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[CLOSED] Isley & Priscilla

Sep 04, 2011 13:38

Who: swordofthenorth and yetsleeping
When: Sunday, September 4th, Morning
Where: Isley’s home, East Anatole
Format: Paragraph
What: It’s an emergency! With paint...?
Warnings: A colorful mess is bound to ensue. I'd drop a Pocahontas "Colors of the Wind" pun here but I'm sure someone would smack me for it.

( . . . to paint away the warmth with winter. )

priscilla, isley

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yetsleeping September 4 2011, 20:21:29 UTC

Isley called it an emergency (not quite in so many words, she knows, but close enough - an urgent matter. Close enough.), and all Priscilla could think as she wound her way through the streets of Anatole was, what could be urgent to him? That question, lingering in her head, running through her like a broken recording, was made all the more insistent by the lack of yoki spiking - his or anyone else's. Not an attack, then... at least not a pressing one, which meant not an urgent one, which meant ( ... )

swordofthenorth September 7 2011, 00:43:00 UTC

Unabashed laughter erupted from Isley as Priscilla’s fists hammered against his chest. The outrage upon her face was striking, but the flutter of her porcelain hands against him had to stop. He relinquished the paintbrush he was holding in favor of scooping Priscilla up into his arms for that reason. Before it had even hit the ground with a clatter, her feet were off the floor and Isley was wearing a triumphant smile like a badge of victory.

“My dear, don’t look so betrayed. This matter is truly urgent.” He swung her about so that she could better see the paints from where they stood, not far from the open doors. “You must understand that I could not wait to see you, Priscilla, and that these paints, open as they are, must be put to immediate use or else they will dry ( ... )

/isn't posting this at 8am. Nope. yetsleeping September 7 2011, 12:01:18 UTC

Unexpected turn of events! Priscilla blinked twice as Isley lifted her, and another time as he swung her. ...that definitely fell into the category of things she didn't normally experience. She swung her feet a bit, wiggling them slightly too, as she looked over the open containers.

The pale whites and blues, they all reminded her of snow drifts. The colors of the North, and the colors of Isley himself, standing under moonlight, or even under the sun on those wintry days of mist and pale blue skies. And she would have done something else - asked a question, maybe, or kicked him in the shin (at least that would be consistent with her initial impulse) - but instead she stops talking, stops swinging her feet, stops breathing for a moment, lost inside that kissHer reaction, unlike the rest of the encounter so far, was not unexpected. By the time their lips parted, she was nearly smiling ( ... )

/stares at disapprovingly swordofthenorth September 13 2011, 01:24:25 UTC

“I could have said as much,” agreed Isley, his smile impish. “Although, that would have made things a lot less interesting, don’t you think so ( ... )

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