Take me down to the little white church
Posted: 26 Sep 2017, 04:23
Taranto
straightens his tux and waits for his beloved
Taranto
Zila, will you be mine?
Zila
Always.
Taranto
bowing his head, to her, taranto raised his wrist, tearing it open with his fangs before pressing it to her lips "With my blood, I will protect, honor and provide for you, till death does us part
Zila
Mindful of their small audience, she drank lightly before sealing the wound. Smiling, she looked up at him, "You saw past the shy, scared fledgling, for which I am forever grateful. I will always defend, cherish and care for you, till death does us part."
Taranto
Lowering his head to her the mystic whispered softly, "Mine" as his lips caressed hers. His eyes roved her face, memorizing each curve of her beautiful face.
Taranto
Gently stroking her cheek he smiled "So beautiful"
Zila
"All yours," she purred softly as their lips met. Sighing happily, she leaned into the touch, sure she was blushing at his comment. "Quite handsome, yourself," she smiled, stretching to gently brush her lips against his once again.
Taranto
Turning to the few friends that had attended, the lithe mystic nodded in acknowlegement to them, "Thank you all for coming. This was indeed a special night to me. The fulfilment of a dream, that has long teased my thoughts. It touch deep within my soul, that you all chose to share this moment with us."
Zila
Snaking her arm around him, she leaned against him lightly as he addressed the few gathered. She appreciated the intimacy of the event and in her opinion, it suited them well. It was perfect, really. "Your presence here tonight makes this special night complete." She paused, smiling up at him, "It's been a delightful journey to get here and it promises to be even more wonderful continuing forward."
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This thread was submitted via a live roleplay chat in the Station Net Cafe area. Participants and rewards were: Taranto earned 210 RPP. Zila earned 227 RPP.
straightens his tux and waits for his beloved
Taranto
Zila, will you be mine?
Zila
Always.
Taranto
bowing his head, to her, taranto raised his wrist, tearing it open with his fangs before pressing it to her lips "With my blood, I will protect, honor and provide for you, till death does us part
Zila
Mindful of their small audience, she drank lightly before sealing the wound. Smiling, she looked up at him, "You saw past the shy, scared fledgling, for which I am forever grateful. I will always defend, cherish and care for you, till death does us part."
Taranto
Lowering his head to her the mystic whispered softly, "Mine" as his lips caressed hers. His eyes roved her face, memorizing each curve of her beautiful face.
Taranto
Gently stroking her cheek he smiled "So beautiful"
Zila
"All yours," she purred softly as their lips met. Sighing happily, she leaned into the touch, sure she was blushing at his comment. "Quite handsome, yourself," she smiled, stretching to gently brush her lips against his once again.
Taranto
Turning to the few friends that had attended, the lithe mystic nodded in acknowlegement to them, "Thank you all for coming. This was indeed a special night to me. The fulfilment of a dream, that has long teased my thoughts. It touch deep within my soul, that you all chose to share this moment with us."
Zila
Snaking her arm around him, she leaned against him lightly as he addressed the few gathered. She appreciated the intimacy of the event and in her opinion, it suited them well. It was perfect, really. "Your presence here tonight makes this special night complete." She paused, smiling up at him, "It's been a delightful journey to get here and it promises to be even more wonderful continuing forward."
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This thread was submitted via a live roleplay chat in the Station Net Cafe area. Participants and rewards were: Taranto earned 210 RPP. Zila earned 227 RPP.