A roleplayer's graveyard. ( Open! And always accepting)

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[Rhaptuire]

Saint Gideon Fatechild, †he Blind.

"I don't care. No, I wouldn't dare to fix a twist in you. You've shown me eventually what you'll do. I don't mind. I don't care. As long as you're here."-All The Same (Sick Puppies)

"I always want a 'next time' with you…" Saint told her, not fully knowing how to answer her in any other way. He didn't want there to be a next time, cause he wanted her now, but he always wanted her later as well.

Humming softly, Saint burst the side of his own along her's once more. Recalling just recently how they became so lost in each other little Sight was almost taken out by that cat. With the reminder he recalled another...

Fingertips, tickled and touched his sensitive skin, he had grown so use to her hands on his back he no longer flinched to her gentle touch. No, he rather he enjoyed such a touch and look forward to it. He liked any touch when it come to her, and it was more then just that. But it was the best way he knew in letting her know just how he felt about her.

They always were interrupted in the kitchen, or perhaps they just had a thing for loving in the kitchen. One of the more public areas in the whole house.

[DarkDragonWitch]

Blake Ro Edison ~ Ice Queen

❛ I'm being haunted by a whisper
A chill comes over me
I've been trapped inside this moment
I'm not a victim, I'm not a freak ❜

Blake gave him a crooked smile at his words, she understood what he was trying to say. She felt the same way about him. She always wanted more from him too, even if it was just being in his arms cuddling him, or close to him and lying in bed with him. "And you'll always get a next time," she told him closing her eyes and pushing back thoughts of when he woke up and left her realizing he could do better then a half breed whore.

She hummed with him as he rubbed their heads together smiling a little when she'd first tried to make a move on him. To be with him with out saying anything of what she felt for him encase he didn't feel the same way about her that she did him.

As her fingers traced his scars along his back getting lost in each mark and wondering how he ended up with such a big love and caring heart when all he'd known was hatred and pain. She'd felt like she had reached the jack pot with him, even with the tiny whispers of her not being good enough to keep him happy, and he was just in love with her because he hadn't met any one else. Though she ignored the whispers in her head and smiled as he didn't flinch to her touch. Made her think that she was helping him get rid of the memory of the pain getting them.

The kitchen for some reason was just a very romantic place, at least it was when she was with him. Also being with him made her forget they were in a public area.