The Swallows Nest (wolf romance RP, literate, accepting)

[-goldleaf-]

((Meh, i feel like i shouldnt need to do homework, i know all the answers already, why write them down? sigh))

[The Royal Mirage]

((Writing them down solidifies the knowledge ))

[-goldleaf-]

((but then I'll run out of room in my head for new knowledge!))

[The Royal Mirage]

((No, you'll just dispose of facts that serve no purpose. Y'know, like math *sarcasm*))

[-goldleaf-]

((I have THE WORST math teacher ever, he could have invented monotone speaking. awful.))

[Nellas]

((You should hear our tech. ed. teacher! If there was a contest for the worst (as my friend would say) 'monotone-tones,' then he would win, hands down.))

[The Royal Mirage]

Jolene listened to him, closing her eyes. It didn't matter to her, but perhaps that was because Jolene wasn't truly a noble. She understood her mother's logic, something she had once mistaken as her own logic. To a noble, association with a street rat on the level Jolene and Dorian were was a social suicide. Not being invited to parties, cut business deals, shame on the family, and bringing down one's own standards. But Jolene now knew that was far from true.

[Nellas]

Dorian tilted his head to press a small kiss on the line of her jaw. If Jolene and Dorian… ever went anywhere… with this friendship, he wondered what the public would think. But he realized, he didn’t care. They could think what they wanted, and they could criticize the two all they wanted, and Dorian wouldn’t care. Well, that was a lie. If people were going around saying bad things about Jolene, he would put a stop to it. His thoughts flickered back to the very fae before him. The candlelight played and whispered in her vibrant fur. Her sweet scent wreathed around him. “What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly.

((Fail. After spending the day writing, how is it possible I have a case of writer’s block? At least it’s only mild. Sorry. I do tend to get it a lot, don’t I. Sorry. Ugh.))

[The Royal Mirage]

Jolene flushed delicately when she felt Dorian's lips on her jaw, eyes fluttering shut. It was almost an automatic reflex now, and the thought almost frightened her. At least, it would have frightened her, had Dorian been any other baron. His words broke her from her train of thought, emerald eyes opening and finding his as she bit her lip in embarrassment. "I really can't remember," she murmured foolishly.

[Nellas]

A soft smile spread across Dorian's features, a gentle sort of teasing. She was cute when she was embarrassed, though he couldn't imagine what at. "That's okay," he shrugged slightly, wrapping his tail around his large paws.

((I'm an idiot ._. Surprise, surprise.))