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 Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 5:22 pm
This Roleplay is made especially for Guardian Rayna and me, Anna Darkice.
Main Characters;;
Greece [Theo] and Denmark [Beo]
Warnings;;
Dose of the sexy times.
Also yaoishness and M-preg.
Hopefully really juicy?
Plot;;
Merry Christmas at the Dane's house~ ;9
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 3:21 am
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The boy hundled his tired body under the thick quilt, seeking other warmth other than the light beaming through the window. It had been a tiring flight from his home to Demnark's place, but even so, there was the luggage and the transport to be handled with before stumbling into the Dane's arms upon arrival. It was cold yes, but the best thing about this was spending a peaceful Christmas and maybe even a New Years with at special person, if Beo allowed it that is.
A tired sigh escaped Theo, followed by a groan and tossing of sheets. He sat up in bed scanning around as he lifted a hand to check for bed hair. His slender fingers caught a few tangles and three stray locks of his thick brown hair as he ran a faint glance to the clock; 10:43 am.
After lazily spilling himself out of bed, stretching, fixing the sheets back into order and starting his daily hygene routine, Theo peeked out from the door at the hallway. The walls were mildly decorated with reds, greens golds and ordiments; Something Theo should have been keen about. Still he hadn't forgot about the Dane's present stashed away in his luggage.
Something special hopefully.
Theo huffed a visable breath of air, wondering if Beo was wake. He'd allowed the Grecian to sleep in his own room whilst he slept in the couch, even as much as Theo disagreed. But still... maybe he should at least make sure Beo was ok.
Slender Greek fingers clung to the hemming his baggy pajama top as he wandered out, peering down the staircase for any signs of the Dane.
"B-Beo?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:57 am
 Frozen heavens,
Chilly nights,
and snowy days.
Christmas is on it's way. Denmark
The Nordic Warrior —¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— During the night Beowulf had fallen off the couch, mostly. His legs and an arm still rested on it as Loki his puppy Corgi occupied the space he once rested on. He was tangled up in the red thick blanket even though his arm that had fallen with him raised his sleeping shirt a bit exposing his stomach which wasn't covered by the blanket. It was obvious that the Dane wasn't used to sleeping on the couch but he liked his guests to be comfortable and Iceland was already hiding in the guest room. Anyways despite the fall it seemed that the Dane had remained asleep and was staying that way. Just for a little bit. After all he had exhausted himself on getting the house ready for Theo to arrive. Getting a live Christmas tree and ornaments while decorating the house and making sure the drive way and walk way where shoveled out of any snow. He wanted this Christmas to be special after all. —¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— You look so cute, with a face all red, let me warm your hands for I'll never let go. 
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 2:51 pm
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Last Christmas, as far as the young Grecian could remember, invited the biggest change in his life. Beowulf; The tall, blond and blue-eyed Dane that had watched over Theo even when he'd caught a rediciously short fever. It was also the day that a bond between two countries grew, little by little.
Theo sighed as he reared the corner of the couch, just in time to catch a glimpse of the Dane. His body spilt from the furnature, draping over the floor as a puppy stole some space for itself. Theo choked back a laugh, lowering his hand from his temple to his lips.
Wouldn't it have been easier if the Dane slept in his own bed? Theo was perfectly fine sleeping anywhere he wished, it was something he'd picked up long ago. Moving aside and onto his knees, Theo quickened his hands to the scarlet sheets, tugging them before covering Beo's exposed abdomen. "Sheesh, you'll catch a cold like that, y'know." The boy spoke, hoping either way Beo had or hadn't heard him.
Despite the issue about colds and spewing half way off the couch, Theo couldn't help but smile. Whatever the young man did made the edges of those tender lips rise an inch or two. Be it when he talks, or does something totally uncalled for, Theo just can't help but well...
...kiss him.
The Grecian ran a glance to the Beo's lips and listened for the soft panting of his breath. A kiss was something precious and not meant to be taken, but to be given. Maybe it was wrong to steal a kiss from such sweet lips that smiled and spoke soft words towards Theo. Maybe he shouldn't.
However, his heart and mind were two totally different things. The boy took a small breath and gazed towards the Corgi that had awaken. It made a tiredsome yawn and slowly climbed onto it's limbs, faintly pawing off the couch. Then, with a swag of its tail, the little puppy traveled towards Nyx, the family cat.
Theo brought his attention back to the Dane as he lifted a hand, brushing his fingers along the silk locks of blond hair and humming softly.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 1:24 pm
Frozen heavens,
Chilly nights,
and snowy days.
Christmas is on it's way.
Denmark
The Nordic Warrior
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— Beowulf groaned when Loki landed on him and rolled over, easily wraping his arms around the other that was so close. He hummed lazily and nuzzled into what he caught. Still dozing Beowulf stirred lightly as his mind slowly surfaced from the haze of sleep. He didn't want to wake because he was having such a nice dream. It involved his favorite Grecian. "Theo..." He mumbled tightening his arms around the other. Silly that the Dane didn't know the one in his dreams was actually the one he was currently snuggling up to. —¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— You look so cute, with a face all red, let me warm your hands for I'll never let go.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 2:48 pm
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"Theo..."
"Yes my love...?" He replied lifting a hand to twirl locks of Danish blond hair between his slender fingers. The Dane's hold on the boy tightened and quickly Theo caught a small breath, his fingers freezing along with his entire body.
What should he do when their lips were neighbouring each other? There was also that warm breath from Beo that danced along Theo's cheek and the sudden urge to shut his eyes. The Grecian brought a hand to frame the Dane's face with grace, an ear settling between his fingers as he tilted his head towards the right. Then, after a faint sigh upon Beo's lips, Theo inched in.
His eyes closed, leaving the boy to rely solely on the sense of touch and of sound. However, it wasn't long before he felt a tender brush of lips and the jolt of electricity that ran down his back from the slightlest impact. The jolt of electricity that was enough to make the Grecian's heart jump.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 3:19 pm
Frozen heavens,
Chilly nights,
and snowy days.
Christmas is on it's way.
Denmark
The Nordic Warrior
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— Beowulf felt something light on his lips and leaned forward into the kiss some more. He woke a bit more and opened his blue eyes to see that he was kiss his love. Smiling into the kiss he brought his hands up to gently thread them through chocolate hair. He stayed like that for a few more minutes before pulling away and giving the Grecian a toothy grin. "Well Good Morning to you too" He said he loved how the Grecian looked right now and in all honesty and he wanted to just stay like this. —¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— You look so cute, with a face all red, let me warm your hands for I'll never let go.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 4:54 pm
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"Well Good Morning to you too." The Grecian heard, quickly fluttering his eyes open to see the Dane fully awake before him. Then, just as jumbled words stumbled from Theo's lips, the warmth grew to his face. He removed his hand from Beo's cheek and gulped heavily, the hairs over his neck standing as the emotion filled him.
"Good- Good morning..." handsome...
Theo took a deep breath and soon enough released it as a tiredsome sigh. How was it that the Dane always seemed to know when the boy was present? The ends of Theo's lips inched upwards into a smile. Maybe it was just that extra sense one gets when close to another person. The boy returned his hand to the Dane's face, only to brush a stray lock of hair before planting a morning kiss to Beo's cheek. Even as chilly as it was, Theo didn't shiver, simply because of the warmth that seeped through his skin from his partner.
However there was one miscalculation.
The Grecian's stomach growled faintly, begging to be fed for the day. Even as embarrassing as it seemed, Theo knew he couldn't leave such a factor ignored. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day. "Beo, breakfast time. What would you like?" He asked, lowering both hands to the Dane's arms to slip out and onto his feet.
"Come on, sleepy head."
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 6:37 pm
Frozen heavens,
Chilly nights,
and snowy days.
Christmas is on it's way.
Denmark
The Nordic Warrior
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— "Do we have to? I rather stay here with you~" Beowulf said not wanting to get up. But when Theo's stomach protested he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Alright alright" he said placing a hand on Theo's stomach. As if to tell the other's stomach to stop protesting. "Now what do you want, after all you're my guest." He said happily as he began to head towards the kitchen. Loki was play with Nyx and the kitten didn't seem to mind to much. —¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— You look so cute, with a face all red, let me warm your hands for I'll never let go.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:45 am
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A guest.
That's right, Theo was Beo's guest. So, shouldn't he at least act as one?
Theo's voice broke from his throat, just as Beo disappeared into the cooking area. "U-uhm... Are you sure this is ok?" Be a guest for the love of-- "Well... Peta bread, do you have that? Oh, and hard boil eggs and feta cheese! What about tomatos?" All of these things, every bit of them, were so common to him and his culture.
Fine cheese, wines, pasteries and many more dishes garnished with herbs and accompanied with olives. This was Theo's lifestyle, but in truth, it wasn't about the food, but about who you ate it with.
The Grecian climbed onto his feet, turned and setting onto the couch via his knees. Then, with smile lightly painted to his lips and arms folded over the uppermost of the couch, Theo listened to the casual footsteps of Beo. They echoed in such a way that the boy could tell when the Dane stopped or was still moving.
"Maybe I should help..." Theo thought aloud to himself, pushing his weight up from the couch onto his feet. Then, before long, the boy pattered off to the kitchen, leaving the pets to play together in the deserted livingroom.
"Need any help? I can gather the eggs if you like." As Greece, he knew that cooking alone without company only increased the work, but as Theo, he knew that being alone whilst cooking only equaled more loneliness. Besides...
"I think it'll be more fun if we work together, y'know?" His cheeks glowed, a rosy color filling them as his gaze strayed shyly to the glossy floor tiles.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:23 am
Frozen heavens,
Chilly nights,
and snowy days.
Christmas is on it's way.
Denmark
The Nordic Warrior
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— Denmark had stalked up on Greece imports so he made sure that he had some foods that the Grecian was sure to love. After all culture shock wasn't one of the things Beowulf enjoyed so he was sure Theo wouldn't enjoy it either. He heard the other approach him and his smile widened at his offer to help. "I'd love the help Katte~ after all I have not idea what to do with these ingredients" He said in all honesty after all he made have gotten the food but he didn't know how to cook it. He hummed an old Norse song as he got out some bowls, plates, knives and a cutting board after all these things should be needed to right? —¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— You look so cute, with a face all red, let me warm your hands for I'll never let go.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 12:49 pm
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Theo's feet guided him to the fridge and each hand held the doors before yanking them open. "For the pita bread..." He pulled it out along with the other ingredients. Then, after having a last glance for any missing items, Theo closed the fridge with the arch of his foot and ambled towards a free space on the countertop. "...Just toast it like normal toast, only you must slice it in half to stuff the egg in, yes?" He set the cart of eggs onto the counter and everything else separate. First he needed to get an apron and wash his hands, the first step to cooking.
So, turning -whilst dodging Beo- Theo found what he needed and quickly, but carefully, pulled the neck over his head and tied the apron on.
"Oh, by the way, wouldn't Nyx and Loki need breakfast too?" Theo's slender fingers rose, meeting each other before his feet could turn him to face the Dane. There was something about him, something really elegant that he just couldn't put his finger on.
No, it was more than elegance.
It was that embroidered happiness that somewhat beamed from him.
A lock of hair brushed the edge of Theo's cheek, snapping the boy from his mild trance. Why was he zoning out over the Dane? The boy shook his head and gathered himself to the food items, taking a cutting board with him in the process.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:39 pm
Frozen heavens,
Chilly nights,
and snowy days.
Christmas is on it's way.
Denmark
The Nordic Warrior
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— "Oh! I'll feed them, and then I'll cut the bread how's that?" He asked since really half the things were registering to the Dane on how to make this kind of thing after all it was Theo's specialty right? So he went over to Loki and Nyx's bowl. He grabbed the cat food and poured it making Nyx come right into the kitchen Loki following close after as Beowulf poured his food into his bowl. He also got them fresh water. "There." he said happily before heading back over to Theo and grabbing the bread and a knife. "So cut it in half right?"—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— You look so cute, with a face all red, let me warm your hands for I'll never let go.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:04 am
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One.
Two.
Three.
Four...
Theo counted, dicing it into clean, thick cubes. Now all he needed was the salt and a bowl. Where was the extra virgin oil? The Grecian turned his head, setting the knife down as he dried his hands into the apron. Locks of his brunette hair brushed his cheeks and bounced as he wonder around. Which cabinet was the oils?
"B-Beo. Where's the extra virgin oil?" He asked, eyes scanning around as his feet slowly wandered across the floor. He needed a bowl, salt, black pepper, virgin oil and a wooden spoon to make the filling. But... where?
He paused and took a deep breath, filling his lungs as he closed his eyes. Then, after counting to five, Theo sighed. He needed to think straight. After making the tomato filling, they needed to boil four eggs -two each- and set the a frying pan to heat. Wait.
No, no, no.
They were having sausage? Think clearly Theo! It's not about what one person wants, but what everyone favors. That's right, it's about everyone. But there was only Beo and Theo, aside from Nyx and Loki, who were present. The Grecian opened his eyes, letting their gaze fall upon Beo.
"Should we have sausage for breakfast? It sounds quite fattening. I mean- It is fattening, but at the same time it's nice ot eat. What do you think? Is that ok?"
Maybe the Dane could unscramble Theo's jumbled thoughts. "I'm not eating it if you're not eating it."
Simple as that.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 7:04 pm
 Denmark : ✖ : Beowolf 『xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
In the midst of this winter night,
Hear the wolf's chilling cry.
Moving far out of Old Man Winter's sight,
Is a love that can never die.
Right?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx』 "The extra virgin oil is in the cooking rack in front of you." Beowulf said with a chuckle as he grabbed the bottle and handed it Theo. He hope Theo wouldn't be mad after all it was hidden pretty well.
"And how about we wait on the sausage until a Danish breakfast hm?" He said after all he had a good idea for tomorrow's breakfast, maybe lunch so he didn't want the sausage to be used up before then. He skillfully cut the bread just like Theo asked of him as he looked over at the Grecian.
He looked so cute in an apron that Beowulf couldn't help but stare at him now. He was, domesticated, that was the word right? For someone that can cook and be so homely. Oh he was mixing things up anyways. Right besides that he had to help! Theo was his guest.
"So what else can I do?" ((-whistles innocently- I wasn't stalking your layouts honest!))
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