RPG - Jas and Alejandro

[timbits_tootsie]

Relief replaces the strange nervousness in his gut at seeing him smile. “Don’t thank me before I know if I can help him. Not all curses can be undone,” he warns, but there is a little smile on his lips nonetheless.

Absinthia returns to the table, carrying a bowl of sprinkles only, and the purely happy look on her face makes him chuckle. Two thirds

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[timbits_tootsie]

(Okay, I'm super tired, so the story keeps getting mixed up in my head. This is how it's supposed to go, I think: Grimm and Kristtorn rivalise over Sinthia's mother, Grimm gets her, Kristtorn gets pissy/curses him/leaves, they have the baby, she leaves. Jesus. That's why I said 8 years, I think. I confuse myself when I'm tired :/)

[antonnachzehrer]

Alejandro shakes his head. "We're going to show Jaspre the purple flowers, remember? And then your papa can sleep and then we'll dance all night long, I promise."

{Okay! We can always change things during the editing process if they don't work out. :3 Sweet dreams love!}

[timbits_tootsie]

“Then you can’t tell him how late I stayed up!” Quickly she runs to put the empty bowl in the area where the dirty plates and eating utensils are gathered for cleaning and returns to them, tugging them up from their seats

[antonnachzehrer]

"A few more," Alejandro says. "But stop if you get too tired, alright? Your papa would never forgive me if I let you pass out."

{Replies are going to be few today, love. I've got school and then we're going out for dinner.}

[timbits_tootsie]

"Okay."

Jaspre observes closely as she weaves magic into the ground. And, as she makes her third flower and sighs, tired, he touches the tips of his claws to the dirt and pours magic into the surface.

Lavenders sprout from the grass, shooting into the air, growing tall and strong. Within two feet of them they cover every part of the ground, swaying in the mild breeze of the evening.

Absinthia gawks. Then, regaining herself, she blinks her eyes slowly and looks at him. "You're amazing," she blurts out.

"That should be enough lavenders for your papa, hm?"

"Help me pick them, Ale!"

(Okay. I've got Martin over :3)