Suddenly the topography of your face has changed, and I—who have only ever known you pebble smooth—realize that life did not end those years ago. We grew up, and into strangers.
Saint Ilaria, Virgin of the Undercity
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|| Hopping on the bandwagon. Will respond as I get a chance to 🖤
|| Ilaria's going to be a sexy nun for Halloween ive made my decision
(Recites her Hail Minervas under her breath.)
(After dragging her knees across the cobblestone pathways of Sector 5, she finally makes it to the local church, battered and penitent, prepared to prostrate herself before the nearest effigy of the Planet.) O Holy Planet, font of Lifestream and keeper of my virtue, guard my flesh from the -
|| also plz let me know if im stepping on any toes i don't want to make anyone uncomfortable ;;
|| as someone who also rps veld, it's nice to see someone else give him love ❤️
(A smile plays on her lips—almost inspired by the quiet legacy entrenched in how protective the Turks are of this 'father.' She wonders how her students would react, did they catch one of her suitors making their move? Cute~) I'm exaggerating, though point taken. He obviously means a lot to -
Okay, first of all, he is practically my father, don't call him geriatric. Secondly — No! Leave him alone.
He must be a good man, given how much respect you have for him. I'm grateful you had someone like that. Kinda reminds me of... (Her brow furrows—shame interlaced with regret.) ...Russel, my ex-husband. He and my parents are close. Despite what happened between us, he still -
Still…
Viv, you know how much I love you. I'm not trying to be your step mother. I'm simply...people watching.
Ilaria…..
You're making it sound like I'm blind—do you not /see/ him? The man is very handsome for his age. Let him have his flowers.
Verdot!?!??!
|| y si se habla español en esta cuenta ❤️
¿La Doña? More like ~ La Desbaratada ~ at this point 🚬
I kid, of course. My number one priority is the kids. The Leaf House is basically a nunnery. I am a born-again virgin. I threw the key to my chastity belt off the edge of the Sector 8 Plate a long, long time ago. Se acabó el perreo.
Absolutely NOT! The other one! With the salt-and-pepper hair.
I hope you don't mean President ShinRa...
Who is that hot, sexy grandpa? 👄
I would really appreciate it if these MOSQUITOES WOULD STOP BLEEDING ME DRY, THANKS.
|| Hi, everyone! Being a bit transparent—hope this is ok. I'm wondering how many of you actually mind waiting on a response? I always find myself worrying that leaving someone hanging will come across the wrong way. I just don't have the time to prioritize RP like I used to, so I try to wait -
I think you underestimate the elasticity of my stomach. But, I appreciate your concern. (She motions them toward an open table, pulling a few napkins from the dispenser to do away with loose crumbs. She sweeps them into her hand and quickly disposes of them in a nearby bin, then returns with -
Well if you're going to have one, I can't let you eat alone. I'll get one too. (He goes up to the counter and asks for two slices of the chocolate cake. Just picking up the plates as he walks back to Ilaria, he can feel the density of the chocolate weighing it down.) Good luck with this. You'll +
Sex in front of a warm fireplace, cozy socks, and morning strolls while the air is still crisp.
What is your original character's favourite fall/autumn activity? #OCASK #OCQOTD #OCSKY
(Sleeping with her mouth open...for cheeseburger.)
(Her pointer finger travels from the display to the tip of his nose.) Exactly. One slice is the equivalent of one full night of writing. Just think of it—a new draft in one week? My agent would be ecstatic. (Her 'agent' is, of course, imaginary. Or perhaps a personification of her workaholic -
What, that cake? (He looks at the cake, which does look quite delicious. Then he looks at her gaze. Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates.) You're kidding me. All of that? It'll take you a week to get through that much cake!
She's outside, reading cross-legged on the lawn chair by her front door. Come tomorrow, she will realize yet again that this posture is not good for her neck.