July 5, 2010 - 2:12am — Rutilus
HI I so fail at RPing, man |: But uh yeah, I'm rather bored :U huuurpdurp. Human or deer is fine.
Taliene; female; 21 years old; no romance; remembers her past; still aching over Gehirn; friendly, motherly, a little reserved, trusting
Rutilus; male; 24 years old; no romance; remembers his past; protective, temperamental, flirtatious, sociable, moody
Jared; male; 21 years old; <3 Horizon; remembers his past; shy, trustworthy, loyal, defensive, easily scared, holds grudges
Lorak; male; 21 years old, though he should be older; <3 Cirrus; remembers all of his past; cursed with a connection to the spirit realm; soul is tainted with the forced ability to latch onto another's, currently connected to half-sister Nina's; can die, but returns; no magical powers of any kind other than the ability to rid himself of spirits, with consequences; mysterious, evasive, easily irritated, often depressed, liar, enjoys company if given the time
Rhapsody; male; fawn, no human RP available; no romance; currently remembers none of his past aside from his name and a few uncertainties; has had a miserable fawnhood so far; shy, curious, dislikes conflict, asks questions frequently
Rhye; male; unsure of age so far; no romance; remembers nothing of his former life, whatever that may have been; affectionate, procrastinator, entertainer, witty, dry-humoured, playful, sociable, temperamental, calculating
Taliene - Human/Deer: None
Rutilus - Human: Mick - Deer: None
Jared - Human/Deer: None
Lorak - Human: Mick - Deer: None
Rhapsody - Human: N/A - Deer: None
Rhye - Human: GingerNut - Deer: AA
Jareth - Human: Faunet - Deer: None
THERE. ON WITH THE SHOW!
"Well I guess it's just like
(Ahh... I feel coherent
Jergens was right behind him, almost like a lost puppy following someone home. Then again, that was basically what was going on to begin with. At his question he quickened his pace so that he was beside him.
"The average human body can survive about seventy days without food as long as there's water." he quoted, smiling all the way. "Granted, my body's so wasted that I'm not really 'normal', but there are times when it feels like I've pushed myself to that." He scratched his chest, wincing as he felt his ribs underneath.
"In other words, man, I don't eat often. And when I do, I could care less what it tastes like."
[I vant to test a style of
I turned from my crowd, hoping that they wouldn't demand an encore like they normally did. A few of my agents were placed strategically to shut them up if they tried. Luckily for me, they didn't. I descended the stairs into my dressing room, and looked at my hair. Even though jet black is my natural hair colour, people tell me I suit the fiery red that I normally have better. I sighed loudly, I dont like having red hair when I'm unhappy, but regardless, I caused red swirls through it, giving me a very sexy look, or so I'm told. I turned to my door, and saw one of my favourite cocktails, a bright pink Cosmopolitan. I lifted the glass and walked out the door, towards Lorak. I've always been able to spot him from a mile away. Particularly when he enters my bar, he always looks so mildly uncomfortable. I felt my heart beat a little quicker. I hadn't spoken to anyone in a while beyond what was necessary. Social calls, were becoming something I did less and less.
I reached him, and gave him a friendly smile. After all, i was hardly going to be cold and moody towards my best and for a long time only friend.
"Hey, sorry I had to drag you inside, I know you don't like it in here," I said apologetically but light heartedly. I needed some distraction, I didn't want this conversation getting dark. I've seen enough of darkness in the three thousand odd years I've been alive.
I had worried when I collided with the other blonde haired boy, who I'll admit is quite cute. I had thought he would be really mad at me and try to hit me or something. I don't like fightning. Kahlan'll tell you, that even though I have a really offensive power, I very rarely use it in that capacity. The glare though freaked me out a little, though I felt relieved when he started talkng to me.
His voice was nice, he appeared to be someone that was good to their friends, which I found gladening. I met very few people like that, in the club that I used to spend my time in, you were lucky if the person wanted you, it was a goddamn miracle if they were nice to you. I blushed a little when he asked me where I was from. If he had picked up on the accent that meant it hadcome through really strong when I apologised.
"Ye, from Glasgow," I answered, exaggerating the scottish a little, to make it a bitmore humourous. I was hoping that light conversation wuld make sure he wouldn't decide to get angry at me, or maybe it was that i just wanted to flirt with a cute guy again.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
The high king could do
AA Gold eyes turned towards
Gold eyes turned towards the sky as Madison spoke, ears flicking back and forth as he tried to picture the USA in his mind. "Take me there one day," he ordered, then twisted his body to nibble at his side for a second, easing off an itch there. "Who do you live with?"
GingerNut
The other's face creased into a frown. "Poor dear," he murmered, failing at toning down his overuse of rather camp-sounding pet names. "I'm not exactly the best bloody cook in the world but I can make you something that doesn't taste like charcoal, at least." Rhye chuckled dryly, then turned and began ascending some concrete stairs that led to a small apartment. "It's up here. Don't steal my tortoise."
Mick
[ Ooh no way, it's amazing :'D I guess I'll adapt myself shall I? ]
I couldn't help but smile when he walked over, and though he did the same I wondered if it was an act or not. At his apology, I merely shook my head and took another sip of my drink - though I was cautious about the drinks here since the last time I'd been drugged or something along those lines. Then I realised I'd never found out what Mick had done after it was all over. But I wasn't going to ask; it would only further the dark atmosphere that constantly threatened to creep between us. With people like Mick and I, especially if we've both been having a rough time, there's always, always an opportunity for the light conversation to turn very dark. So I decided then and there that I was not going to bring up my curse in any shape or form.
"It's fine, no problem," I replied, offering another light smile and glancing over my shoulder, then around me. I've always been a bit of a paranoid person. But that's to be expected. "How's things? I was just finishing dinner and I realised it's been a while, so yeah. Anything new?"
His accent made me chuckle. I've been to Scotland plenty of times; hell, I lived there for a while, quite a few times actually. Glasgow? Nah. I was never thick enough to stay there. Edinburgh was just as bad at one point, though.
I fucking hate it when morons run into me in the street and usually I just swear at them and keep walking, but hell, this guy was allright I guess. Not some huge biker dude, at least.
"Glasgow?" I arched an eyebrow, arms folded across my chest. Glancing to the side, I stepped aside to let a woman carrying a child pass, then looked back to the blonde guy. "Dangerous place. I guess my Cockney accent gives all my shit away." I gave a dry smile. "Name." It wasn't a request.
Faunet
Jareth growled, but was silenced by the Labyrinth. He stood there, growling and glittering, arms folded.
You must swear feality the
Dear? Oh my god... "If you
"If you gave me charcoal. I would eat it anyway." he laughed good-naturedly, brushing a hand through his curly hair.
He suppressed a flinch at the 'stealing' comment. Jergens had never killed anyone, but stealing was the only thing he did best. And of course, if anyone ever offered hospitality to him, he would always grab himself a few trickets before stealing away during the night. He wasn't really a klepto, he just did it because he had to (although he did sometimes enjoy it)
"I try to be a good person when I can." he assured his companion, walking up the steps as he did so.
Of course, I'm afraid the awful things I do don't level out the good things.
Faunet Again, the king
Again, the king snarled. "Sierra, stop. This is obscene!" He snapped, now pacing back and forth. "You will have no place, you will have no life, nothing but long years that will never end. Which kingdom would she live in?!" Jareth spat. "Mine? The Goblin Kingdom? Mizumi's? My brother's, the Fairy Kingdom?! She has nowhere to go, she's human and knows nothing of how the Underground works!"
GingerNut
The French-English man chuckled a little, pushing the door open; he hadn't locked it, being a forgetful creature. "Come on in."
Rhye's apartment wasn't as small as he made it out to be. The livingroom was medium-sized, with one couch and two armchairs, a coffee table in the middle of them. He didn't own a TV, but there was a small radio on the coffee table. The kitchen was attatched to the livingroom by an open doorway, and there was no room for a table in there. The bathroom was at right in a tiny hallway, and to the left in said hallway, was Rhye's bedroom.
"It's rather shit, isn't it?" He sighed, walking in and removing his waistcoat, hanging it over his arm. "Buggering hell. Right, food. You can shower or some crap while I make it, bathroom's that way." He gestured vaguely with a flip of the hand, heading to the kitchen.
She will learn and she would
Sierra looked at Jareth,Jareth I know how it feels to be abandoned,unloved,and unwanted,Philip deservers to have a chance to know what love is,and since you will not take me as yours this is something I must do her voice sounded week not her usual strong,comforting fiery voice.The only question I have she directed the question to the labyrith is will Philip be fae as well?Yes it replied.
But you must know the journey before you is long politics can be very harsh,you will share the duties with the Goblin King but your title will be ambassador since you are not married to him.And if there comes a time where you wished to marry it must be with my approval.
Madison's horse instincts
[NOTE: The only real pets and horses in that list are Mittens, Sandy, Popeye, Molly, and Sonny. The rest are fictional 8U]
Jergens watched as he
After mentally picking out a few select things he would 'borrow', he casually walked over to the bathroom to wash the grime off his body. He spent a good twenty minutes in there, scrubbing himself till his skin turned red. He wished that he had had time to wash his horrid clothes as well, but beggers couldn't be choosers.
He surveyed himself in the mirror, turning himself this way and that to see how 'effective' he looked.
Hmm... Sexy as always, Jergens. A bit anorexic-looking... but sexy.
He walked back out and into the kitchen, the delightful smell of food drawing him near. The shower made him look... at least somewhat better.
Faunet Rage flared up in
Rage flared up in him; the Fae let out another furious snarl. "I will not share my kingdom," he stated, bristling. "The High King will throw a fit over this! I am the ruler of the Labyrinth, the Goblin Kingdom, therefore I should be the one to choose whether or not I will have an Ambassador and my answer is no!"
AA
He watched her graze with interest, listening carefully. "Ooh...ha!" Rhye snickered, lost in his own thoughts, and looked away. "Don't mind me~"
GingerNut
As he placed the disgustingly large amount of bacon and eggs onto a plate, Rhye contemplated the fact that what's-his-name could a) steal stuff and b) kill him in his sleep. The stealing part didn't really bother him; Rhye didn't have anything of sentimental value, or anything particularly expensive. Useless trinkets and cheap jewellery were everywhere, and a bunch of other crap, but ah well.
Rhye turned his head, and blinked with a smile. "Wonderful, darling," he declared, thrusting the plate at Jergens and good god if he hadn't sounded queer before it was all blown away now. Not that he didn't like women; hell, he loved them. But he'd love-or-sleep-with anyone.
"That should put some meat on you, maybe. You look terrible." Rhye frowned, tilting his head. "No, not terrible, you know what I mean," he waved a hand. "Terrible in the stick-thin sense of the...anyway." He pointed to the sofa.
My gay-dar is
Jergens didn't even bother sitting down. The food... It was so delightfully tempting. He wolfed it down as soon as it was handed to him in a record time of ten seconds. Granted, he had done better... but no matter. He shamelessly licked the plate as well. Not like he gave a damn how pathetic it made him look. After all, it made him seem more of a sad case anyway.
When all the residue had been licked off he looked at Rhye, the pleading expression crawling over his face again. Not as strong, but just enough to let him get the idea.
"Uhm... Ya have anything else?" he asked sheepishly. Deep down, he did feel kinda bad for eating out his food supply.
The labyrinth voice became
Jareth Sierra said gaining her composer and her fire back you might not accept me in any way,but please believe me when I say I know what I'm doing.Before sh could stop herself she kissed him lightly on the lips,And whispered forever hugh,she smiled.
And with that Sierra and Philip were both bathed in light they were turned into fae.
Now its time to explore your new homes the labyrith said transporting the three to the underground.
(here comes mad Jareth wowowo look out)
GingerNut While Jergens ate,
While Jergens ate, Rhye tilted his head to the side, looking quite amused. "There's chocolate and tiremisu in the fridge. And croissants in that little tin over there," he hand-flipped towards a counter, then strutted towards the little hallway. "I need to change my shirt. Hell, I need to change everything." Rhye opened his bedroom door then wandered in and shut it behind him.
Augh. This room is still as dark as ever.
Faunet Jareth's body went
Jareth's body went stock-still as he felt Sierra's lips on his. He gave no physical response whatsoever. Who was the last person he'd kissed? The last human he'd kissed, he corrected himself. Chime didn't count. Tuna, wasn't it? Yes.
The king was furious as the two were transformed. They didn't look very different, but there was certainly something that had changed.
"Explore their new homes?" He snorted derisively, arms folded. They were at the doors of the Goblin King's rather splendid castle. "This is madness. This is sickening!"
Sierra opened her eyes to her
What the Hell is
Whatever, if it was edible, then he would eat it. He went to the croissants first, only really having a vauge idea on what those were as well. Cautiously, he lifted one out of the tin and examined it, almost as if he were looking for poison or inspecting a bomb. He took a little bite out of it, and liking the taste, polished off the rest of them too.
With that gone, he moseyed on over to the fridge and helped himself to the chocolate as well. He left the tiremisu behind, still wondering what the Hell it even was.
Still hungry, but a bit more satisflied, he plopped on the couch and studied the radio on the coffee table, wondering what the Hell that was as well.
((Actually, I'm with Jergykins on that. What is tiremisu, anyway? *feels like a noodlehead* o-o))
GingerNut [ IT'S DELICIOUS
[ IT'S DELICIOUS and its something along these lines. C: ]
Rhye emerged re-clothed in black leggings, a rather silky black shirt, and no waistcoat for once. With some persistance he'd managed to dry his hair a bit, but it had turned very fluffy and thick. He was wearing boots again, being one of those people that never took them off. Upon spotting Jergens studying his radio, the brunette tilted his head with a raise of his eyebrow. "What, never seen a radio before?" He seated himself beside the red-head, folding one leg over the other and smoothing down his shirt. "I'm assuming there's now no food in my fridge. Not that I mind, I barely eat anyway."
Faunet
Seeing that there were very few ways to get out of this 'disaster', Jareth sighed and, for the time being, decided to give in and go with the flow. "Firstly, I will remind you that you physically cannot look into any of my crystals unless I am there letting you do so in person. The chances are, they will explode and embed shards of glass in your eyes." His voice was toneless. Jareth snapped his fingers and the doors opened. He strutted in, confident, regal air returning, head held high as goblins scurried from him.
"Skimp! Krak! Tell the cooks to get to work!" Jareth snapped, eyes flashing, and that was when the goblins knew he was in a foul mood.
I wondered whether or not I
"Everything's fine," I said, using one of my many flawless facades. No one's penetrated one yet, and I doubt he would, I doubted he would want to. "And you? How are things with you and Cirrus?" I asked.
It didn't matter to me how she is. "Honestly I am jealous of her. I am jealous of Mika...as well. I'm three thousand and five years old. I am so old I have seen the rise and fall of some of the very greatest civilisations in the world. In other words, I am Ancient...and death will not come to me. Death rejected me when I brought it to me. It's all I want, all I have wanted for the better part of my life. Only a few brief years have been good. Last year was one of those years...before he vanished.
Most people think he died. I don't. I wandered into death's territory and I asked him. Death does not lie. It has no reason to. Death does not lie because it knows that one way or another it will take a favour from you. Death told me that Mika's soul had never entered his domain. So Mika has disappeared. I've tried everything yet I haven't found anything..." It took him a few moments to realise that he had actually spoken his thoughts.
I smiled. "Heh," I chuckled. "Only people who don't know Glasgow like a Glaswegian hold that opinion. Americans in particular since knife crime frightens them so." I muttered. "It's no different from the cities of England. London, Manchester. It is simply a nicer city, in terms of its people. That means that people drop their guard. Making crime easier."
I hate when people say bad things about my home. It's just a city like no other. American cities have higher crime yet no one cares. Russia has a mafia. Yet Glasgow is soo dangerous. It pisses me off. Glasgow is full of nice people who go out of their damn way to make sure that tourists know where they are going. Still people have horrible opinions of them.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
Madison's ears flicked
(Oh sweet God that looks
Jergens looked at the black box. A radio? So that's what it was. He poked it hesitantly, as if wondering if it would blow up in his face if he touched it.
"What does it do?" he asked curiously. He had seen televisions before when he got into someone's house, and he didn't even knwo what those did as they were never turned on. This thing looked even more confusing.
At the mention of the... diminished food supply he shook his head. "Naw, I didn't touch that weird cake stuff in there. But everything else... yeah... my bad."
he grinned nervously.
He wasn't sure what he thought about this man. On one hand, he made a good meal ticket. On the other, he seemed like the type who would want... something... in return...
It didn't help that Jergens was terrified of sex or anything sexual.
Her icey eyes watched him as
Mick I was dumbstruck. I
I was dumbstruck. I knew a thing or two about Mick's past, but it still fascinated me to hear about it. However, now he'd brought darkness to our conversation and it was going to be difficult to get rid of it.
I would have believed his 'everything's fine' if he hadn't spoken afterwards. I don't think he realised he was speaking until it was too late and he'd finished.
"...Shit," was all I could say at first. "Fu--Mick, I'm sorry. That's...Jesus I'm sorry."
Lame response much?
"Well, I dunno Glasgow like a Glaswegian, so y'know," I shrugged. "You didn't tell me your name. I'm Rutilus. Rut." I leaned on the wall of the building we were beside. "We just gonna stand 'ere, mate?"
AA
"Awww," he cooed, shuffling over to headbutt the side of Madison's neck lightly, antlers moving away easily since they were all feathery. "No no, I was just thinking. I do that, occassionally."
GingerNut
Was this guy from the medieval ages? He giggled at the thought. "Tiremisu's my favourite, so I'm fine. This," Rhye flicked the radio on, and music played quietly from it. "Plays music. Didn't you know that?" A few blinks.
Faunet
Jareth's eyes dulled somewhat as he ascended a set of stairs. "Don't enter my bedquarters, for one thing. And," he turned at the top of the stairs, glaring down at Sierra. "Don't assume what I wish and don't wish for or want."
She chuckled when he said
He yelped when the music came
"How does it do that?" he asked, his voice filled with simple wonder. How could a little black box make music?
He had lived in a very... simple town as a child before he was chased out. A town with no electronics or much technology in general. By being homeless, he was always disovering new things.
"I don't want pity," I
I wasn't sure if I should tell him or not, I've never told anyone this one. Only my family really know. They know what he meant to me, for nearly three hundred years. "He...was my first....boyfriend...my first man." I nearly whispered. "For three centuries, I loved him...and he loved me...but he learned about the few survivors of his species being wiped out, and he left...left for nearly a thousand years...and after that, we've only really....been friends."
Nathaniel tells people we dated. He doesn't say how powerful it was to us. Nathaniel and I were much like I was with Mika. He was in his mid thirty thousands when I met him...when I loved him. The age difference mattered little. I don't think it does when you love someone. Either that, or immortality really changes you. You kinda run through phases of feeling old, and then feeling so young.
I always wonder how Nathaniel copes with being as old as he is.
"Kylar. Kylar Lerrielle," I introduced myself and extended one of my tanned arms. "Cute accent by the way." I chuckled. Flirting was coming back to me. It had been a while, but it seemed it was akin to riding a bike. You never forget.
I indicated the shop on the corner. "I need to go there for a couple of minutes. If we're hangin' oot, then you'll need to come with me." I explained, walking slowly towards it, though I faced him, wondering where or not he would follow me.
[Mick's coloruful past = colourful]
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
[ SORRY MY DARLINGS 8C My
Faunet
"Right," he replied flatly, disappearing in a burst of glitter and reappearing in his own room. Jareth sighed, deciding that this day had been eventful enough and he'd spend the rest of it doing nothing.
GingerNut
Rhye shrugged, watching Jergens as if he were a strange animal. "Just does," he decided, turning the radio off. "Darling, it doesn't bite." He giggled a little, then leaned back on the sofa and stretched out his legs. "Right you. Bedroom's that way, go sleep." He gestured vaguely towards the little hallway.
Mick
As soon as I saw the hesitation on Mick's face, I knew that what he was about to tell me was something he probably hadn't revealed to many people. One of the many advantages of being Mick's best friend is that he'll tell you things you would never have expected. He'll leave you wondering and when it's completely erased from your mind, he'll tell you the exact opposite of what you expected.
I'm not making any sense.
Although I always get a bit awkward when he starts talking about past relationships, I always listen and that wasn't going to change. So I sat there, sipping my drink and trying not to stare at him. Nathaniel. I've heard about him before, haven't I?
Have I?
"I didn't know," I mumbled weakly, and I'll be damned - haha, I'm already damned - if that didn't sound lame. Of course I didn't know! "Does it..." Hesitation. "...still...still hurt you?"
My face probably went deadpan when he complimented my accent. I'm not used to compliments from blokes and when I get them I never know what the hell I'm meant to say. So I decided not to thank him, to just ignore that he'd said it at all, and walk after him. "Sure, sure," I shrugged, nonchalant, hands in my pockets. "So you're Ky...lar. Kylar."
(LOLOLOL H'OKAY, MAH BRAIN
That wasn't a good enough answer for Jergens, but he went along with it anyway. He didn't trust the evil black box. The way it somehow made noises with the push of a button... It scared him a little, but not as much as a dog or a woman would.
Or sex...
Cautiously, he climbed back over the sofa, inwardly cursing at the man's comment about sleep. Jergens was hoping, seriously hoping that he would sleep on the sofa, giving him a better chance to make a gettaway, but with it being the other way around, it would be too difficult for his own good. Unless there was a window in the bedroom, which he wasn't even sure of.
He decided to take a chance. "Y'know, I can sleep on the couch... I don't really care. Either way it's a nice upgrade from pavement." he grinned softly, keeping his voice as cool and collected as possible. "Ya don't have to give up an arm and a leg for lil' ol me." he added, making sure that his own eyes were locked with Rhye's.
There was, of course, the option of seeing if he could mooch off of him for a day to really get his bearings on the apartment, but he wondered if he was already overstaying his welcome...
GingerNut Oof. He's looking
Oof. He's looking right at me~! And that smile...
"Darling," Rhye stated, flopping onto his back on the couch and folding a leg over the other, gold eyes staring back at Jergens. "Unless you're willing to curl up here with me for the night - and," the flash of a grin, "trust me, dear, I wouldn't mind...you're taking the bed. Now go, there's probably money lying around in there that you can steal."
Casual as ever, he folded his arms behind his head and smiled brightly up at the redhead.
[ good god Rhye you are a strange, strange man. ]
(Strange, yes. But I love
Ah! Checkmate! If I can play my cards just right now... Huhu, let's see.
"Hm? Now why would I do something that? Please, you insult me." he put a bony hand on Rhye's leg. Money? Or a turtle? He was probably lying. All Jergens knew was that there were things in the living room that he had set his heart on.
Oh, and the radio. He would snag that too.
"Unless yer worried that I might be a potiential rapist... Believe me, I've... been through the experience. Not pleasent." Part of the reason why he was so afraid of... well... you know...
Hm, perhaps it wasn't a good idea. Cautiously, he stood and made way for the hall. "Fine then, if it will make you happy~" he purred along the way, opening the bedroom door and lightly closing it behind him.
And locking it. You could never be too careful...
GingerNut [ I just went
[ I just went downstairs and discovered that we have GingerNut biscuits. I am dying.
Also, I have Taliene inforest and she spies a Jergens |: ]
All other thoughts flew from his mind at the mention of rapists and having-been-through-the-experience. Rhye could do nothing but a) try to ignore the fact that Jergens had just had his hand on his leg and b) stare after the redhead sympathetically and wonder if he'd actually been raped.
He wasn't going to ask.
"...Night!" His voice was a bit more high-pitched than it should have been. Rhye frowned, curled into a ball on the sofa, and closed his eyes. He was used to staying up until obscene hours of the morning, but ah well.
(FYEAH. I even stalk you in
There was a window, but it would be impossible to escape from the height. Jergens didn't want to risk going back into the living room in fear that Rhye would still be awake... and get the wrong idea.
Jergens had no real 'feelings' for Rhye whatsoever besides in the physical sense. In a way, he was kind of like a leech, only one that could give back. Jergens would happily flirt, maybe even go little farther, but he would not. Ever. Engage in sexual activity. Ever.
He looked around the bedroom for anything.. nice to borrow. He didn't find any money, as he had suspected, but he did find some nice clothes that he would keep in mind.
He didn't even bother taking off his own clothes before he went to sleep. Yes, the man had said 'for one night', but Jergens was going to get more than that so help him God.
He always knew how to get what he wanted.
(Hur, timeskip?)
"Sometimes...I wish I could
"Name ring a bell?" I asked with an eyebrow raised because of the way he saidthat. I wandered into the shop. "Athena, Kahlan had to leave a week early. I'm sorry. I can start tomorrow instead," I said to the old woman on the till. She nodded, and told me thank you for telling her. After that, I wandered back over to Rutilus.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
Sierra discovered the nursery
Sleep in the clouds
The softest you can find
Your angel wings
Will guide you away from harm
But listen to my voice
That one day
You will follow it home
Into a warm embrace
Sweet little child
Shut your eyes
And dream in your own little world.
She smiled as she saw him fall alsleep during the song.She slipped out into her room,Holy smoley she murmered entering the huge room. The bed sheets and stuff were blue and silver. There was a door that she guessed that led into a bathroom.Use your powers wisely she remembered just what xactly were they. Wishes she heard in a feint voice. In her mind she wished I was wearing a nightgown she pictured on from a magazine .When she opened her eyes low and behold she was wearing one that unknowingly showed off her body along with a medalion.It looked like Jareth's but it had different stone embedded in it.
She sighed opening the the door that led out onto the balcony.Stepping out she could see the other wing of the castle where Jareth must be,her gaze lingered there for a only a moment before looking at the new world she was in.
Madison smiled at him. "Oh
Wanna rp Waarhijd/Taleine?