| Zynoa_Stargold |
 98 M |
| "I'm sorry but it's back to sleep for you." She addressed her sword. right digits manipulating the handle to expertly in the tip back in its sheath with the crimson ribbon spiraling clockwise and counter clockwise around it. |
| Kosmikos |
111 H |
| A swing or otherwise. Though he had plenty of time this evening due to being grounded by customs and the authorities of Sellen City. A misunderstanding to be sure, but in the meantime he had thought to find a place of familiarity, some solace among<c |
| Tomoe_ |
105 H |
| *Sniffing the air, A concerned expression would cross the boy's pale features* "Mom! Are you hurt?!" |
Minato_Stargold |
101 M |
| *Setting the glass of ice down on a table within the room, right hand crossed over to her left wrist, digits gingerly unstrapping her comlink from her wrist. She said not a single word -c- |
| Nightreble |
21 M |
| Curiouser than the cat, quiet and somewhat lazy bare footfalls crept through the corridor. Having not throughly explore the Inn's entirety, she found herself wandering. Almost nosey she tread where sound reverberate. •c |
| Kosmikos |
111 H |
| Casual sway of the porch swing has inspired a bout of dopamine release as he has found the experience euphoric and unique. It hadn’t been many times that he could count where he was afforded the luxury of a peaceful session of relaxation upon<c |
| Kosmikos |
111 H |
| Where the ornate starry specks were sequestered by the withdrawn sun that seemed to swell as it breached the horizon . Its vividly bright orange had painted the clouds around it. An elegant sight, he thought within the confines of his mind. The => |
| Kosmikos |
111 H |
| The long draw upon true cigarette had emblazoned the cherry lit end which rapidly receded the paper into a charred waste whilst cranium fell back and released a cloud of smoke with an exaggerated exhale toward the pastel colored canvas above<c |
| Zynoa_Stargold |
98 M |
| "Hmm?" She touched her left index to the curve of her cheek, pulling her index away to reveal a small spot of blood on the heel of her fingertip. |
| Katia_ |
23 M |
| “Love?” She spoke softly into her watch again |
