Dec 27, 2012
A powerful man that has insulted you.
"Your emotions must not control you," she put a hand on his shoulder, "I can handle the man's insults."
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A powerful man that has insulted you.
"Your emotions must not control you," she put a hand on his shoulder, "I can handle the man's insults."
Ista... I will not be held reponsible for the fact that I am about to kill George Washington. *He's positively fuming, hands clenched into fists.*
She raised her eyebrows, "I believe that may cause some trouble for you, my love. He is a very powerful man, and knows it."
((if i owe you a reply, would you mind shooting me an ask with a link?
i remember seeing a couple last night, but not getting them and too stupid and tired to save them to drafts. ill tag the people i've been in an rp with, to be safe.))
((if i forget about our rp, it's not because i don't love you, because i do, it's because i'm dumb and cant remember names.))
((okay its up under the link that says, "the ones that got close". you can reply with a gif you want me to use for your thingy, or i'll just choose one myself
mwahahaha
also i kind of didnt ask some of you if you wanted to be in it, but i put you in it anyways, so if you dont want to be in it it's no problem, just message me and i'll take you off!
i'll tag everyone thats in it in this post))
'Lo, lassie.
>>Hello
Ista! Ista! Merry christmas!
She reached up, patted his cheek and smiled, "Iotshennónnia ki Ratonniá:ne, my love!"
she-aint-a-boat-lad asked you:
He pulled his coat back and fumbled along the seam of his vest and shirt. "Here... I..." He winced as he peeled the cloth back from the weeping wound.
She shushed him, "I told you not to speak, my love, just focus on your breath." She held her band against his wound, "Come, we are not far from the village. We will find medicine there."
I... Ista... *He wheezes, a hand pressed to the wound in his chest* H... Help...
Ziio quickly grabbed her son, "What's happened, my love?" She tore off her arm band, "Show me where you've been wounded, and do not speak."