-high fives-
I love them P:
I love them P:
Glowbee wrote:::The start of their story, from Penelope's perspective::
Penelope//Alec//Uec
What is life?
Is it air moving through your lungs, or bloods coursing through your veins? Is it running through the forest, sleeping under a million stars, or kissing your lover?
I have time to ponder these questions now. Once many years ago, it was the first to me; now I’m not so certain.
I know I’m alive- I still think and see. My body is forever frozen in time, sculpted in flawless stone, now crumbling with age.
Still, I cannot help but wonder.
~*~
My story begins when I was a girl, the daughter of wealthy innkeepers. For ten and four generations The Damselfly Inn had been in our family, always passed down to the eldest son- in my case, my father. I was an only child; mother carried many more babes but all were lost before they lived, or shortly after their arrival in this world. It was then my fascination with life began. What caused it? Why did it end? Who chose when it ended? What was it to live? My mama had no answers for me, and would send me outside to play.
When I was five years old, a cousin came to live with us. When I asked my father why, he avoided the question with bedtime. I soon came to realize it was to train my cousin Buford how to become an innkeeper! I was furious, and ran to my father in a huff demanding why I shouldn’t run the inn. Buford (much to my embarrassment) began to laugh out loud- a mirthless, condescending sound, void of emotion.
“Women,” he began, “Are meant to look handsome and bear children- not run inns.”
Well, I threw myself on him, spitting and clawing like a wildcat. When my father finally pulled me off him, I was quite pleased with the results. He had a bloodied nose and long scratches around his eyes and ears, and was bellowing angrily at me. The words he used were too foul to be written by a lady, much less said.
We were both sent to bed with no supper that night. It was then I decided to spite my family for what they’d decided, and be naught but a handsome, quiet girl.
If they get back in contact - if you talk to Rose - just tell her… tell her I… oh, she knows.
Elphie wrote:Not feeling writing muse today... So just some bunny pairs.![]()
Lily [f] and Mocha [m]![]()
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Angel [f] and Archie [m]
I did pair Archie with another, so we can say he's a ladies man -erm- bun... x3
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