Upir by birth, monster by nature, trying to do the right thing by choice. Not here for your fucking entertainment. (#HGRP--MC-21+--Open to suggestions) #Intent
Trying to get this shit up and running again but this place is deader than Brooke fucking Bluebell.
You should stop by, see if we can't liven things up a little.
-- Not new to RP or character.
-- Open to banter and suggestions.
-- OC/MV friendly.
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@ChaoticSinn < tongue against her flesh more than conveyed the appreciation he felt and just how much he’d enjoyed this little encounter and that he wasn’t ready to break the physical contact between them just yet.
@ChaoticSinn < pleasure that coursed through every inch of him. He didn’t speak, couldn’t for the surge of release and emotion that overtook him in that moment, but his heavy breath, the touch of his lips, now at her throat, and the gentle caress of his >
@TheDarkDreaming < He’d spilled more than he’d meant in one sentence, but it was out now. He turned to face Ellie straight on with a gaze as harsh as his tone had been, “Is that person you, Ellie?”
@TheDarkDreaming This was going way over Pryce's head and he fucking knew it, but the simple fact was that his mind was made up and honestly he couldn't give even half a flying fuck. Roman held down the button on the intercom before him, to call through to >
@TheDarkDreaming < staring down at the rooftops below, “Someone who can think for themselves and answers to me, not some walking god complex doctor who thinks the world and its fucking wife owes him its gratitude.” Pausing, Roman, took a long, deep breath. >