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 Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:15 pm
uh...what would you like let me cook it...i insist
-he walks over infront of her. his feet making no noises at all-
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:20 pm
Arch_Angel-Ryan uh...what would you like let me cook it...i insist-he walks over infront of her. his feet making no noises at all- I like omelettes! With meats and cheeses!
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:25 pm
-he smiles as his wings. emerge from his back and get the materials needed for an omlet. a few grab a skillet and turn on the stove.-
would you like bacon in your omlet or cheese or saugsage or what?
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:27 pm
I already told you my Love...are you ok?
*She walked up to him, touching his face, concerned. I feel like you are here...but not....here.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:29 pm
-he looks at her-
im good why? im just fine...never better
-his head has been killing him for the longest time and he has had horrible nightmares-
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:32 pm
You forget things now, or you don't hear me...*she holds him close* If I can help you with memories...please let me help.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:38 pm
-he shakes his headand turns to her. his wings fully doing the cooking now. he didnt want to get rid of the memories, because he didnt think they were memories. they appeared to be more like visions of the future-
no im fine....i swear it...i would tell you...its nothing...just uh..headache from over sleeping
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:41 pm
*She watches him, mesmeriszed by his wings*
Ok Sweetheart. If I can ever do anything let me know.
*She set the table for breakfast and got out the juice and made coffee*
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:48 pm
-he smiled. relieved that she believed him. he didnt like it when people worried about him. he finished the omlets and he put them on plates. and walked over to the table. he set a plate of omlets between them as he sits. his wings return into his back as he looks at the stove he inhales and the fire dies out.-
breakfest is served...
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:52 pm
*She looks at him and dishes herself a omlette then him one.*
These look great Baby!
*She digs in*
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:57 pm
-he smiles seeing her like them. he wasnt much of a cooker even though he had hundreds of helpers from within his back. he made a great cook bartender, or coat rack. he took a bite out of his omlet and pour himself a cup of coffee. he waited alittle for it to cool then drank. he liked being married. but now that she mentioned it. his nightmares have been reoccuring. his most recent especially. he mumbles to himself-
i dont get it..
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 10:59 pm
*She looks up sipping her juice, her ears were sensitive to sound and had caught it* Get what Ry?
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 11:00 pm
my nightmare...-he stops and looks up to her. he answered before he realized she asked him-
wait what do you mean?
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 11:02 pm
*She put the glass down, licked her lips and her ears darted forward*
What nightmare?
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 11:05 pm
-he sighs abit before speaking-
i really dont want to tell you but i think i should....
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