☆ Happily Never After ☆ (Yaoi Disney :: O/A)

[AngelofLuna]

He was running, he didn’t knew from what but he felt like running from something with few things precious to him in his hands. There was Gene looking over his shoulders and taking his breath. He let out a painful yelp when he felt the pain going through his wrists. ’’What the hell is going on…’’

’’Aaawh! Au au au au ’’He mumbled under his breath when he open his eyes. Gene woken up after feeling his bracelets iching him again. He sits straight up when he rubbed his wrists. That was something that Gene Ofydd Lambert had to life with; the cursed bracelets. It felt like still the trapped sense of living with his father…or atleast he remember it that way. ’’I couldn’t go because the…’’He mumbled the last part as he lower his head in simple pain and disgust. Gene wanted to go so badly to the bonfire; but thanks to the bracelets it left him in his small apartment. He didn’t took a big apartment since he was still hiding for his father. Gene let out a soft sigh when he watched the alarm and quickly rushed out of the bed. He was getting late for his clown job in the hospital. Gene Ofydd Lambert was a running-away son of the billionaire. He didn’t wanted to get again stuck and have no freedom again. Somehow he felt like thousand years if he didn’t had any freedom to do something on his own. Even if that was that clown job, with his big red nose and two big shoes trying to make the kids laugh or….atleast not get afraid of him.

Gene stood in front of the mirror and looked at his make-up with normal outfit. He had placed away his costume in his backbag. ’’Oh! Ain’t that quite sexy?!’’He says to himself as he looked at himself with a grin. ’’To place the cherry on top!’’Gene says to himself as he placed the red nose on his nose. A big grin appeared on his lips. ’’Oh, that’s a prince charming…I’m positive I’m getting a guy with a giggle and a chuckle…Sexy..’’He mumbled at himself as he made a heroic pose in front of the mirror. Soon enough, Gene run his hand through his black hair and looked away. ’’I’m talking again at myself…I should get some more friends’’He mumbled as he graphed his bag and his premade sandwich. Gene placed it in his mouth and started to walk out his apartment.

Soon enough was Gene walking outside of his house. He nibbled on his sandwich when a other wave went through his wrist. A soft cough escaped his lips when he felt his wrists hurting him. ’’Oh ******** sake’’Gene mumbled as he threw the sandwich in the bin and rubbed painfully his wrists. Something odd was going on with him; his wrists were hurting him even worse when he was eating guaves. He felt like his wrists and hands were controlling things for him; like he heard a wish. Gene let himself lean against the wall and rubbed one of his wrists and soon enough let go of it. Like magic it was gone of his finger tips. He took slowly breath when he let out a soft victory yelp. ’’Gene? Are you alright?’’A accent asked him when someone placed his hand on his shoulder. It was Elijah Smith; the chief of police. A good guy with a smart mouth. Sometimes gets himself in trouble; he wouldn’t jump into something to protect others. Gene made a quick fist to place in there his pain; outside of his wrists. ’’Super, Fantastic, Perfect-omindo, FABULOUS!’’Gene says as he stood up straight as he smiled at Elijah as he open his mouth and looked at him. A soft smile appeared on his lips when Elijah noticed Gene’s face. ’’So, Prince? Are you going to the ball? Aren’t you beautiful? ’’Elijah says sarcastic as Gene let out a soft chuckle. ’’I knew you couldn’t withstand my charms? I’m being dead sexy…Clown is the new sexy but …I got to go..My fans are waiting’’He says as Elijah nodded when he move his hands. ’’Don’t let me worry again about you Gene’’Elijah says as Gene quickly nodded and rushed onward towards the hospital.


So there was Gene again in the hospital in his full clown suit and kept rubbing his wrists. ’I wished It stopped doing this…’He thinks as he looked at the first children room and jumped into it with a big grin. ’’Good morning prince and princesses! For your entertainment is here the one and only Gene the clown!’’Gene says dancing inside and fakely fell on the ground. Ofcourse few children started to chuckle to his ‘’clumpsy’’ charater. It was just his start of the day with the children in the hospital.





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LOCATION: Hospital/Children Department…. FEELING: In pain but keep on smiling WITH WHO: Alone with kids and adults


‘“"“Three wishes, to be exact. And ixnay on the wishing for more wishes. That's all. Three. Uno, dos, tres. No substitutions, exchanges, or refunds” ‘’

[Canvasofgrey]

Ｄｅｃｌａｎ... Ｒａｙ ... Ｇｒｉｍｈｉｌｄｅ
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"Slave in the magic mirror... Come from the farthest space. Through wind and darkness I summon thee!"

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ❦ Town Hall, Storybrooke
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ❦ No one of importance
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ❦ Sinister Plotting
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ❦ Casual Dress

Despite a rather passionate, carnal night with two different men, the thought of what happened during the night of the Summer Solstice still didn't leave his mind. Declan wasn't particularly fond of the tradition anyway; Wishing upon a shooting star seemed like a hopeless waste of time, but it was still a mysterious phenomenon nonetheless. Declan cracked his neck with a easy roll of his neck as he sat in front of his desk. The town's newspaper laid in front of him with the vanishing star as the top headline. There were a few filed reports as well, concerning the welfare of the citizens, but Declan kindly ignored those since he was ensured by some twitty astronomer that the stardust that fell over the town was indeed harmless.

Still, there was some fruit to bear from this event. He didn't know if anyone else felt it, but the shifts of magic had definitely gotten stronger since that night. This was evident as his prized poison apple he kept in his house sparked with a sense of life, like as if something inside was waiting to come out.

Declan smiled softly to himself. It seemed his hunch was correct. The curse was starting to unravel, and no doubt other such items will begin coming up. As to what and where they are, Declan didn't know. There were so many items that he had forgotten most of them. Not that it mattered though, since they'll all turn up eventually, and when they do... Declan's smile turned sinister as it spread a little wider. Reaching over to his office phone, he pressed the dial to his secretary. "Linda, get a hold of Sasha Khan. We have some business to discuss. Tell him to meet me at the club at 1'o clock." He said, ending the transmission before she could even reply.

Sasha and Declan were close. Not really, but close enough to know that their villainous ways became somewhat of a game between them. As the ones who retained their memories of their previous life, it was only natural that they collaborated together on things. And now, it was time to call upon their 'alliance' once more. Declan messaged for his driver, and left the Town Hall with his mind stewing together the rules of their little game. After all, Declan knew that neither he or Sasha would back out from an opportunity for a bit of fun.



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XxFate_of_the _AkatsukixX


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[AngelofLuna]

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There was a simple cup standing in front of him. Then Sebastian looked over the table were he noticed cups and hats. The nervous tick appeared over his shoulder; and he couldn’t help to look around the table. A a melody started in his ears and his leg moved with it. Soon enough the colors changed in the place; everything started to get grim and darker Sebastian let his finger tips hold onto the teacup as he notice a mouse, a rabbit and cat around the table.

Alice-…’’

Soon enough Sebastian’s eyes smashed open as he graphed onto the pillow. His sweat managed to break again and he swallowed as he looked down the floor. His insane thoughts; his ideas were again getting to him. Sebastian took troubled breath as he rubbed his hand through his hair and looked up the ceiling. The man graphed nearby him his little book and started to scribble down his notes. His dreams. His ‘’mad’’ ideas. Those dreams were haunting him of that one ‘’wonderland’’ and alice that left him in the land of …some sort of insanity. Sebastian let out breath when he placed his notebook on his chest and crushed his eyes closed. He had to tone down that wackiness of him. Sebastian Jefferson was right now one year out of the asylum. The place were he remember lonely nights in a room with singing the familiar tune. The place were he made hats; the time of tea parties with imaginary people and that being alone. He felt so alone; so mad and somehow regret. He wanted to see his pals; or atleast get some people. Sebastian open his eyes to forget those memories and took the last breath.

Sebastian let out a relaxing breath as he open again his eyes. ’Time to get outside…See the town’He thinks as he pulled himself up the bed and walked out of his bedroom filled with hats with two lines written on one wall what stood ‘’’Why is a raven like a writing desk?’’. Those were lines that were often bothering his mind. Sebastian made his way to the rest of the normal house. His only room that was secret for others was his bedroom. The rest of his big house was open for everybody; when he ever invited people for a party. He couldn’t appear to the bon-fire thanks to his little fit he managed to get after getting back his high hat.

Still that was something off his past. Sebastian was trying to get better again; to act normal between the crowd and not returning to the asylum. He was busy in the kitchen and preparing a cup of tea with a sandwich. A soft smile appeared on his lips as he finished it and took a sip of the teacup and a quick bite of the sandwich. ’’Oh! Very great! Grand!’’Sebastian says with a laugh on the end and started to eat it up with sipping down the drink. He placed it all in the sink and smiled as he graphed the nearby notebook. ’’Wait…’’Sebastian mumbled to himself as he felt his head and walked towards his hats. ’’I’m feeling like a…Indiana Jones’’Sebastian says graphing the hat. A happy chuckle escaped his lips as he graphed his keys and took his notebook to start writing again.

’’Time to hit the cave-Oh wait..normal…right’’Sebastian whispers to himself as he stepped outside without placing his feet on the lines. He closed the door behind him and made his way ‘’normal through’’ the streets while reading onward in his little notebook. A soft deep breath in kept him remembering to act his normal self on the streets of storybooke.


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LOCATION Streets of Storybrooke.... FEELING: ‘’Acting normal’’. Reading a book WITH WHO: Alone


‘“""This is an unbirthday party!"" ‘’

[Canvasofgrey]

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Ｊａｒｅｄ--- Ｄｏｎｏｖａｎ
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"Aww, how cute... A couple of rodents looking for a theme park..."



The inn became a resident madness of gossip ever since the star blew up, and though Jared was usually in for the gossip, he didn't find himself particularly interested in it today for some reason. Jared yawned as he just finished breaking down everything from the tradition Sunday brunch that was served at the inn. The dining room had become a madness of noise as both visitors and residents of Storybrooked gathered to gossip over what happened with the shooting star, and now that everyone was gone, Jared could appreciate the solace serenity of silence. At least for a little while. Prolonged periods of silence tended to bug the hell out of Jared.

Jared found himself yawning again. That only meant one thing. Coffee, and lots of it. While he could always make himself a cup in the kitchen, he decided against it since there was never much left after brunch, and he felt that he could use a better pick-me-up than just plain coffee with milk, and so Jared slipped into a jacket, leaving it more or less open since the day was warm, and set off onto the street. His assistant could handle the innkeeping for the time being, otherwise what was the point of paying the guy?

He followed the road down, dividing the border between the forest and the town itself. The elevation of the inn's location allowed for a slight view of Storybrooke, with the beach side off in the distance. Even from here,he could see the myriad of people enjoying themselves by the ocean side. He turned his head toward the forest, and noted someone was coming up from behind the pine trees.

An exasperated sigh came from his lips as they curled into a grin. "Well well, If it isn't Kuda. Careful, I heard sunlight is bad for your eyes." He said with a weary joke as the hermit came out of the woods. Kuda was... a strange individual. People often called him 'Batty', both for his seemingly nocturnal behavior and for his rather bizarre personality. It was a nickname that Jared would be reluctant to admit that he gave Kuda, and it caught on with the other people in Storybrooke. "What brings you out this early? Heading into town for that petition?" Jared asked, knowing well that Kuda was fighting for the green world.



➸_ Batty Kuda_ ➸_ Road to Storybrooke_ ➸_ Greeting the Strange one _➸_ Casual_



OoC:

supreme-tiger-neko

[Dark Gozenta]

At the festival Blake had dealt with all kinds of fun people. One of the most fun was the drunks and the people that were high. Blake had finished bandaged up a kid when he had got a call on the radio about a fight that had a drunk guy with an injury. Sighing and rolling his eyes he had called telling his lead that he got the drunk guy. Walking over to the drunk he had slipped on his gloves and started to do a scene size up. He had saw that he had one patient, the scene was safe, and the mechanism of injury was the cut on the head (which he had saw when he was coming up to the scene). He had consider c-spine and plus he had called the cops or back up. When he had walked over to the patient he had try to calm him down, but what had happen when he had try to calm him down Blake got punch. Just as Blake got punch Char and his partner arrested the man.

Sighing softly Blake had bandaged up the drunk and said to the cop.”I’m not going to press charges, but he needs to go to the holding cell to sleep off whatever he drank.”When he said that Char’s partner nodded and then Blake walked off. As he had did two more hours Blake had got off. When Blake had got off it was the time of the shooting star. As he had chilled and watched the star and when it flew across the sky and then exploded Blake started to cry. Blake was getting upset as he wish that he wish wouldn't come true. As his wish this year as him to have peace in his life and also to have a year without trying to arrest Declan. After the star had explode Blake had brought a bottle of vodka and walked down the beach to far end away from the people. He had cracked the bottle and chugged the bottle as if it was water. When finishing the alcohol he had got really drunk and stupid. Luckily Char had helped him so he didn’t get hurt.

(Time Skip)

When Char had nicest had took Blake’s dumb a** to his living room. When Blake got to the coach he had melted into the coach. For a day Blake had passed out on this stranger’s coach, but when Blake was here it felt good and he didn’t want to leave. Looking over at Char Blake had smiled and looked at the food. He had looked over at Char’s beautiful blue eyes. They were breath taking and Blake was blushing then looked away as he had said to him with a smile.”Embarrassed that you had saw me like that. Thanks for the shelter.”He had looked at the food. He had then smiled as he started to eat it and then said to him.”Thanks for the eggs and thanks again for letting m be here.”He had looked at the floor as he had still wore his green scrub pants and his Green Lantern shirt. He had looked at Char and as he waited for him to talk. Blake didn’t know if Char knew why he drank a bottle of vodka like he did.

(ooc; side pic outfit)
Location: Char’s Place Company: Char

supreme-tiger-neko

[supreme-tiger-neko]

Place: Main Town With: The Bombshell (Jared)

»Ϟ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟ«

Kuda kept quietly muttering his speech to himself over and over, trying out different tones and tweaking his speech. He felt it for sure, today was going to be the day, he was finally going to be heard by the mayor! He was going to get his green city today! He could feel it in his bones!"Bwah!" He yelled before tripping over his own feet and falling to the ground. Quickly scrambling up he raised his arms and proclaimed, "I'm okay! Another perfect landing! No worries! I'm okay!" Most people would have thought he was joking around but sadly... he was being serious. He turned his head before jumping back in surprise, "Oh! Hi Jared..." he unconsciously brushed off his shirt before realizing what the man had said, "I'm not a bat!" he proclaimed loudly, his Australian accent still immensely persistent even after being in Storybrooke for a multitude of years. He realized what he said and how loudly he had said it a moment later and stared at his feet. Though Jared hadn't outright called him by his nickname, Kuda jumped to the conclusion that he had intended it to be another bat joke... like he didn't get enough of those...

He took a breath and tried to pretend like nothing happened "Actually I am doing that exact thing... and this time it is going to be heard and approved!" he stated it with such conviction that Kuda enough made himself think it was going to happen, "Why are you out here?" Trying quickly to come up with something clever to retort with he blurted out, "Shouldn't you be handling the inn?" He closed his eyes and instantly regretted what he said. Even with someone who Kuda considered to be a... friend... sort of... he still couldn't keep up a proper conversation with humans... it was like they were a separate species then him. "Maybe I am a bat" he muttered under his breath, not realizing he had spoken the thought aloud.

He raised his head and tried again, pretending that what he had said didn't happen... again, "What brings you out here?"

»Ϟ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟ«

"I have but one claw, but beware!
... Oh! Gravity works..."

[OoC: oh man I love Kuda... but he is just... ugh... so I'm sorry ^^;]

canvasofgrey

[supreme-tiger-neko]

Place: My place With: The handsome stranger (Blake)

»Ϟ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟ«

Char shrugged at the statement, "We all have our dark moments, doesn't matter how strong we are... and you are of course welcome. I couldn't just leave you behind on the beach," he said with a bright smile and a cheeky wink. His face then went dark and he said in a very serious tone, "though if you don't mind me asking... why did you drink that much? I'm pretty sure you were the one who was helping the other drunks earlier that night... what happened? Of course you don't have to answer, I'm just concerned..." he added in the last comment with a sincere smile and leaned in closer to Blake to show his willingness to listen.

Char couldn't explain it himself, his concern ran deeper than just that of a police officer but it was how he felt. He wanted to know what could have triggered Blake to do something like that. There had been nothing before that would have conveyed this was going to happen. Though, of course, Char didn't know the man at all other than his name and even then he had only just learned that. Maybe this was normal for Blake and Char should have just kept his nose out of it... Char began to feel slightly anxious at this thought. He had to have been overstepping his boundaries with this man. He wasn't friends with him, though Char suddenly realized he really wanted to be, and he had no sway in the man's life. Why would Blake open up to him... or better yet, why should he? Char almost shook his head even if to rid it of the thoughts and emotions swirling around in it. He didn't understand what was happening to him but Blake was making him think and feel things he didn't understand... and so, of course, Char just had to know more about him and what drove him to drink like he did. So he just waited patiently for the man's response, hoping himself trustworthy enough.

»Ϟ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟ«

"I will always find you,
one heart only for you.
my Prince"

Dark Gozenta

[Dark Gozenta]

Looking up at the older man Blake had took couples of bites of his eggs. Looking at Char he had listen to his concerns of his drinking at the festival. He had sighed and then looked over at him as he had put the plate on the table and looked over at his knees as he had pulled up to his body. He had looked at Char again said to him.”Char…I honestly don’t have a reason that doesn’t sound like an idiot.”He had tears forming in his eyes he had started to tell him what he drank so much.”Okay so first off I want to tell you that I’m not an alcoholic and this is first time I did this.”Which was true Blake would drink to make the pain of his uncle go way, but he had never drank to the point of where his body might be in danger. Taking a deep breath he had looked at Char and then looked away from him as he continue his tale.

”So the reason I started to drink that night was something that built up for months…..So the reason at time I did drink was because of the star exploding and my wish that I was making didn’t come true….I know everyone’s wishes that night didn’t come true, but I was really looking for to that wish and I needed it. I mean I knew it wasn’t going to come true….but it’s a wish I always wish for since my uncle died.”As Blake’s uncle was a well-known doctor/ D.A lawyer that city had ever seen. Looking up at Char he had then said to him.”I know it’s sounds so childish for me drink like I did….but it was the only thing I thought that would be fit.”He had then looked at the floor as he had waited for him to speak.

(ooc; side pic outfit)
Location: Char’s Place Company: Char

supreme-tiger-neko

[supreme-tiger-neko]

Place: My place With: The handsome stranger (Blake)

»Ϟ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟ«

Char could tell it was tough for Blake to confess what had been going through his head that night. Char didn’t want him to feel pressured but the police officer had to know that something this extreme wouldn’t happen again. Hearing that it was the first time the man had done something so drastic did not console Char. It only made him worry more. It meant that something had happened to Blake to finally push him over the edge and lead him to drink too much that night. Char wanted to make things better for the other man, he felt compelled to, but because he was not being told the whole story and felt like he might never be he felt helpless. He just sat quietly, giving Blake his full attention, as he listened to the man’s explanation.
Char offered a sympathetic smile, ”None of what you said sounded idiotic or childish. I do not know who your uncle is but I’m sure he was a wonderful man to make you so sad about his passing.” Char briefly looked down at the ground, trying to think of what would be a proper thing to say next, ”I also had a wish that I was hoping beyond everything would come true… I just want you to know that you aren’t alone. Think of me as someone you can turn to if you need shoulder to cry on… or even just a hand up. You can lean on me if you are ever feeling down on yourself okay?” He smiled again and hoped that what he was saying was going to make even a little bit of a difference with Blake. He never wanted to hear about the black haired man doing something so drastic again.

”I know you probably don’t know me enough to be able to really open up and as much as I would like to know the full story about what is happening with you… I won’t press you for the details if they are too much for you to say… but if there is anything I can do make things easier for you… my door will be open” he smiled again, ”I can make you dinner some time! Even though eggs are basically the only thing I can make without burning something” he chuckled, hoping his attempt at humor would help lighten Blake’s mood, ”so don’t ever feel like you are alone okay?” Purely out of instinct, Char reached out, gently grasped Blake’s hand and kissed it lightly. He gave the other man a response, surprised by his own action and hoping he hadn’t just gone too far with the man.


»Ϟ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟϞ҂ҩǂϟ«

"I will always find you,
one heart only for you.
my Prince"

Dark Gozenta