"Oh my God, what is that thing on your head?" Monty asked, pointing to the sparkly headband Amy wore. (themanofthreefaces)
“I was feeling.. festive..” She smiled at the man who she loved. “Are you telling me it’s hideous?”
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"Oh my God, what is that thing on your head?" Monty asked, pointing to the sparkly headband Amy wore. (themanofthreefaces)
“I was feeling.. festive..” She smiled at the man who she loved. “Are you telling me it’s hideous?”
“Amy....” A gentle voice spoke up as Monty walked up behind the woman. He was cold and his lip was bleeding, his red gold eyes having lost the sheen they once had. “I’m not sure if I can ever convince you to forgive me.... but I atleast hope I can try.”
Amy turned around to see Monty standing there behind him. Her heart raced wildly, seeing his busted lip she stepped forward ripping off a piece of her shirt she held it to his lip, trying to stop the bleeding. “Of course I forgive you Monty, you are my husband, for better or for worse.” She shook her head. “Where have you been?”
"Hello my darling..." Monty's voice was soft as he stood in Amy's doorway, his red gold eyes practically sparkling.
“Monty!” Amy looked up, rising to her feet quickly and hugged him, having been worried about him. The last time they had seen each other, he believed he didn’t know her, told her repeatedly that she wasn’t his wife. Still she knew she was, and still wore her ring. “You.. You remember me...”
“And I remember when I met him, it was so clear he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult, we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew it. When he walked in, every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person, and miss out on all the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I.. understood him. And I loved him... I loved him... I loved him... I loved him...
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑚... 𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑚...”
{Made for my ship with @themanofthreefaces, this took a lot of time and energy to do. I hope you enjoy it. I can’t wait for us to continue through our story for them. We’ve been handling these two babies in a relationship since 8/14/14. I don’t see us stopping anytime soon. You are one of my best friends and I love ya!}
"Rough touch" (from themanofthreefaces, ps I'm not dead)
**Good to know you aren’t dead**
Send ‘rough touch’
23. Your muse roughly kisses mine.
@themanofthreefaces
She felt his lips pressed roughly against hers and she whimpered softly. Pulling back she took a moment to catch her breath. “What? What brought that on?”
Phillip knocked on Amy's door, standing there shirtless and covered in blood. He was shaking from the freezing cold rain and bruises littered his skin. He had gotten into another brawl with some of Christian's enemies and his contacts had fallen out so his red-gold eyes were shining through. "Amy? Amy are you there?"
Amy opened the door, looking up at Phillip as he stood there. “Phillip.. what happened?” She ushered him inside and tried her best to help him out. She didn’t understand what had gotten into these three, but to love Monty, meant she had to accept all the sides of him. She helped him inside and got a rag to start cleaning off the blood. She saw the red-gold eyes and for a moment the pain of Monty’s constant disappearing broke through Amy’s resolve. “Are you alright Phillip?”
OOC: I miss some old muses of mine...
((Do you ever think about muses you used to rp and get really sad? I had (have) this one rp blog I used to rp on called @themanofthreefaces and I absolutely adored the idea I came up with for my muses. They were original characters with interesting back stories and I had even started writing a novel about them. Unfortunately, it's only been recently that they decided to be dicks and leave me. Does anyone know a way to get old muses back?))
themanofthreefaces (url thing)
[ ♛ ] send me your url and i'll tell you the following;
my opinion on;
character in general: The Character is amazing.how they play them: So amazingly wellthe mun: The mun is a darling little cupcake
do i;
follow them: YESrp with them: YESwant to rp with them: ALWAYSship their character with mine: For All Time
what is my;
overall opinion: This mun is a darling little cupcake and I adore them so much.
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.