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 Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 3:27 am
Pristine in arrangement, the bed situated to the right of the room looks unused. The room is completely bare except for the bed, a small chest of drawers with a coating of dust and hundreds of photos plastered to the wall above the bed head. Nothing else resembling personal artifacts litters the room.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 10:18 pm
The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending .: βπ¬π°ππ©π¦π’ ππͺππ’π― ππ₯π¬π―π« :.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Rosalie pushed the door open to the room, flipping the light switch up with her elbow. The room was extremely tidy and like it wasn't used often. She hobbled her way over to the bed that didn't have pictures plastered above it, plopping down on it and propping her crutches up against the side. She looked over to Favian, who she had motioned to follow her in. "What've you been up to? Did Luna give you a position?" she asked, gingerly slipping off her shoes and inspecting her feet. They looked flawless, despite how amazingly sore they were. It was crazy how perfectly fine they looked compared to how bad they had been before.
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 11:14 pm
 β‘β€ β±avian β±alk β€β‘ Favian followed Rose into the bare room and moved to sit beside her on the bed. He watched her take her shoes off and looked at her feet. "What the hell... How'd she do that?" He asked surprised. "Oh sorry, the pink haired Captain? Yeah she did. I'm the new commander in chief or something fancy like that. I was supposed to be getting some sleep but I haven't had a chance..." He had to stop talking when Luna's voice echoed throughout the corridor and room requesting his presence on the bridge. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair that had become quite disheveled. "I guess that's me then." He turned to face her, "If the lady Doc said to stay off them or pretend to be an old decrepit person who uses those things," He motioned towards the crutches, "Then you do what she says okay?" He smiled at her, moving his hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. He sat back and sighed, "What I wouldn't give to stay here with you." He stood up to leave, "I'll see you later my little ballerina. And if you can't wait a week, I'll help you dance." He winked at her before he left through the door closing it softly behind him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 11:35 pm
The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending.: βπ¬π°ππ©π¦π’ ππͺππ’π― ππ₯π¬π―π« :.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Rose leaned back against the wall that her bed sat against, watching Favian as he spoke. He looked exhausted, as she was sure she did as well. They'd been through a whole hell of a lot lately. Her lips turned up into a slight grin however when he was surprised at how her feet looked. She shrugged slightly. "The tech on this ship is insane.. it literally pieced my feet back together. They haven't felt this good in years, even before the war." she said softly, her eyes drifting from his face back to her own feet. Even though they were hurting her now, they were definitely repaired more than she really ever thought they would be.
When Favian mentioned that he had been appointed commander in chief or something like that, she raised an eyebrow at him, grinning a bit. He seemed so nonchalant about it. Just as he was mid sentence he was interrupted by a voice requesting him at the bridge. Her smile fell when she realized he had to leave, watching as he ran a hand through his hair, knowing he had to get going. He brought a smile back to her face when he joked about her pretending to be an old decrepit person, causing her to roll her eyes at him and laugh slightly. "Like I told the doc, I'll try.. but no promises. I'm not good at sitting still." she said with a grin, adding "And let me know if you need anything and try to get sleep as soon as you can, you look beat." She smiled softly at him as he brushed her hair behind her ear, his lips meeting her's ever so gently. She kissed him back, blushing slightly when he said he'd rather be there with her.
"Okay, I'll see you later Favian. Try to get some rest as soon as you can." she said softly, watching him leave. The door shut behind him and she sighed gently, shifting so she was laying on her bed and not leaning against the wall anymore. She knew Luna wanted her to go around the ship and get to know the people aboard it, but for now she needed sleep. She barely even crawled under the blankets that lay on her bed before she was out, sleeping soundly.
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 11:07 am
The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending.: βπ¬π°ππ©π¦π’ ππͺππ’π― ππ₯π¬π―π« :.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Rose slept for what seemed like ages, but she woke up with a slight yelp and jolt, a nightmare. She ran a hand through her hair to calm herself, trying to wipe the images that had flooded her peaceful sleep from her mind. These happened a lot, these nightmares. She didn't tell a soul about them though, so the idea of having a roommate concerned her a bit. She didn't want to have to explain the horrors of her dark dreams to someone she barely knew. She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and swallowed hard, shaking her head. "It was just a dream, Rose." she mumbled to herself, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She straightened herself out a bit and grabbed her crutches, hoisting herself up. She needed to go for a walk, explore the ship. That was part of her job, wasn't it? Just wandering around and getting to know people? So she left her room, making her way towards the lift and stepping on.
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 12:36 am
β‘β€ β±avian β±alk β€β‘ As soon as the room was within sight Favian couldn't help himself anymore he ran forward the short distance and pushed for the door to open as he watched Rose come toward him on her crutches. He threw his jacket inside on Serena's bed and went back for her. "Hold on tight to those things," He said as his arms went around her and he kissed her quickly on the lips before hoisting her up and against him. She was as light as a feather compared to the weight he had been lifting and hardly needed to exert himself at all as he spun her around and walked back to the room, kissing the nape of her neck as he went.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 12:44 am
The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending.: βπ¬π°ππ©π¦π’ ππͺππ’π― ππ₯π¬π―π« :.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Rosalie couldn't help but giggle as Favian ran forward and pushed the door open to her room, turning to watch her with a spark in his eyes. Oh, how she hated these crutches even more right now. She watched as he disappeared inside the room briefly before coming back out and towards her, barely giving her any warning before he lifted her up. She laughed gently at his excitement, gripping her crutches so she wouldn't drop them, though she didn't care much for them right now. She smiled against his kiss as his lips met own briefly before grinning down at him with a wild spark of her own in her eyes as he carried her to her room, kissing her neck gently. She was just as swept up in this moment as she was and soon as they made it through the doorway, she dropped the crutches, not caring that they clattered to the floor. She reached down from where Favian was holding her and managed to grab the door handle, swinging the door shut behind them. "Favian.." she breathed, blushing at his actions and leaning her head down so she could reach his lips. She kissed him deeply, her newly freed hands finding their way to tangle in his hair and press against his chest lightly. It felt great to finally be alone with him since this whole ordeal had started - especially like this.
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 12:58 am
β‘β€ β±avian β±alk β€β‘ Favian even in his haste was careful not to knock her feet as he lay her back gently on the bed. "Oh Rose," He breathed against her lips as she kissed him back. He rubbed his nose softly against hers, giving her eskimoe kisses at the same time. He wanted to kiss all of her and melt into her. He pushed his knee between her thighs and stood up, his other leg still on the ground beside the bed as he pulled his shirt off and flung it across the room. He quickly undid his belt and took it off as well, though he left his pants done up. He looked down at her, his hands running all over her body as he took in her beauty. His eyes almost hurt to look at her she was so damn beautiful. His hands came up and smoothed along the skin each side of her neck as his lips came teasingly close. He pulled back his mouth quirking up on one side as his eyes danced with mischief. "Are you okay?" He asked her, his fingers brushing the soft curls behind her ears and down to her shoulders, before moving back up again. He didn't know what he meant by that question but he did want to know the answer but if she didn't answer him soon he was going to rain kisses down on her until neither of them would be able to catch their breath.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 1:11 am
The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending.: βπ¬π°ππ©π¦π’ ππͺππ’π― ππ₯π¬π―π« :.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Rose watched Favian as he gently layed her back on her back, her eyes dancing excitedly as her name rolled ever so smoothly off his tongue. She ran her fingers through his hair as he gave her eskimo kisses, a soft smile playing across her supple lips. She released him when he suddenly moved to stand up, throwing his shirt across the room and removing his belt as well. She blushed when he did this, not sure what he thought they were getting into here. She was all for him taking his shirt off because damn he had a nice body, but she was also pretty sure that he might have a different idea of how far they were going than she did. It was hard to worry about that though when his hands were trailing across her body, feeling every curve. He was driving her crazy, it was hard to keep a clear head. She watched as he lowered himself over her again, done with removing his shirt and belt, his hands caressing her neck gently. Her hands found his chest, tracing along the muscles gently, her eyes watching his. She leaned up to kiss him just as he pulled back, leaving her with a playful pout.
However, his next actions confused her. He brushed her hair behind her ear and propped himself up again, suddenly asking if she was okay. She propped herself up with her hands, looking over at him curiously. "Of course I'm okay.. are you?" she said gently, leaning towards him more and watching him carefully. She didn't understand the sudden question from him.
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 1:22 am
β‘β€ β±avian β±alk β€β‘ Favian shook his head as Rose looked at him curiously. He had no idea what he'd meant by that and he didn't want to ruin the moment. "I'm absolutely fine." His lips found hers again as he moved back towards her, careful not to put all his weight on her. He loved the feel of her delicate fingers tracing along the skin of his chest. He moved to one side of her so that he could run his hand down to her waist and under her shirt, feeling her own soft skin. His tongue ran lightly across her lips as his thumb traced tiny circles at her waist. "How far can I go?" He asked smiling against her lips as his hand started to move up her body slowly in increments. A part of him wanted her to stop him while the rest wanted to rip her clothes off and make sweet love to her at least ten times. He was pretty sure his heart could take at least that.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 1:30 am
The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending.: βπ¬π°ππ©π¦π’ ππͺππ’π― ππ₯π¬π―π« :.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Rosalie was still curious about Favian's question, despite his willingness to say he was fine as he leaned back down towards her, her back falling gently against the bed again. She forgot about it however when Favian's lips met her own again. She kissed him deeply, her hands pressing against his chest as they traced along his muscles. She sighed gently into his lips as he traced circles across her waist, his tongue tickling her lips. She bit his lower lip, tugging gently to tease him before she crashed her lips against his own again, almost completely ignoring his question for a moment. It took her a bit, but she realized what he had asked and pulled her lips back gently, moving one hand from his chest to wrap around his neck gently. "Just not all the way." she breathed, blushing slightly and pausing, her eyes watching him. She wasn't sure how he would react to her saying that, but she was simply not ready for that yet, regardless of how crazy he was driving her right now. That just wasn't a step she wanted to take right now.
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 1:40 am
β‘β€ β±avian β±alk β€β‘ Favian's smile increased as his hand came up and brushed along the edge of her bra, before his fingers trailed back down her side, in slow stroking motions. "I love it when you blush." He had to close his eyes a moment to still the heat building up in him. "Do you know what you are doing to me right now Rose?" He asked before he opened his eyes and searched hers again. He lay himself down on his side, beside her and let his arm rest against her stomach as his hand continued to stroke the soft skin of her hip. He moved his face closer to hers and let his breathing tickle the skin of her neck as he breathed in the smell of her hair. He closed his eyes again, content to lay with her forever like this and he knew he'd gladly fall asleep beside her, if she'd let him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 3:19 pm
The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending.: βπ¬π°ππ©π¦π’ ππͺππ’π― ππ₯π¬π―π« :.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Rose's cheeks blushed a bit darker when Favian's hand found it's way to her bra, brushing along the edge of it. The slow stroking motions of his fingers running down her side were driving her crazy. She smirked at him when he said that he loved when he blushed, running her hand that was resting on his neck through his dark hair. Her hand that was on his chest remained there and her fingers continued to dance across his skin, even as he closed his eyes. She was about to ask if he was okay when he opened his eyes, looking over at her and asking if she knew what she was doing to him. She grinned wide, kissing him gently and brushing her fingers through his hair. "Probably the same thing you're doing to me." she mumbled against his lips, her lips turning up into a smile and her eyes sparkling. She watched as he shifted, still tracing circles along the skin on her hip and his eyes falling shut again. She shifted closer to him, their bodies touching, and rested her leg over top of his, just wanting to be closer to him. "You should sleep." she mumbled, running her fingers through his hair soothingly, her hand lying still against his chest now.
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 6:57 pm
β‘β€ β±avian β±alk β€β‘ Favian loved the feeling of Rose wrapped about him, she seemed to fit so easily against him. His hand stopped making circles as he ran it down her thigh and hoisted her leg up higher before running it back up her leg and beginning to trace a new pattern at her hip. "As much as I would love to do other things to you right now, I think you are right. I didn't hurt you just now did I?" He said his eyes still closed as his head found the space between her neck and shoulder. He kissed her softly, moving from the nape of her neck to the space above her collarbone. They were getting softer and softer, almost feather light as he started to drift off. His arms pulled her closer subconsciously and his hand stilled. His lips parted tenderly against her skin as his breathing slowed.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 7:19 pm
The tricky thing
Is yesterday we were just children
Playing soldiers
Just pretending.: βπ¬π°ππ©π¦π’ ππͺππ’π― ππ₯π¬π―π« :.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Rose grinned when Favian ran his hand down her thigh, hoisting her leg up higher before his hand found it's way back to her hip. Her cheeks blushed dark pink again at his comment, her lips turning up into a smile. She shook her head gently when he asked if he hurt her, still brushing her fingers through his hair. "No, of course not." she mumbled against the top of his head as he nuzzled his head between her neck and shoulder. She felt his kisses softening until they were barely there and stopped, his hand falling still as well. She kissed the top of his head softly before resting her head against it, feeling his chest rise and fall against her own. "Sleep well, Favian." she mumbled into his hair, her eyes falling shut as well.
Dreaming dreams with happy endings
In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords
But now we've stepped into a cruel world
Where everybody stands and keeps score
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