MethodicManic's profile picture. The abyss of a tortured soul is blacker than the corners of hell. Dwell within the manic state, take the world by indulgence. [RP 21+]

Edward

@MethodicManic

The abyss of a tortured soul is blacker than the corners of hell. Dwell within the manic state, take the world by indulgence. [RP 21+]

You might like

And nothing interesting going on here.


::rolls my eyes @ChasteIsabella.:: Or they could get your compulsive cleaning disorder.


::gazes deeply into @ChasteIsabella's eyes and presses my lips to her temple murmuring.:: I don't think any child should have what I do.


::Brows crease in the middle in thought, fingers toy with the material of @ChasteIsabella's shirt.:: I don't know.


::Quips a brow down @ChasteIsabella, arms languidly coil around her shoulders.:: Are you pregnant?


::Blinks several more times before shaking my head @ChasteIsabella.:: Why the hell would you want kids with me? I'm fucked up, ya know.


::deadpans and blinks blankly @ChasteIsabella, jaw dropping.:: You told me you were on the pill.


// Missing my @ChasteIsabella very much. Love you always. And back to not being a sap. ::makes a tough man face.::


ring from @ChasteIsabella.:: Are you sure you want to do this?


::I turn my body towards @ChasteIsabella and find myself flabbergasted by her promise. A promise I shocked me in a good way. I take the --


back out that I relaxed, eyes focusing to the box in @ChasteIsabella's hand. :: What is that?


::I watched @ChasteIsabella leaving the room and I small panic seeped in that she might actually be leaving. It wasn't until she came --


understand why the episodes keep happening. All it will take is one bad one and I'll wake to you gone. Packed and...::tone drops:: gone.


You aren't doing anything wrong. ::I let @ChasteIsabella take the fork from me and both hands push the plate forward.:: I don't --


us right, but how? ::The fork in my hand pushed the contents of food on my plate to opposite sides.::


::Bright emerald hues glimpse slowly up to @ChasteIsabella and I sigh at her agitation.:: I don't know. I want to make this right. Make --


from each other, eating in silence. I could hear the thudding of my heart beats in my ears. I wished nothing more than to hold


simple gliding of her finger down my cheek or over defined muscles. I missed our love making, but I couldn't trust myself. We sat across --


there was some distance beside us. At night when she though I slept, I relished in her touch. Her fingers combing through my hair, the --


-- become of me if she did. Was that selfish of me? I promised her that I would never repeat what happened the first time but I made sure --


Loading...

Something went wrong.


Something went wrong.