In control. A Vampire Royalty Roleplay (Accepting)

[Red weasel]

(i know how that is)

Boris heard whistling and ducked behind a tree. He looked from the tree to see who was humming. He smiled at the private matter. He slid his hand across the bark. Waiting for the perfect moment to come out.

[Trick;]

(Oh my gosh...that post seemed so much longer on my Iphone.)

Emma continued humming the strange, relaxing tune. The vampires had taught it to her when she was little; it was meant for wounded warriors that had fallen on the battlefield. The drummer boy would tap the beat. She looked back at the sky, with a small smile.

[Red weasel]

(i hate that. Cause when you send messages from the ipod and they look pretty good sized and the you get on a computer and you realize how short they are)

Boris moved from behind the tree. A devious smirk on his face. He quickly set up in his mind what he was going to to and how. He moved closer to Emma. As he walked he though. Wordlessly he grabbed Emma's shoulder to see what would happen.

[Trick;]

Emma grabbed the hand that touched her shoulder, sending the person tumbling. She looked to see who it was and stiffened. "My gosh, I'm so sorry!" She said, covering her mouth.

[Red weasel]

Boris sat up, trying to keep a serious face to scare her, but it didn't work. He burst into laughter. "god i love it when people react like that, quite inappropriate though" he said still laughing.

[Trick;]

Emma sighed, and shook her head. She held out her hand to grab on to. "Hello, Prince." Emma said, with a polite smile.

[Red weasel]

Boris took he hand and laughed. Then stopped. "now that inappropriate of me, i just find in funny being addressed like that." he smiled, but his smile looked more like evil intent.

[Trick;]

"Being...addressed like...what? You are a Prince, so I call you Prince. Is that a problem?" Emma asked, confusion on her face. She pulled him up.

[Red weasel]

he laughed. "That is for me to know" he said putting his hand on he head. "and you to never to find out" He said laughing with a sound of malice.

[Trick;]

"That makes no sense." Emma said, exasperated already. This is how her conversations with Boris normally ended up. She glared upwards at his hand.