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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 11:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 11:19 pm
Quote: Cerealia hummed to herself as she was working on sewing together a little outfit. A bright happy look was on the litches pale features. "My love." She called out to her Fallen lover, Jezebel. "The baby room should be ready... Now the only question is if we want one stone or two." Cerealia giggled, an inquisitive look on her face as she turned her gaze to the other. They had been lovers for many years, and soon their family would be even greater and that much more complete. Quote: Jezebel smiled to Cerealia, " As many as possible. We have plenty of room if we split the kids in pairs in each room." She explained, using her sleeve to wipe paint from her face. "I hope they have my wings and your gorgeous ears and eyes." She stated, imagining what their kids would look like. With another smile, she moved to grab her lovers hand gently then painting it. She then pressed it to the wall before doing the same with her own hand, making a heart. "There. Perfect." Quote: Cerealia moved from the fabric table of her latest work project... Baby clothes. Styles for boys, girls and even more gender neutral ones. The litch looked amused as she gazed at the other. The fallens wings were simply stunning. Everything about her being was, right down to her artistic talent. "Ooo.. so many possibilities outcome wise." Her eyes lit up in a fascinated manner, sighing happily at the idea of what their own would look like. Allowing her hand to be painted, she couldn't help but giggle at the imprint. Turning to face Jezebel her unpainted hand touched the others cheek. "Thank you.. for believing in us." She whispered before a gentle kiss was placed on her lovers lips. Quote: Jezebel smiled into the kiss, pulling her lover close... Even if her hands and clothes had paint on them. "Thank you for loving me." She returned before pulling away. "I swear to the nine that I will name one kid Fabiabio." She laughed, teasing the other before wiping the paint from her hands. "I'm going to shower then go get the cribs." She told her.
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