards him truly warmed his heart. Somewhere underneath that hard, Southern exterior was the Harper Alexander that just wanted some affection now and then. He listened to her humming as she thoughtfully warmed the milk for him, finding it helped him even further to relax a little more, almost like a lullaby. He sat up properly as Mary returned in to the room, taking the milk, and smiling appreciatively across at her. “Ain’t yeh jus’ as sweet as cherry pie, huh?” he commented before taking a large gulp from the cup. “Delicious, as always!” he noted, “Ah really appreciate yeh helpin’ me like this, yeh know. Ah’m sorry if ah woke yeh earlier.”
Mary always wanted to help Harper as much as she could. He had these issues, trouble sleeping at times, getting lost in his memories of the war back then. She would do anythign to alleviate them, to make her loved one feel better.
She smiled at him, turning her head and kissing his hand. "Don' thank meh, darlin'." She got up and turned her head several times as she was heating the milk for him while humming softly, watching his face calming down, this being a kind of reassurabce for her that her methods were already working. She returned with the mlk and placed a soft kiss o his lips before he drank from the cup and as he drank, she kissed his forehead. "Yeh really like it, sweetie? Ah made it for yeh so it's filled with love an' care. Ah love yeh so so much, Harper honey!" She beamed and rested her head lightly on his shoulder, looking up at him. "No, no need to be sorreh, it's better that Ah woke up. How could Ah help yeh if Ah hadn't?" She offered him her warmest smile.
"*shakes him a bit and tries to wake him up* Harpah, honeh? Wake up, are yeh okay? Is it a bad dream?"
Your Muse hears mine screaming in their sleep. How does your Muse react?
Harper woke up with a jolt and an audible gasp, clinging to Mary as tightly as he could without hurting her. “I…I - yeah, a bad dream.” he informed, attempting to shake the images from his head. “God, Mary…ah saw it…ah saw it all…th-the war.” he whimpered as tears pricked in his eyes.
Not much ever really got to him - he was a tough lad - but this…this did get to him, in the form of horrific nightmares. Harper finally loosened his grip around the female, and flopped back down on to his bed with a huff, his breathing uneven and a little heavier than usual. “Dang it…”
He very much hated to lose his cool like this, especially in front of Mary.
Mary frowned and hugged him tightly, also not that tightly as in to hurt him and tried to dry the sweat from his forehead and neck as he whimpered an dshe listened to him. It was horrible, Harper had this kind of nightmares about the Civil War mny nights and it was happening again and again. She was honestly sad seeing him like this. She craddled him there and made light shushing sounds to relax him. Ow, baby… Relax, Ah know how it’s like… Ah ‘ave these nighmares too at times… Take some deep breaths, mah love.” She kissed his cheek to relax him more and laid down next to him, her hand gently stroking his chest in circles as he breathed heavily on the bed. “Tell meh, baby, is there anythin’ Ah can do for yeh? Let meh help yeh, sweetie.”
"Yer right, yer right, ah need t’ jus’ relax…" he nodded quickly, managing to successfully slow his breathing down to a more regular pace. Mary’s arms around him seemed to have a perfect calming effect on him. Harper became less tense with time, and soon his eyes were able to concentrate on her hand circling his chest. "Thank yeh, Mary…ah’m feelin’ a lot bettah already, actually." he managed a small smile up at her, despite still being a little shaken up. He sat up slowly, resting his elbows on the bed. "Ah’ll tell yeh what ah would love, though. A glass of yer wonderful milk!"
She kept stroking hisbare chest lovingly, smiling and cooing to him to relax him even more. Harper was all her life, she couldn't stand seeing him like this. He was her heart's special. She smiled as he reassured her that he felt better already and then raised both her eyebrows and widened her eyes lightly to pay attention to his request and nodded, chuckling and smiling more, giving him a gentle but loving kiss on his forehead. "Of course yeh will 'ave a glass of milk, mah darlin'. Stay 'ere and Ah'll make it for yeh, Ah'll serve yeh 'ere in bed to be comfy. Jus' a moment, mah love." She gently got out of bed after placing a second kiss on his forehead and went to the kitchen to prepare a cup of milk, wraming it up a little so that it didn't freeze him, being the middle of the night and she smiled, humming an old Southern country baland before returning to him, handing him his milk carefully. "There yeh're, mah love. Drink up before it gets cold, Ah took the initiative to warm it up a little for yeh."
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"*shakes him a bit and tries to wake him up* Harpah, honeh? Wake up, are yeh okay? Is it a bad dream?"
Your Muse hears mine screaming in their sleep. How does your Muse react?
Harper woke up with a jolt and an audible gasp, clinging to Mary as tightly as he could without hurting her. “I…I - yeah, a bad dream.” he informed, attempting to shake the images from his head. “God, Mary…ah saw it…ah saw it all…th-the war.” he whimpered as tears pricked in his eyes.
Not much ever really got to him - he was a tough lad - but this…this did get to him, in the form of horrific nightmares. Harper finally loosened his grip around the female, and flopped back down on to his bed with a huff, his breathing uneven and a little heavier than usual. “Dang it…”
He very much hated to lose his cool like this, especially in front of Mary.
Mary frowned and hugged him tightly, also not that tightly as in to hurt him and tried to dry the sweat from his forehead and neck as he whimpered an dshe listened to him. It was horrible, Harper had this kind of nightmares about the Civil War mny nights and it was happening again and again. She was honestly sad seeing him like this. She craddled him there and made light shushing sounds to relax him. Ow, baby... Relax, Ah know how it's like... Ah 'ave these nighmares too at times... Take some deep breaths, mah love." She kissed his cheek to relax him more and laid down next to him, her hand gently stroking his chest in circles as he breathed heavily on the bed. "Tell meh, baby, is there anythin' Ah can do for yeh? Let meh help yeh, sweetie."
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