Apr 11, 2013
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"Well helllo, handsome." Time to play one of his favorite games...
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sonofabard started following you
"Well helllo, handsome." Time to play one of his favorite games...
I, for one, would like to know what happened here.
Well, I was pretty drunk, but from what I can remember, I was pretending to be one of the archdukes of hell and the bananas were my majestic horns… That or Carmen Miranda… you know… the lady with the fruit and like coconuts on her head.
You were pretending to be an archduke of hell … oh goodness, Aiden, you’re going to get yourself killed that way.
Like I said… could have been Carmen Miranda… Or maybe Gandmum… her horns kinda do that swoopy thing. *looks considering a moment, then does a bit of a double take at James and pounces him.* Hi, by the way. Miss me? *He grins*
Oh, I missed you tons. *nuzzles* How was the tour?
OOC:
I'm so sorry darlings! My laptop up and died on me, and I seem to have locked myself out of James's main blog.
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Replies will be coming from here for a while.
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Thanks for bothering!
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Riding the High | Aidan and James
James could still taste the blood. He could still feel the fear pulsing through him, his body more sharp than he’d been in a while. It’s was wonderful, the best high, he had scared her, she’d been terrified as she’d died, screaming until the blood turned it into a weak gurgle and his mouth had savaged her throat, drawing her essence into himself.
He could’ve danced home. He could’ve flown … oh heaven. Why not?
An owl swooped up from the pavement, vanished into the night.
A swirl of shadows just outside the front door resolved themselves into James. He melted through the door – mist could pass through the cracks – and resolved himself in the living room.
“Aidan!” He wanted the boy around at the moment, wanted him close, wanted to touch and claim and own. It was natural, with the high he was running on.
