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Post by RORY MCLAIN on Jul 26, 2016 18:02:45 GMT
[attr="class","humour"]even without an apology when the girl started to move away he would let go, his arms unwrapping around her as he gently lifted his arm to allow her to move. he had no intentions of sleeping with her, as odd as that may sound for rory. it was just fun to get on her nerves, to make her feel what she did to him. "you're free to go," he smirked as he rotated onto his back, now laying flat on the bed facing upwards. eyes would hazily stare at the ceiling, circling it ever so slowly. he was starting to get sleepy, and the albeit small intake of alcohol wasn't helping. "don't lie;" he called for her attention, "i know you liked it." a hand went up to place on his forehead before slowly moving upwards to flick through his hair. "let me know when you want to sleep so i can move to the chair." a small yawn followed. NICOLETTE SILPH [googlefont=Open Sans:800] [newclass=.humour::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;background-color:#000;border: 2px solid #fff;[/newclass][newclass=.humour::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background-color:#000;[/newclass]
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everything's a blur, take me over |
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Post by NICOLETTE SILPH on Jul 26, 2016 18:13:54 GMT
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]Your lips feel warm to the touch You can bring me back to life On the outside you're ablaze and alive But[attr="class","dilyric3"]you're dead inside | [attr="class","dibody3"]and just like that, it's done. all of the tension leaves her body in one breath; she doesn't speak a word as she slides off the bed to retrieve and don her clothing, drying off her hair with one of the towels. rory thinks she's going to let him sleep on a chair in his own room- he's an idiot. without a word she climbs onto the surprisingly not beer-stained chair, legs curling to her chest as she rests her head against the back of it. "your bed sucks anyway," she sighs, eyes finally closing as she dares to drift off, even in his presence. she's too tired to stay vigilant; if she wakes up behind bars, so be it. |
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