May 23, 2013
1-19 Hi Cammie it's me, Elli! Sending this on anon because reasons? As for writing MY URL, I'd like for you to write all three of mine, it-was-a-robot-head, angelmanagementissues, and theyoungerlectermischa!
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1-19 Hi Cammie it's me, Elli! Sending this on anon because reasons? As for writing MY URL, I'd like for you to write all three of mine, it-was-a-robot-head, angelmanagementissues, and theyoungerlectermischa!
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you understand my pain
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Thank you! So many ;___;
✉ ((Leeeeeeeeet's just pretend this takes place before they realize who the other is, just so this isn't creepy/awkward, kay?))
That was quite a night, there is breakfast on the table.
-Hannibal
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That is…quite overwhelming! Thank you!
theyoungerlectermischa - For the night
Abigail had showed up at Mischa's house uninvited dressed in the hospital's issued white nightgown and her black jacket. Hair straight, cascading down her back.
"Mischa?" She knocked on the door three times and glanced around. Her eyes taking her surroundings. She was hoping that she would let her maybe have a sleepover. A place that wasn't a hospital issued bed and that would feel more down to earth rather than watched and closely scrutinized.
"Mischa, are you home?" she called out again, knocking four more time. If she didn't answer, she would go back. Surely Mischa had better things to do anyway rather than spend time with someone as unstable as she felt.
♫ ((did you ever reply to the RP we had? If you did, I didn't see it))
(I still owe! I'm working on it, like I'm working on everyone's drafts. I thought I'd be able to get so many more done this past week than I was actually capable of doing. My family ended up much more... needy than they usually are, so I was only able to really answer a few of the shorter ones and the longer ones. I promise that I am working on it. ;u; No one has been forgotten or dropped.)
Send me a ♫ for what my muse thinks of yours.
"If you are truly who you say you are, then we have much to talk about." Like how she had managed to survive; how she had gotten away; why she was only now appearing. If she was not who she said, then he would take care of that. Lying would not be tolerated.
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“That’s.. thirty-six kisses..” His lips puckered a moment, his fingers rattling against his pant leg inconsistently. “I..” His voice trembled, to which he looked to the floor hastily, “Your hand.” He grabbed for her slender wrist, quickly placing a sloppy kiss along her knuckles. “One..” His fingers absentmindedly went over her knuckles once he pressed four more kisses along each finger.
It could be easily observed that he wasn’t too good at romance. He could barely make it to ten kisses before throwing her hand back to her side, “Ten..” He breathed slowly through his nose, his mouth pulled tight. “Twenty-six to go..”
He took her face in his hands, his eyes focusing on anything but her own, a feeling of impending doom penetrating his mind, although he was quite certain it was just that- his mind. He was fairly sure nothing could or would come out of this.. kissing spree. Right.
Smashing their mouths together, he froze in place, his breath heaving unevenly from his nose. Too close. Too close. To reach his goal, he (a bit sloppily) parted her lips, his tongue tasting her, letting his eyes force themselves close.
Kissing: A nerve-wrecking task.