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marcus-trilling-phd:
I’d much rather not relive the event. I’m not usually one to do such a think. I wasn’t thinking.Â
What’s your normal outlet? I don’t know you well but you strike me as a quiet, introspective type. Do you normally shake off long days or no sleep with other things?
mario-peretz:
That’s because they’re use to the heat here where at we English people are just insane. There’s a saying where I’m from. Only mad dogs and English men go out in the midday sun.Â
I wouldn’t say insane, more like lucky/smart. I like that saying a lot, I may have to adopt it into my own vocabulary.
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princexfdenmark:
As long as you have somewhere for her to stretch her legs, that’s the main point. I would love a dog but Kai and I are so often out and about it’s difficult. I want to steal the Queen of Englands idea and have a Corgi. I think Kai would love Corgis.Â
I want the characters to look right. Gaston has to be tall, he has to be big. I refuse to stick someone in a muscle suit. Have you ever done script work before?
I understand, you and Kai live such busy lifestyles. You don’t want to commit to a pet if you’re not sure you’d could really give time to nurturing it. I can see Kai with any and all breeds, she’s an equal opportunity nurturing soul. Maybe one day when your little one is older and can give a hand to the caring of pets you can revisit the idea of a Corgi.
I’ve never done script work before, though I can’t say I’ve never thought about it.Â
Tell me a story.
Once upon a time, in a land somewhere between your dreams and your nightmares, there was a village where the people lived without their hearts. Oh the precious organs were kept nearby, hung from fishing nets in a grove of sacred trees, their thump-thump’ing a constant drumbeat. Some said it was a curse that had striped their hearts and allowed their bodies to stay living and linked, others said they had always been this way. Once a year, on the eve of their birthday, each villager visited the grove. A special elder, the only one who could tell which heart belonged to who, would whisper sacred words and reunite the person with their previously abandoned organ. For four hours and thirty-five minutes, the villagers would remember what it felt like to feel those drum beats in their chest.No one ever asked why it was this way, no one ever asked to keep their heart for longer than the allotted period. Perhaps the lack of heart led to a lack of bravery, of inquisitive nature. Or maybe it was good old fashioned fear, a wondering concern that living so long with hollow chests meant they wouldn’t know what to do with a permanent heart anyway. At the end of their time, the villagers would bid soft, flushed farewells to the sacred piece of themselves, and watch it return to the other hearts on the net. Nobody spoke about how empty they felt on that walk home, or how their dreams were plagued with longing for many weeks after.
marcus-trilling-phd:
I may have met my out of character quota for a few weeks already. I very foolishly got drunk last weekend.Â
Did you? Hopefully you woke up drunk in your own bed with not too large a trail of damage behind you. I don’t drink to get drunk too often but when I do it always leads to misadventures.
mario-peretz:
Oh absolutely. I guess it’s just something I never realised was a problem because England is such a cool country most of the time. Our summers can get warm but we just complain about it an bake in the midday sun like idiots.
You know I feel like that tends to be the way it is here in LA too. But New Yorkers are just stuffy and in close quarters and we would have murdered each other without window units.
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princexfdenmark:
So she’s keeping you active then. I don’t want it to be cheesy. I really want to do it justice.
Oh yeah, I don’t have the biggest backyard space, but there’s a nice big dog park in walking distance and we go for an hour and a half every day. Yet somehow when we get back home she’s still got enough energy to run me through boot camp level play. I honestly doubt your mind is capable of creating anything cheesy. I think cheesy comes from vapid tropes, and you are so good at depth.
marcus-trilling-phd:
It’s very nice of you to offer. I probably will never take you up on the offer because I’m terrible in a social setting but thank you none the less.
That’s how my brother is too, I get it. Just know the offer stands if you’re ever feeling out of character.
mario-peretz:
That is actually more than a little horrifying.Â
Hence why i preach the importance of having central air.
marcus-trilling-phd:
Well it’s certainly something I no doubt have to have a think about. If you’re right I may have some idea as to what it is.Â
Well that’s good, an idea gives you a springboard to jump off of. I wish you luck with it man, like I said I’ve been in the hole myself. If you ever need a late night beer or something when you can’t sleep hit me up.
mario-peretz:
Did anyone ever get hit?
Oh yeah, not like on a daily basis, but it happened. My unit never fell out but my neighbor’s did and hit a pedestrian. Dislocated their shoulder and bruised them bad, but it could have been worse if it had got them on their head.
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princexfdenmark:
Do you wrestle your dog often? The new live action film was quite elegant and the stage show was so clunky and Americanised it was quite awful to experience.Â
Oh once a day, she demands it, my fur baby likes to tussle. I never saw the stage show but I’ve heard similar complaints about how Americanised it was. I can’t wait to see how vibrant and gorgeous the story becomes in your creative clutches.
marcus-trilling-phd:
That sounds…ominous.Â
Well, it can be an ominous scenario, when you need or want something but you don’t know what it is. It’s like you’ve got a mystery inside of you. But then I’m also a writer and so embellishing things to sound bigger than what they are is an accidental habit. I do stand by my base summery though. That kind of restlessness and insomnia usually means there’s some stuff you have to deal with.
mario-peretz:
Those just sound dangerous to me.Â
Oh they were. Most of the time they’d end up falling out of the window onto the sidewalk below. But the one we had when I was younger and living in New York, it was really crooked, and there was an open space left in the window that made it easy for critters to get in. Never again.
Tip of The Tongue || Zander and Adra
adrasteiacurthsabr:
There was a period in her life when Adra was sure that she’d never experience love again – or perhaps she would never experience it since the previous times just brought her pain and heartache. The hollowness she had felt over the past few years only grew into a pitless void over the few months when she came back to LA. All of that though… has slowly faded away when Zander entered her life. She wouldn’t have imagined it will turn out this way – to have feelings for someone gradually, unsure of her own footing and wading through the familiar pool yet with uncertainties weighing her down again. Slowly, every one of those uncertainties shed themselves away. Tonight… all of them seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
She could get lost in these sensations. His touch, his breath on her skin, the wet trail he was leaving on her neck… they were all leaving her breathless and giddy. Her heartbeat raised as he trailed further towards her sweet spot. When Zander murmured her name, Adra let out a sigh, only pulling him closer. For a split second, she was shy when he pulled her shirt off. Her torso was now bare, save for her bra. The bullet scars were now exposed and momentarily she was afraid. He brushed past it, to her relief. It shouldn’t bother both of them at this point but still, there will always be a tiny part of her always ashamed of those scars marring her porcelain skin.
An involuntary groan escaped her when his lips latched onto her jawline. Her nipples grew hard upon skin contact. Her arms were already around his, feeling the warmth of his skin as his lips took hers. Her fingers roamed on his heavenly body, taking in every crevices of his form as her lips pressed urgently against his. Her hands wandered south, unbuttoning his pants as she shoved the fabrics down. The urgent need to taste him, feel him grow hard within and upon her touch was immense. Adra pushed him away reluctantly, licking her lips with her lids hooded low. “I want to taste you,” she whispered against his lips, licking them with the tip of her tongue. She knelt before trailing it down to his torso all the way down to his naval. Adra looked up, meeting his dark hues as she wrapped her fingers around his manhood. Stroking it, she gently licked the tip before swirling her tongue around it. Then, with one hand squeezing one of his butt cheeks, she took him into her mouth. Her tongue massaged underneath the sensitive skin as her head bobbed up and down slowly.
There would be a day when he traced the scars on Adra’s form, kissed them with tenderness and she’d feel safe when he did so. Zander understood that the time wasn’t now though, now she needed him to make her feel like they were invisible, like he could see through and past them, and he could. She was radiant, every inch of her, and of course he felt a physical reaction to her bare skin, but there was more. What Adra made him feel was soul deep, the pull she had on him rested between her heart and his own.  He had scars too, of course, not the physical kind, but the type that was just as scary to lay bare. One day he would let her kiss his scars too, it would be a journey that they took together, feet steady on the foundation of the trust they were building in each other right now this very moment. He felt that tiny bit of hesitation, and the moment she pushed past it and gave herself fully to their chemistry, it made Zander feel big and small all at once, in the very best of ways.
He drank her groan like it was white wine, almost letting out a whimper of his own when he felt how her nipples hardened beneath his touch. There was something that happened with Adra that had never happened with any other woman he’d been intimate with. It was like they were so connected that her pleasure was directly linked to his own. When she responded there was a shuddering domino affect within Zander’s own body. His own breath come out unsteady when he realized her hands were traveling south, though he kept his hands on her breasts, his lips on her own and her neck and her jawline, until that moment she pushed him away. Her eyes were wild and hooded, and Zander was fairly certain he was just as much a mess of lust. “Y-yes ma’am.” He stumbled over his words when the brunette stated her intentions to taste, and god help him his eyes were rolling back in his head before she’d even reached his navel.
With her mouth on him, it was Zander’s turn to groan. Hands threaded through her hair, and the need to see her outweighed the desire to close his eyes in ecstasy. The way she looked at him right as she licked the tip of his cock almost made the man come undone right there, because nobody had ever looked at him with such intensity before. As she began to bob he was putty in her hands, harsh breaths and shudders and throaty murmurs of her name. It was fantastic, it was sexy as hell, it felt so damn good, but it wasn’t enough. Zander didn’t want a solo, he wanted a duet, for their cries of pleasure to blend into a symphony. With reluctance of his own, after a few minutes he urged her to release him from the pleasant prison of her lips, pulling her back up to her feet . . . and then off of them. Swept up into his arms and then onto the kitchen counter, they were soon bare skin to bare skin, his hands trying to roam everywhere at once. Pushing between her legs, Zander moaned out against her lips as he pressed against her desperately, moving to push his erection between her damp folds, shifting so that his movements worked him against her clit.
mario-peretz:
It is thank god. Do you know we don’t have air conditioned homes in the UK? We don’t need them!
I didn’t know that! Just be glad you’re here during the time of central air and not the super noisy window units I grew up with.
msemilywright:
In the past I have been more interested in film and television, but my recent degree was in theatre. I am surely open to working in either field, I just want to do what I love. I celebrated some with my family, but the move was pretty hectic. I just hope that I will be able to get myself organized quickly.
That kind of openness and passion is beautiful to see.  Have you met Bayoa yet? He’s the sites theatre guru, puts on a lot of fantastic shows, I bet you two could chat for hours about acting and theatre. Hey if you need any help settling in please don’t hesitate to ask. People here are real friendly and eager to help.