Intro post

[fangs_gray]

Surreal enters warily, oversized green-gold eyes noting each exit and stiletto already in hand. She's quite beautiful, and moves with a deadly grace, a mark of both of her professions, that of whore and assassin. She brushes her hair back behind one ear, revealing their slightly pointed tips, and adresses the room

Comments

[fiesty_eyrien]

*and here's a three-months (or possibly four) pregnant Marian, smiling* Hello!

[fangs_gray]

*with a noticable bump? We'll assume so for the purposes of this conversation*
Marian! How're you?

[fiesty_eyrien]

*yes indeed!*

Lovely! I'd be even lovelier if Lucivar would stop being ...well, himself.

[fangs_gray]

*Tries to hold back a laugh, but can't* Well, you married him, sugar. *smiles to show she's only teasing*

I'm guessing that being pregnant is doing nothing to make him less protective either?

[fiesty_eyrien]

*eyerolls fondly* I know, I know, I've got to be insane.

Of course not. He barely even lets me garden.

[fangs_gray]

*laughs loudly at that* Do you want me to help beat him into submission?

[fiesty_eyrien]

*grins* Sure!

[fangs_gray]

*grins* I'll work on it when I see him

[yasiprick]

Oh, will you now?

[fangs_gray]

*And this will be a Surreal who wants to backpedal, but whose pride won't let her* Yes, I will. *lifts up her chin in challange* Don't suffocate your wife.

[yasiprick]

*turns to Marian, but not before giving Surreal the fiercest look he can muster (which is pretty fierce, even if he doesn't actually mean it this time)* Dear, have I ever suffocated you?

[fangs_gray]

*Is the daughter of the queen of the harpies! Shouldn't be scared! Gulps anyway*