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Post by Morby on Jun 15, 2008 0:16:27 GMT -5
Please darling can you lead way
My world was flipped now I have gone astray
Now it falls apart every night to the sight of the dim stars Hands interlaced behind his head, Charles stared upward from the grass. It was so peaceful here; away from the hustle-&-bustle of the Estates. He often would walk the distance, clearing his lungs and his head in the cool night air. A light breeze rustled the leaves of the great Oak he placed himself under, invoking a contented sigh. He stirred, forcing open one eyelid; meeting the curious amber eyes of a doe and fawn not yards away. She nudged the fawn and followed it back into the thicket. Nowhere is as peaceful as this. Charles crossed his leg over the other and closed his eyes once more. Last time we returned to our old ways
What makes you think we'll change |
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Post by Llama on Jun 15, 2008 6:52:26 GMT -5
 Iris was riding along on Spoon, the mischievous grey pony when she saw a figure lying, relaxed in the sand. A grin spread over her face as many ideas came to mind. Perching lithely over the ponies whithers, she clucked near his ear three times and felt the exhilaration of speed as he changed gears up to to a canter. She was doing a bad thing - she wasn't wearing a helmet. But this was the first time in a very long time she'd done that, and besides, it's a roleplay. I can tell you here and now she's not going to fall off. xD Hair billowing behind her, the thump thumping of Spoons black hooves could probably be heard by the relaxing Charles.. But Iris hoped not. Feels like I'm twenty again! She thought with a mischievous grin. Then, as they got closed towards Charles, she got Spoon to preform a sliding stop, spraying Charles with sand. Bursting with laughter, she smiled down at her husband of 23 years. "'Ello Charlie." |
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Post by Morby on Jun 17, 2008 4:47:19 GMT -5
And now I’ll stop the storm if it rains
I’ll light a path far from here Charles winced, brushing the sandy soil from his tanned face. He eyed Iris mock-angrily, sat atop Spoon. Without a helmet. WITHOUT A HELMET. Charlie pushed himself up from the ground, dusting off his faded blue jeans. He smirked, moving to his wife's side and resting his large hand on her thigh. "Think that's funny, eh?" Charlie then grabbed Iris by her hips, pulling her from the saddle. He wrapped his arms around her hips, supporting her lithe frame with ease against his work-toned stomach. He lifted his chin, aligning his mouth with her ear. "What do you think you're doing with a helmet - again?" he breathed, kissing the hollow below her ear. Charlie chuckled and wrapped her legs around his back. He moved for Spoon, taking the reins with one hand, supporting Iris with the other. He tied the pony to a wooden bench in the shade. Placing her on the bench, Charlie looked down at her with amusement. I’ll make your fear melt away
And the world we know disappear [OOC: Dood, wtf Spoon? xD] |
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Post by Llama on Jun 20, 2008 3:00:51 GMT -5
" Infinitely." she quipped back at his funny comment as she was still bursting with laughter. They'd been together 23 years and she still enjoyed pranks on him. Ah, naughty Iris. But I mean, it's not like they don't behave elsewhere. They just definitely had a good, healthy relationship. " As for without a helmet.. Well.. Um.. Spoon attacked me and demanded I ride him without one? My hair got hot? My scalp wanted a tan?" she replied again, coming up with various excuses (excuses are not true, reasons are) as to why she wasn't wearing the number one piece of horse safety equipment. Not wearing a helmet around the barn and being caught by Iris could land you on serious tack-cleaning duty. Or painting. There was always some place in the barn with chipped paint, for some odd reason. Generally due to horse kicks/bites. But another thing.. That made her feel giddy. A kiss from her husband still sent a shiver down her spine, making her all warm and fuzzy inside. She sat on the bench, looking up at Charles (whom she fondly called Charlie) with large, innocent looking eyes. |
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Post by Morby on Jun 24, 2008 5:15:35 GMT -5
Please don't mind what I'm trying to say 'cause I'm, I'm being honest
When I tell you that you
You're part of the reason I'm so set on the rest of my life “You come up with the silliest excuses,” Charles whispered as he gazed lovingly down at Iris. He leaned down, hands braced against the wooden bench on opposite sides of her. He smirked, hovering just above her lips. If Iris could play games, Charlie could, too. And he would. He shifted his weight against his left hand; trailing the other slowly up Iris’ thigh from her knee, sea green eyes following all the way. “Twenty-three years and touching you still sends shivers up my spine.” And he meant every word. Charlie shifted his gaze, locking his sea-green eyes with her emerald ones; his hand coming to rest at her hip, his eyes flashed in amusement. He worked his fingers up under the hem of her shirt, biting his lip, moving his left hand to Iris’ hip. And then he struck. Charles launched a ‘tickle-attack’, working his hands and fingers furiously, trying to keep her pinned against the bench, cackling all the while. “Revenge is sweet, is it not, my love?” Word Count
169 Being a part of you
You tell me what you think about being open,
About being honest with yourself |
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Post by Llama on Jul 7, 2008 0:41:37 GMT -5
Iris smiled as, that was indeed very much the same feeling she got being around him. Although, little did she know, she was about to feel a shivering of her own; but for all the wrong reasons. Staring up into his green eyes, enveloping her like a pool of deep water, she was lost for a moment, only to be bought quickly back to reality by the need to escape from quickly moving fingers in her side and on her stomach; she was being tickled. But the problem with that was Iris is very ticklish. Arching her back, she attempted to get away from her husband. " Charlie!" she half-screeched, half-laughed. |
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