Dec 8, 2014
how-we-say-hello
"— Ah, great. Landed in the middle of flarkin' nowhere, just my luck.”
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how-we-say-hello
"— Ah, great. Landed in the middle of flarkin' nowhere, just my luck.”
"Oh! Finally! A person! Thank heavens!"
"I don't need your pity."
"And who the hell said I give a damn?… Your inconsequential troubles are no concern of mine…”
An Uncomfortable Arrangement || Closed Rp
Sitka had spent weeks soaking up the sunshine, watching his skin turn at least 3 shades darker than usual in the heat of the southern summer. He had taken particular interest in the harvest, helping out most days bringing in the crops. The land had always interested him, it built and sustained life it was so important to return that favour. It was the only way to survive in the north, there the fertile land was much rarer and far more precious than down here where you could dig a whole in the back yard and go for gold with almost any plant you wanted.
The water was clear and temperate and the sunsets were the sky on fire, he felt like these lands could almost be paradise but that was the thing about paradise, you could never stay under sapphire skies for too long. He had managed to befriend a good number of his extended family in the village he had even noticed a few girls glance his way more than once. Pocahontas had shown him the best swimming spots and the secluded places to get away and he felt almost indebted to her for doing so. The thoughts spun as he did laying on his back floating quietly downstream, as he drifted a familiar whistle pulled him from his wonderings.
"Pocha? Is that you?" he asked rotating his body in the rippling water
{Blind meme} Pocahontas sighed, a sympathetic whimper. "It will be alright." She attempted to soothe him. "We can figure out something out. How to get around it." A gentle hand reached out to him, but she felt silly, knowing he couldn't see it. Bashfully, Pocahontas recoiled, a frown plastered her lips.
My muse has been in an accident, leaving them permanently blind. what does your muse say when they see mine?
Saix had lived very nearly in the darkness for years, and yet there had always been light enough to see. But now? Now everything was black. There was nothing. No light. And worst of all, his lack of sight rendered him entirely useless to the Organization.
"No it won’t…" The Diviner didn’t even try to hide the depression in his voice. "The second my superior finds out about this, he will personally assure I cease existing. I can’t even return home to hide my children someplace safe…"
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6. Fingers kiss
"Hey, hey—no touching!"Brooklyn hurriedly curled his fingers around her wrist and yanked it back from the stove. Perhaps it was not the best idea to have taken her back to Manhattan…then again it would have been easier if he had a say in it.
Then again he should have expected that the young native woman would have jumped at the chance for adventure…literally onto his back with her arms around his neck.
"Was that really fire?" Pocahontas asked as she eyed the flame the stove spouted out, mesmerized by the machine.
Releasing her wrist, the gargoyle nodded. “Yes,” and then his eyebrow ridges furrowed at her slightly burned fingers. “And just because it doesn’t look like it-doesn’t mean it doesn’t burn ya.”
Without thinking, he brought her fingers up to his mouth to kiss before he realized just exactly what he was doing. Dropping her hand, he gestured to the sink with an embarrassed cough.
"Go run it under cold water."
"What's wrong? Did you get hit?"
Danger inspired sentense memes
"I’m fine, genuinely," Saix muttered in response. He’d had to quickly hide behind some rocks, not because he’d been hit, but because he’d gotten a tad bit sick. "Just… How do you say… Sick." He wasn’t sure that was quite the word he wanted, but it would do for now.
"What did you just call me?" { I hope I'm not too late :D }
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3. Babe.
"Some bastardized terminology that I would much rather not repeat. But returning to my own tongue, I shall translate; you are a very beautiful woman."
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