@mitdiesemherz
❝ Pray for me, hermano.... I think I owe you an apology. ❞
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@mitdiesemherz
❝ Pray for me, hermano.... I think I owe you an apology. ❞
❝Bite me.❞ (It'll be cute Anselm pretending to be a vampire)
Send “Bite Me” for my muse’s reaction to being bitten by your muse.@mitdiesemherz
There was many things the two of them had down before but this seemed like a bit of a turn of events. One moment she was the one baring her fangs and the next his mouth was on her neck. Naturally she felt a rush, giggling softly she tightened her grip on him, pressing close. “Harder, amour.” She half teased as she bit her lower lip.
I dreamed a dream
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For someone born into darkness where else was there to find peace other than one’s dreams. In your dreams what was going on in reality didn’t matter, anything was possible. In your dreams you could escape and be free to do anything and everything. The only problem was, with dreams came nightmares, something Claudia knew a great deal about.
More times than none it started with heat, something she wasn’t use to. Alone, Claudia sat looking up at the sky towards the open roof of the tower. Everything in side her told her day was approaching yet there was nothing she could do to escape it. You’d think that because she had this nightmare so often that she’d be able to change it, know how to create a better outcome. Yet each time she was frozen with fear, reliving the worst night of her existence, but it wasn’t the night, it was the day. Silent blood tears stained her cheeks as her body trembled with what was so come.
“Anselm!” She found herself sobbing. Not knowing what to do she called on the only person she could think to rely on. “Please, Anselm! Anselm!” She had said his name many times but never like this, never with so much terror. Pleading, she begged for help, throwing herself at the locked tower door in any attempt to escape.
Lightning, Cool breeze, Gloomy.
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Lightning:Your muse has been wanting contact with my muse all day. They finally get it--during their fifteen minute break at work.
Gripping Anselm’s shirt tightly she keep her lips pressed to his. Nothing felt better than this moment right here. How she had wanted and thought about this moment all night only to finally be here. They didn’t have much time but it didn’t matter, she was going to savor every second of it. Running her tongue over his lips, she clung to his form, wanting nothing but to be close to him and enjoy what she had been without for to long.
Cool Breeze:Our muses just made up from a horrible fight--and the relief turns into kisses in the kitchen at 2 in the morning.
Her adrenaline was still pumping from the angry emotions she felt not long ago. Starting with her hands on his chest Claudia backed Anselm against the kitchen counters, her lips meeting his as her hands moved to his hips. Her actions came so rushed and aggressive, not thinking but simply letting her body do as it pleases. Seeing as she didn’t eat human food the kitchen might as well be used for something.
Gloomy:My muse's day has been dragging on since six am. When they finally get home from work, your muse kisses them slow, to remind them that even slow-paced quiet things can be good too.
Taking her time, Claudia pressed a small kiss to his lips while her hand caressed his cheek. After the day he had she knew just how to make him feel better, after all no one knew him better than here. “Lay with me?” She asked softly as she took his hand gently in her’s before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re home now, let me take care of you, mon coeur.”
There was a new album in the making, but Anselm could forget about it. He embraced her, bringing his lips to hers. /Make me forget/, he thought. /Make me yours again./ He did not belong in anyone else's world but hers.
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Pressing her body against his, she welcomed his lips with desire. “Amour, you are always mine.” She cooed so tenderly, crushing her lips against his as she let her tongue taste him. It wasn’t hard for her to wipe any thought he hard, that wasn’t about her, disappear. If all she could think about was him she was certain to receive the same.
His smile wilted when he took a long look at her. "I missed you dearly, mein schatz. Life without you is colorless." That was the whole trouble with this new career. Not the hectic schedule, not the endless shows, not the long trips, nor the crazy manager. It was being without his fiancée.
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“I was about to say the same thing to you…” She muttered back softly as she looked to him dearly. There weren’t words to expression how much she missed him, though there were actions. “Stay with me tonight and I’ll make you forget about ever needing to leave again…” She cooed playfully.
Anselm shook his head, pursing his lips as he cooed, "No, no, Liebling. You will be something better. My vocalist. You can sing, play and dance, ja?" He kissed her cheek tenderly before pulling away to nod his head. "Why limit yourself to dancing alone?" They would have such fun touring, and they could lure anyone they wanted backstage...
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“Ja…” Claudia cooed back as her hand slipped down the side of his face and neck. “Like a jack of many trades, non..” She mused as she stepped away from him and moved towards the couch. Slowly lowering herself onto it’s surface she cast her blue hues upon her fiance.
"Ooh, I hate him!", he chuckled. Her soft hands on his back melted his exhaustion away. "Would you like to visit our studio? I'll tell the Swede that you're coming."
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“I would love to see it.” Claudia smiled at she slipped her arms around him. Leaning up she pressed a kiss to his lips before slipping a hand through his hair. “And what member would I been in this band? The sexy little back up dancer?” She mused.