by Alpha* » Thu Aug 25, 2016 2:33 pm
He leans down, mouth over the others' ear, "Yes kitten." Is growled softly, breathily. And to prove his point, his power, he bites down on his jaw - not enough to draw blood, or even bruise but enough to get 'his kittens' attention.
Abel looks at the ring, again. Would she like it? He pockets it. "Beloved?"
Morag stands - dressed in finery as the Princess' OWN. He doesn't like the feeling. She was his, .... He was not hers. Habitually he tugs st the neckline, only to be tsk'd at by not one, but four, of their... chaperones, ... even though they insist they are attendants. The corrination. It's only for a day.
Contrast touches the doorknob, she was... things had changed. Since she came, he can no longer image a life without her.

“Thanks to all those in any kind of uniform and to those who have been in uniform.”
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“Sadly i have a life outside CS with a job...and other things[color=#00BFFF]”
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