โฅ "I am not a Horntail Herder, I protect them." โฅ
โฅ โดโฅ Hungarian Wizard on the search for Horntails being poached or captured.
โฅ โดโฅ Durmstrang Institute Alumni.
โฅ โดโฅ Gentility in nature.
โฅ โดโฅ FB RP, Original Character.
โฅ โดโฅ Muse of #EcstaticCluster
โIt is meaning stuffed cabbage. Mama used to make it vhen she was too tired to make anything else for us.โ He teased a small chuckle. โIt is easy and delicious. You vill like.โ
Vhut does being handsome hay-ve to do with climbing?
Lola climbs me daily like a little bat clinging to a cavern vall. Hm? I do not need another little bat.
Mirkรณ swung another gentle kiss before retracting almost reluctantly. He could tell her now, but why ruin the moment?
Suppose he will bring on the news during her meal. Or perhaps he wouldnโt at all.
โI vill make you tรถltรถtt kรกposzta. It is ~
โI love you.โ He echoed sweetly.
He did. In all of his years, he hadnโt felt this engulfed in such a feeling. It was enamoring, frightening, and yet utterly blissful.
A chuckle released delicately at the abrupt comment. She was always so brazen in her statements, wasnโt she?
He moved to kiss her directly, moving a hand around her waist.
Oh. He had to remember what that was exactly as itโs been a moment since the last winter as it was.
Mirkรณ managed maneuvering a smile to the forefront, applying another kiss to her palm before taking a stretching stand.