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 Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:57 am
toysFreeing the toy, America threw it right past Taym's head, the thing continuing to flop and wobble as it flew across the room. Tubadiah went insane, sprinting until he stumbled, fell, flopped back onto his feet, and then dove for prize. On the floor, America, for the nth time that day, began to giggle. Tubs, lifting the toy in its jaws with triumph, began to kill it, shaking his head back and forth with ferocious violence and then rrrr rrrrr sounds.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 5:28 am
toy
"This is difficult to watch," Taym informed her, after a stoic moment of watching Tubadiah's rampage. "You should be careful what you train him to sink his teeth into, if you ever want people to be able to stroll around in the altogether."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 5:31 am
clingy
(For every part of him that reveled wretched in her sudden neediness, every part of him relieved that it was this instead of a fight, instead of screaming or just stoic teary eyes and of course--for every part of him that delighted in her closeness there was a surge of guilt and the thought of take what you can as long as you can until it's too late to take any more)
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 5:37 am
continuing adventures
He'd had other ideas of what she'd meant by letting his imagination get a headstart, but he was nothing if not indulgent to her more ridiculous whims, and so she was pinned against the back of the front door but it was not sweet nothings he was whispering in her ear.
"--because that's what pirates do, of course, and the Dread Pirate Georgia was of a particularly incorrigible class of marauder, and prone to being distracted by shiny objects, besides. But the princess's hair was huge and full of secrets and mostly those secrets were, oh--I don't know--a couple of big ears. Because only one person in all that land got the title of princess, you feel me? So--actually, I don't know. I think I've written myself into a plot hole. You let my imagination get away. Maybe you should go and catch it like you promised."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 5:38 am
r.i.p.
He neither invited her over for the sacrifice nor sent her photographs of the execution this time. In fact he said nothing.
He left her to her duty roster after their run, and passed her in the hallway later freshly-showered and alarmingly bare-chinned.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 5:52 am
toys
It only served to make her giggle harder for several moments until finally she reached her hand out in a silent demand for help getting up. It lasted until Tubadiah, having killed his prey, trotted proudly around Taym in a little circle to show off. Then, in an act of great trust, graciously dropped his prize down for the man to admire. The toy flopped wetly down upon Taym's boot.
America began literally rolling on the floor laughing.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 1:03 pm
clingy
She jokingly says that he doesn't need to give her space right now. It's overrated. Sometimes she finds excuses his chase his hands and close the gaps between them, and other times she does not bother. Quietly shifting through the hours she maps out the ways in which their bodies can be made to match up and align.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 2:42 pm
continuing adventures
Resting her head against the wood, she made a soft, petulant note of complaint concerning his straying imagination leaving just at the good part. Wide-eyed and solemn, she asks him if his imagination has been lingering anywhere particular lately. Pushing off against the door, she begins to demonstrate a variety of helpful suggestions that leave her in a state of partially undone disarray.
She is so very often playful and he indulgent. She hadn't expected them to be fun together, not like this.
Later, she continues the tale, fingers walking across the floor, enacting the adventure for him.
"...and so Earzekiel had secretly been friends with Princess Perhaps the whole time. With his help and quality princessing, she was able to find the bandits that stole her long lost sister, Princess Look. The dread pirate Georgia was so moved by his story that she handed back the crown and offered to help steal back the other princess. Little did they know...she was now the Bandit Queen Look. The reunion of the two princesses soon ended up an argument over who had the bigger hair, and the resulting civil war was terrible indeed.
It was Earzekiel, of course, that found a way to peace. He sought out the gem of Equality to toss into the city's water and make everyone's hair the same length. Of course he meant to give everyone long locks but instead it made the kingdom's hair fall out, right down to the cats n'cows. Now maybe it woulda been tragedy, but the Princesses were a canny pair, and soon their kingdom was a thriving market for quality wigs, becoming renowned throughout the world.
Now the dread pirate Georgia only drank rum, of course, so she was fine and tried proposing again, this time by summoning nine-hundred and eighty-two doves and... "
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 3:28 pm
r. I. P.
Reaching out, she grabbed his arm, face concerned but pleasant. "Are you new here? I haven't seen you around before."
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 2:33 am
r. i. p.
"Perhaps," he suggested soberly, "you've met my much less attractive twin brother."
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 2:38 am
continuing adventures
Having fun wasn't something he'd expected either, but if she'd known more of his history--of the times before the Island that he hadn't told her stories about, of the boy she'd wished she'd known--she'd realize that he was surprisingly capable of exactly that. With Bird, with Harley, with April, with Alex--given adequate time to be coaxed out of his carefully-cultivated costume, given safety and trust and relief, with the layers peeled back and stripped away, he didn't just indulge her, but contributed.
"I think," he said, walking his fingers across to meet hers, "that you tell this story better than me, but I also think that nine-hundred and eighty-two is at least eighteen shy. And that Bandit King Princess Hero Earzekiel would be affronted by anything less than a thousand."
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 6:08 am
r. i. p.
Looking him up and down, she shook her head, "Well you do resemble my boyfriend, but he's pretty handsome, gotta say." Leaning in, America confided, "He's kinda tough and manly, though. Better step lightly when you see a fellow with full, majestic whiskers. You'll know it's him from the way women swoon and other men salute as he strolls by on his way to do nerd s**t."
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 6:23 am
continuing adventures "It was truly a great and terrible tragedy, but unfortunately five of the the eighteen missing birds were accidentally stolen by a passing witch with stuffed nose. She'd been trying to cast a love spell you see, but pronunciation's important with such things." Her fingers curtsied to his, and did an odd little motion, much like a dance. "The other thirteen were made into pie, a whole baker's doven." She glanced up from their hands to give him an innocent, wide-eyed look that didn't at all hide her pleased satisfaction.
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