#coeurdedanses

[awfulheart]

Honey, Coffee

honey:type out the last text you sent

'just because you can deep fry it doesn't mean you should.  thats why darwinism exists.'

coffee:surprise coffee ask! how do you take your coffee?

Black.  Like my soul.

I don't actually.

[tharralea]

♫

♫ -- nose kiss

Andres initial response was to scrunch his nose. He was actually a bit caught off guard by the gesture -- not used to being shown affection with those outside his family. Finally, he smiled a little. "...what was that for?"

[theghostshrinkarchive]

[sms; zoe] Guess who's in New York?

[sms; Tou] Oh my gosh. Really?  Where are you?!?! I'm throwing on clothes and meeting you wherever you are.

[sms; Tou] Unless you're having sexy time. In which case, I don't know why you're texting me. 

[awfulheart]

Petit Déjeuner

Perhaps it's out of necessity that she swaddles herself in layers of fabric and hurries onto the streets.  In late morning, there is still the evening chill, but the sun has risen illuminating shop windows and scattered leaves on the ground.  A few other people are moving on the streets, and she passes them without much thought, so long as no one gets in her way.  There is no other motivation besides someone else making food.

Part of why she likes this place is because not only are they usually open bright and early, but there is a variety of food available.  However, the lights are off.  No one is there.  This is a huge disappointment, though, thankfully, there seems to be someone else around who is hopefully more knowledgeable than her.  "Do you know when they open?"  

[thewaywardwomen]

Strange Meetings – Toulouse and Gerda

Gerda found herself in a strange city. So many lights, the smell of warm bread and cigarette smoke floating through the frosty air. And she felt so utterly out of place among the ladies and gentlemen who were dressed in nice clothing, and here she was, ribbons in her brown hair, a long braid in the front of her hair, and clearly from the country. Is this what people were wearing in the big cities now? 

Her feet stop in their tracks as she sees a flower shop through the misty air. Bare feet lead her to the window front as she raises on her tiptoes to look at them closer. At the sight of the roses, however, she feels a lump form in her throat, turning away quickly, and almost runs into a nearby person. The tall man curses at her in another language, a language she didn't know, and she feels her chest tighten in anger at his rudeness. "Sorry. I didn't see you there, Sir." She quickly says, trying to hide the fact that her eyes were growing misty at the memories that rushed through her mind. Kay. 

Lightly, she pushes past him to go down the street, but he grabs her arm. "So where's the play you're in, hmmm? What's your hurry, darling?" Her eyes widen, and she pulls her arm out of his grasp. "Please. Don't touch me." 

[thewaywardwomen]

coeurdedanses replied to your post: coeurdedanses replied to...

winging is good when it comes to us me thinks lol

I thought so as well. :3 Plotting never seems to go anywhere. XD 

[thewaywardwomen]

coeurdedanses replied to your post: coeurdedanses replied to your post: ooc;  May just...

tutu :3

ooc; That's sort of what I thought. :3 Any ideas? Or should we just wing it? 

[thewaywardwomen]

coeurdedanses replied to your post: ooc;  May just lurk here. Anyone want to plot...

sure thing jelly bean

Woooo! Anyone in particular you want her to meet?