Dec 28, 2013
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//Hey guys I know a bunch of threads on a hold and I'm so sorry I haven't replied yet but I have been spending time with family and it's been nothing but drama these past 4 days. I will reply as soon as I can I promise.
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are you
are you trying to make me cry
because, my dear, you are s u c c e e d i ng
you are amazing thank you more than words can ever say <3333
Tillie looked up at the mistletoe above her head, then back at Gabriel. She stood on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek, sending him a soft smile.
*He smiled bright and lifted her and placed a quick kiss on her cheek.* Merry Christmas Tillie, Have you been a good girl this year?
"Daddy..? I had a bad dream.."
"Come climb into bed with me and papa and tell me about it" he yawned sleepily holding the blankets up with a gentle smile.
Dinner || Tillie, Cedric, and Alison
"Thank you, Tillie." she thanked, taking the meat from the girl and setting it on the counter. "Hm…We should probably go wash up before we do anything else. After you." she sang, motioning for the other to lead the way to the sink.
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ϟ Angst¤ Horror☁ Thriller
//Am I sensing some heart ripping horror story? Because I can do that~ Tiliie will have to be a bit older though.
tillie-elfwards replied to your post:Either my posts aren’t actually being posted, or...
MINE IS DOING THAT TOO.
IT'S MAKING ME PARANOID NOW LIKE DID I REALLY POST IT OR..?
It was near Christmas time in the streets of Paris and Tillie was confused. After all, Christmas is a time of joy, right? Wanting to brighten someone's day just a tad, she stumbled over to the sad looking man and held up a white rose with shaky hands. The petals were squished, and the stem was snapped, but it would have to do. "It's for you, m-mister." She explained quietly. "Merry Christmas."
"Thank you, Mademoiselle." Grantaire’s voice was soft, exhausted; he glanced up and offered a small, tired smile, running his fingers lightly over the rose. He supposed he was a Plantagenet for as long as the tragic little flower lived. "Merry Christmas." The words felt hollow; Christmas felt hollow. He longed for the New Year that would, perhaps, dispel all lingering memories of Christmases past.
"Now run along home. The streets are far too cold and menacing for a little thing like you. You’ve done your good deed for the day - no point in dying now."