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Apr 14, 2008 20:02

Who: Mielwynn, Gordon, open 
Where: Inn in the Realm of the Unwanted
When: January 15th, morning.

Mielwynn watched Ransom sleep.  She’d exhausted the man.  She’d done things with him not humanly possible.

Pleasure and pain until one became the other in one glorious conglomeration.  And all it cost him was a little blood.

He bore bite ( Read more... )

gordan, 01/15, miel

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gordon_ransom April 15 2008, 21:55:47 UTC
Damn she was small but hell if she didn't pack a punch. His mother used to tell him 'it's the small ones to watch out for, their firecrackers' and he hadn't understood it then but stars, he knew it now.

Damn that fae, he probably had over slept. While it was a good sleep and a fantastic night he knew that Zero was still fine tuning the preparations and everyone was required to attend and put in their input. It was going to be tricky to get in given how tight security was.

There were fingers in his hair, blinking his eyes open he looked around the room silently before he began to sit up. At the same time noticing that she hadn't left yet. This was awkward, he never really stayed after he slept with someone. Or they didn't.

"Fae," Gordon greeted as he sat up in bed and ran his hands across his eyes before getting out of the bed, pulling his pants on as he did so.

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doctorsrose April 15 2008, 22:24:59 UTC
"You may call me Miel. Or continue calling me 'Oh fuck, yeah' if you wish." Mielwynn smirked ( ... )

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gordon_ransom April 17 2008, 02:09:52 UTC
His eyes shifted to her in a glare as she mocked him for last night, it wasn't like he was embarrassed like it but that was just .. not what he wanted to hear as he woke up.

"Trust me, he's not. I don't plan on getting shot." Gordon finished as he buttoned up his shirt before glancing around the room and then fishing his gun from just under the bed.

Moving around the room to the basin he rubbed the water across his face, hoping that it would wake him up but found it did little for that. So instead he cupped it into his hands and brushed it through his hair, managing to get it to slick back as he liked it.

"I have to go." There was nothing to say to her, she knew as well as he knew she did, that he had enjoyed it and they had other places to be right now.

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