ralonica
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Post by ralonica on Aug 7, 2014 8:32:22 GMT
Username:
Ralonica
Name:
Caspiann
Significant other:
Corban
Story:
He smells like the sea.
He has brought the beach into his home and I am the tide, always coming and going. Traipsing sand into the house and tracking it back out again, en route from the sea as I find him nurturing inside of me a love of salt water. His home is beautiful, and it smells like him.
The more time I spend with him, the more I find traces of him everywhere. Going to the beach, wandering around Sydney, one scent of salt water is enough to send my eyes searching for the familiar smile. And I can't help but wonder if I’m missing something, some reason behind my strong affinity to that scent. Something other than our friendship that I find whenever I catch wind of the salty aroma. But I always quickly grab those feelings and fold them up into a little box, right at the back of my mind. And I firmly lecture myself that we're just friends.
There’s no denying that his smile is infectious and my ears tip up attentively every time he talks. I've never had a strong friendship before. I convinced myself that I'm not the friendship type after my badly-controlled aggression earned me so many enemies. But maybe, maybe this time it's different. We haven't known each other long, but I feel as if I've known him for years. I reckon that's a good start.
So yep. Good friends. But it's not going anywhere else. He's a gentleman. And I'm sure somebody so friendly and fun to be around is going to find someone special in their lives soon enough. I'll be there for the moral support.
In a way, I'm amazed by him. Amazed that someone so clumsy can be so competent. Amazed that we share a strange sense of humour. Amazed that he doesn't get mad at me when I quite literally knock myself out in a pub brawl and he has to carry my 6ft body over to his place, where I proceed to fall off the couch and complain about a sore head. But I'm scared I'll hurt him. One bad day could be all it takes for me to take out all my anger on him, hurting us both while trashing an awesome friendship.
I'll hide those feelings away too, because if he knew he’d be concerned, and there’s no reason for that. And meanwhile I'll wait here, hair full of salt water as I brush up on my pool skills, planning a surprise visit to him tomorrow morning for a day at the beach. Because this sea-loving friend of mine is soaking up my life like a sponge and I'm quite happy to go with it. Happy to get to know him better before summer finishes and I decide to do something drastic like teach him how to play pool.
I can still smell him. His scent is in my hair. I reckon he'd love the fact that I associate him so strongly with the beach.
He smells like the sea.
And I love that.
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Post by oliviatheshark on Aug 8, 2014 10:23:53 GMT
Username:
On here, Olivia the shark! C:
Name:
Chernobyl
Significant other: ---
Story:
Let me tell you kid, being demisexual is a challenge to begin with. All my friends, from youth to adolesce, they would have crushes, and me, I'd feel nothing. I felt void of emotions for a while there. I felt wrong it's an odd exclusion, but my mothers spoke with me, they told me I was fine. I didn't care much after I realized this though, I thought maybe, maybe I just didn't like anyone? Maybe I just couldn't love anyone romantically. No one i knew really seemed to have any sort of problem with that - in fact, my mothers were hugely supportive of me and my sexuality. This meant the world to me, knowing I could be loved without so much as an inkling of romantic attraction to anyone. I could love my family, they could love me, but I never wanted what they had. But, as I grew older, this wasn't always the case. I did have a desire to love, to have someone to hold, but I didn't feel anything for anyone I knew. It was crazy - I couldn't force myself to fall in love with anyone, but I tried, God knows I tried. I pray that I didn't break any heart due to my desire to how some sort of attraction so someone, anyone. About that time, Annabelle was born and I started my travels. I couldn't sit still any longer - there was a sort of restlessness about me, and honestly, I couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe it was you, making my nights in the same old bed so tiresome, or maybe it was the waste of time. Maybe, it was the way the ocean air seemed so tiresome after living there for all of my life. So I did what I felt was right. I left. I took off for what seemed the most foreign, and let me tell you, Lithuania is quite cold compared to Hawaii. I was immersed in a new world, something I had desired dearly, but it wasn't enough, so I just kept going. You know, darling, that I haven't stopped? I feel so lonely laying in bed after bed without you by my side. I'd fall into a dreamless sleep and wake up sapped of all light. The sound of your laugh was revitalizing, something that awoke my soul. And, you, your eyes, they're windows into a world so stunning I can produce nothing that is comparable. As for why I love you, darling, I cannot say, whether it be your song, or your intellect - all I know is that I love. You blind me from the world and you take away what fuels my nightmares. Dark turns to light in your presence, you, you are a divine entity, one so blinding, I have no choice but to adore you. I have fallen for you, and let me tell you, it might have taken a while, but now that I've fallen, you're the air I breathe, and the reason to continue living. The only catch? I haven't met you yet . . .
(if this isn't allowed let me know! qvq)
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Username:
Olivia the shark
Name:
Patrick
Significant other:
Luna
Story:
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Olivia the shark
Name:
Meribeth
Significant other:
Florida
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sable
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Post by sable on Aug 8, 2014 21:11:13 GMT
Username: Sable. Name: Northern Significant other: Crash / mate Story: Northern And Crash You haven't ever felt that way about someone? So utterly in love even their little quirks can make you smile? It's... no words can describe it really. As a child I never really thought about finding love. I had some idea of white horses and prince charmings and riding into the sunset and happily ever afters. That's not love. Love is messy and complicated and can hurt you, but it is simply the most wonderful thing.
There's this one moment Crash and I shared, I don't think I could ever forget. If I had to loose all my memories and only keep one, it'd be this one.
We're cuddled together in the soft grass, watching cloud drift past high above our heads and the sun slowly sinking below the horizon. He looks at me, with those deep emerald eyes, and I look back at him. His fur looks like sunlight reflecting under water. I always liked how he looked like water. He tells me he loves me. Everything seems to almost freeze and my heart flutters like a trapped bird. And I didn't realize until then how much I really did love him. All I wanted was to stay lying in the grass with him holding me, so close I could smell the slight hint of forest that clings to his fur.
He made life such a pain, and went through some himself. A fight with another guy who wanted to ask me out. Almost being mauled by my sister. I knew he must love me an awful lot to stick around after things like that. I was also awful glad he did.
I had found my one.
He made me feel... in a word, happy. Even thought it's so much more than just happy. He made me feel important and that I mattered and most of all he made me feel loved. He still does, every single day. It's more than just how he makes me feel. I would be very upset if something happened to make us split up. A relationship is so much more than just being together. It's every little moment shared. It's every smile. It's every little inside joke. It;s every sunset watch, and every little kiss. We're mates and parents and at the same time best friends. I know I'll always be able to rely on him. I'll always have someone who can make me laugh.
I also never dreamed I'd have kids, not even with the most amazing guy I'd ever met. It's like we found this secret little world all parents tell you about, but you cannot believe until you have your own. And the first time, we had twins! They were such a handful, always going off exploring. But he was always supportive and loving. And when I thought I couldn't love him any more it was those other tender moments spend together, forced because you have kids now. That little silent look that says 'we did it!' when they pass another mile stone. Growing taller. Loosing a tooth.
It takes a lot to have a family, but I'd never want to be without my Crash. I sure hope no one sees this, it'd be kind of embarrassing. But I hope he knows I'll never settle for anything else besides his smile, or his deep green eyes, or the way he holds me and we say we love each other. I wouldn't trade it for the world. [ 577 words ]
Username: Sable. Name: Lupe Significant other: Megumi / mate Story: Lupe and Megumi
You want to know about me and Megumi's chemistry? Our relationship truly is basic chemistry. Positive and negative charges, opposites, attract. The positively charged polar molecule, and the negatively charged polar molecule. If conditions are right, they bond.
I never used to think about it really. Love. Relationships. Kids. That was buried far in the depths of my mind growing up. I had an impossible father. I was always trying to prove my worth, to prove I was good enough and I deserved respect. I never got that, I simply 'flew the nest' so to speak. I started to travel. Not far at first, only to find a nice place to be alone for a while. My travels drew me further and further from my mountain home to explore the outside world.
Then I met Megumi.
She was so shy, she'd often avoid me, it became a sort of cat and mouse game. She was very unsociable and hardly spoke. Quite funny considering she has bright orange fur. The more I snooped around in the hopes of finding her, the more I learnt about her. The more I learnt about her, the closer it lead me to realizing my true feelings for this other travelling kiamara. She had the most beautiful singing voice; she'd always sing such beautiful songs when she thought she was alone. She clearly wanted nothing to do with me at first, but I'm very determined once I set my mind to something.
She also used to be afraid of having others even touch her. As I realized I was falling for her, she went from being that 'other orange travelling kiamara' to 'that shy desert blossom with eyes like a shining oasis.' I never really felt a true sense of home in my old mountains with my family. I loved them dearly, and the mountains will always be in my heart, but it was just a place I lived. Megumi was my true home. Where ever we went. We eventually traveled together. She showed me the desert, and we watched this stunning sunset together. The sun painting the dunes bright gold.
She was a shy little loner, always on the move, afraid of even having company. I was determined to a point of stubbornness, I was still trying to prove how good I was. I pretended I was the best, but I always felt awful about myself. Until I figured out I didn't need anyone's approval. There I was, with the most unlikely of companions, and they truly like me for me. We were so different, I think we evened each other out. Our little relationship helped us reach an equilibrium. We traveled, dated, became mates, we even had a daughter together. That's all that matters, we brought out the best in each other and we still do. Every day I can kiss her cheek and tell her I love her, and see her smile, is a day I know everything worked out.
I thought things would never change, and I'd stay in that mountain with my family until the end of my days. I certainly didn't imagine I'd find my perfect match. Or that I'd even ever leave at all. Not always, but sometimes opposites attract. And a perfect equilibrium within the reaction is met. We might be opposites but, that doesn't matter. Somehow I don't think it ever will.
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Username:
Sable. Name:
Fern Significant other:
Script / mate Story:
Fern and Script
I wouldn't say I'm a scientist or a chemist. I passed high school chemistry, but don't remember too much about it. I know in our world though, writers and readers go hand in hand. Just like the beach and a sunny day. Warm chocolate and fresh strawberries. Which is exactly how Script and I go together. You may not understand exactly how those things go together, but you simply just cannot have one without the other. The beach is terrible on a rainy day. Strawberries will never be as good without a good coating of chocolate. I'd never be quite the same without Script.
We have a typical relationship. Met. Dated. Became mates. Had a kid. Had a second kid. But I found in Script something I've never been able to find anywhere else. I'm not sure I can exactly describe it. Usually I'm very good with words. I always thought I was not that great. I was very self conscious. And shy. I'd try to avoid any kind of social situation I could. Mostly I'd just stay at home. That's what got me into writing though, as an escape. It was the only thing I thought I actually was good at. Over the months I got to know Script he showed me the side of myself I'd smothered with my negative thoughts. He showed me I was good and that I was beautiful.
Script showed me everything in the big old world isn't quite as scary as it seems. Nothing is really as it seems. He seemed closed off at first, but we both opened up to each other. I found him so easy to talk to and fun to hang out with. I emerged from the shadows and actually dipped my toes into the world. I felt so lonely and afraid of the future and I thought I was nothing. I'm still not one hundred percent confident and I'm still quite shy, but Script took my hand and pulled me out of my own head. I could never thank him enough for that.
I never had a very close best friend. Script is my best friend. The best you could ever ask for. He's quiet, but we don't always need words to know we love each other. He encouraged me to follow my dream and submit my writing to publishers, before I was to shy to even try that. I'm not published yet, but it's looking like I might be soon. We might not go on fancy dates or have a huge house together, but it's the things he does like encouraging me and supporting me no matter what, that really pull us together.
I like to think I helped him too, in someway. He never had too many friends either, but we have each other now. It might be sappy but he made my dreams come true, of writing and of having a family. I feel like I belong somewhere now, instead of just drifting through the days worrying about everything. He let's me know that everything's okay.
And everything is okay, all because of him.
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Post by Kaizoku on Aug 9, 2014 3:23:37 GMT
Username: Kaizoku
Name: Corban
Significant other: Caspiann
Story:
We met when she caught me staring, half day dreaming, half in awe of her beauty. She caught my sidelong glances, yet instead of being mad, she seemed amused and spoke kindly to me. And I can still remember what she said, with a sly smiled tugging at her mouth - "And a good day to you too.". Her voice was like unknown music, beautiful to hear, but somewhat mysterious, and when she spoke of her name, I couldn't help but repeat it over and over in my head.
Our first meeting wasn't ideal - it was slightly awkward, I was nervous, and my ears were full of sea water, there was unwanted company and a fast-paced brawl, and although these things are troublesome - I wouldn't have wanted it to go any other way. These circumstances showed me a lot about her - Caspiann is amazingly strong and witty, something I truly love and admire.
We haven't known each other for that long - I admit. But every time she speaks, I can't help but cling on to every syllable, and every time she smiles, I can't help but smile with her. She is someone I could talk to for hours - but she is also someone I could listen to for hours. She has a way of captivating you with her witty attitude and sly comments, a way of viewing the demeanor of others how I've never viewed them before.
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Post by kyuubihiro on Aug 9, 2014 3:29:34 GMT
Username: Kyuubihiro
Name: Lemorte
Significant other: Shizuka
Story: Dear Shizuka,
First off, I must apologize. I could have sworn I had my preferred ink and quill ready for an occasion like this one. So I had my brother come over the other day to... assist me on keyboard typing. My apology to you is because I cannot make this letter more elegant and formal. This putrid key typing will have to do.
Now then, onto the objective of this letter. I write to you, my little artist, because I have been tipped by an anonymous gentleman that writing to an angel of Heaven brings good luck and fortunate times for one's family. So, I will use my excellent writing capabilities to woo you, my swan. Our topic today is how we first met. I recall it as though it were a scene in a crystal ball. I was not having the best day. Employees at the farm were having difficulty with growing our berries, which had me worried sales would drop. As owner of my family's company, I was taking all of the heat. But of course, with my apex predatory sight, I was able to spot a certain Kia in a tree by the park. Intrigued, I strolled over, asked her what she was doing, and what do you know, she was a gentle, sweet, and single femme fataile drawing me.
So I asked, why did she draw moi? Well, she initially hid her answer, but I knew it was because she was, as the youth state, crushing on me. So, I was obligated to help her live a dream, by taking her out to dinner, accompanying her to a movie, and of course, bringing her to stay a night at my esteemed Maison. From that night alone, I just knew I had to keep my eyes on her. And I'm glad I did. You see Shizuka love, I used to be a man that only saw women to be beautiful creatures created for the hearts of men. But because of this beautiful blue and orange Japanese Kia, I was able to see the wrong in my belief. Originally, I did not intend to have us remain together that following day, but her, non, your ability to clear any poor picture kept me strong on your pallet.
I was a terrible man who was intending to use you, my love. But alas, your beauty, kindness, and sweet soul was able to slay my darkness, and Kindle our bond. My beautiful Geisha, to this day, we have been happily wed, we have two delightful sons, and I hope we can have many more children, memories, and times of romance together. Shizuka, watashi wa watashi no kokoro to tamashī no subete to anata o aishiteimasu.
With all my endearing love, yours truly,
Lemorte
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clara
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Post by clara on Aug 9, 2014 13:18:11 GMT
Username:
Clara / Clara Oswin Oswald on CS
Name:
Romana Rani
Significant other:
Yvette Felicity Stellaluna - mate - owned by claire;
Story:
I met Yvette in that tiny little cafe in my home town. I remember being unable to take my eyes off of her. She was simply stunning, and it actually took me a few minutes to realize what it was she was carrying around.
A telescope.
That simple object changed the world for us both.
I invited her to come watch the stars with me on the cliff by my home. She agreed, delighted to have the chance to see the stars from a wonderful vantage point.
Upon arriving, I invited her to take a seat on the blanket I had laid out earlier that day; what she noticed was a Tardis, and from there, we instantly delved into a long conversation about our favorite show, Doctor Who. I had her laughing until tears flowed from her eyes right up until the shower started, in which case she told me to behave quietly.
Her captivation with the stars captivated me. Her gold eyes were wide with wonder as she drank in what the sky had to offer.
A gentle smile form on my lips as I simply watched her rather than the meteor shower. I'm happy to say that I do not regret it.
I pursued her from there. I invited her over several times, where we would spend hours talking or playing music; her on her flute and me with either my violin or piano (depending on the mood I was in).
In these long hours spent in my music room, we clicked. She was quiet and soft-spoken where I was loud and excitable. She didn't like my flirting habits much, but her aversion to that didn't stop her from coming to spend time with me anyway. She began to come out of her shell around me; she stuttered less and got excited with me about the simplest of things. We cried, we laughed, and we had fun. And I...
I began to realize that I couldn't live without her.
I tried to ask her out on several occasions, but I could never seem to work up the courage. She always took my breath away, and we would get side-tracked with doing something else.
Finally, when I could not stand being without her for any long, I set up a little table on the beach and got my best friend to make a wonderful dinner spread for us.
It was over dessert where the question was finally asked, albeit in a strange way. As the plate with the strawberry cake that was delivered was placed before her, she quickly noticed the little folded piece of paper addressed to her. She read the note in silence, a hand moving to her throat.
Concern gnawed at my innards. What would she say? Would she still be my friend if she said no? Or would she turn and leave?
As she placed the note to the side, she turned to me, tears beginning to leak from the corners of her eyes. My heart beat faster and louder as I waited for what would likely be a negative to my feelings... I closed my eyes. I couldn't watch her leave.
I felt hands on my cheeks, and suddenly, a gentle pressure on my lips. A whispered breath.
"Oh, Romana..." she murmured. "Of course I will."
It was official then. We were dating.
We dated for a little over two years before everything changed. Yvette had asked me to dinner and had taken me to a nice little sit-down restaurant. Upon arriving, I saw her dressed beautifully, as always. A smile tugged at my lips as I went and sat across from her.
She seemed to be unable to wait any longer.
"R-romana..." she mumbled, fidgeting. "I-i want things to change. B-between us."
Concern and fear began to gnaw at my heart.
"I... I w-was wondering... W-would you be my mate?"
Time stopped. My heart skipped a beat. There was nothing around us. I didn't notice the server, or the other customers. Just her, and me, and the constant sound of my heart.
"Yvette... Of course! Oh, yes!"
Needless to say, we found our own happily ever after with three glorious children.
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Username:
Clara / Clara Oswin Oswald on CS
Name:
Nyssa Stellaluna
Significant other:
Keilani - girlfriend - owned by Sculi the Ax
Story:
We grew up together. Always fighting, laughing, having a grand old time. Keilani was my best friend, and still is. I loved her. Not always in the same context, but I loved her. Still do.
I didn't start to think about her in a romantic way until high school, though. We were two peas in a pod, and we started to hang out a lot more than we used to. We got into a lot of trouble, the pair of us. We even got into a lot of the same hobbies.
One of them being the military.
I remember being unable to bring myself to tell her that I had enlisted. We were sitting at our usual place for lunch with the bell about to ring. Lani was pushing the food around on her plate, gnawing at the inside of her cheek. I elbowed her to get her attention.
"Come on now, what's eatin' ya, then? Somethin' wrong?" I questioned.
"Er, kinda... Well, not really..." she muttered before sighing. "Look, I enlisted. I'm joining the navy."
She refused to look at me as I felt relief in my heart and a laugh sound in my throat. I received a glare from her, as well as a "it's not funny!", but honestly, I didn't mind at that point.
"Oh, calm down," I huffed. "I enlisted, too. I'm going to be a fighter pilot."
We got into all kinds of things together.
Some time later, Lani had to leave. She finished her training before me (for whatever reason mine was taking forever and would a couple more years), and she was off to fulfill her dream. For some reason, my heart ached a little more than it should have.
Two years later, I left on my own journey, too.
We never did cross paths while we were serving. She was in the sea, and I was in the sky. Apparently she was on board one of the docking ships we had used for a week or two, but I never did see her. I found myself wishing I had.
Just as Lani left before me, she returned home before me, too. A total of six years had passed before I could see her again.
As soon as I stepped off that plane, my bag swung over my shoulder, I felt the familiar excitement as I caught a glimpse of a blue haired girl throwing her arms around my neck. I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach; a strange sensation that I didn't mind. A smile and a laugh soon came.
"Oh, come now Lani, it hasn't been that long!" I joked, which earned me a punch on my shoulder.
From there, I whined at her to buy me dinner. I mean, I was hungry and definitely had no cash on me. She 'grudgingly' agreed.
Over dinner it was our usual shenanigans. I'd shamelessly flirt and joke around with her until she was laughing so hard she was crying. We bickered and had fun.
At the end, though...
A change came over Lani. She appeared nervous, which sent a nervous excitement tingling up my spine. I found my heart beating fast as she let out a simple question.
"Would you be my girlfriend, then?"
I don't consciously remember making any kind of decision... It just happened. I leaned over to wrap my arms around her waist, and I kissed her, a gentle 'of course' escaping my lips.
As we became girlfriends, everything just... clicked into place. She was always my best friend, and now she was so much more.
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Post by megacherrio on Aug 9, 2014 13:54:10 GMT
Username: MegaCherrio
Kiamara: Vengeance, Kiamara #384
Love Interest: Kalo ownd by boxxes
Story:I know I can tell you how we're in love, and I know for sure I could write a novel why we're in love, but instead I chose to show you how we're in love, with just the words on this page and what exists between us.
Her name is Kalo and she is beautiful.
I was raised in dungeon, hidden away like a secret weapon too dangerous to let the world see. --and from the moment I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by darkness, all because my image was engraved into a stained glass window as old as the sky. I can look out at my shadow, filling my vision, the prophecy's destiny stretching out as far as I can see and I wonder how my paw-step will ever match that of the girl in the window. Overwhelmed and confused, I stumbled into her. Sometimes love is like that.
Love is feeling your way through the darkness until you can find something solid to hang on to-- and when you do, you can never let them go.
I remember that freezing December afternoon like it was yesterday. I was lost in that small town after taking off running ... betraying everyone who believed in me. I was freezing and confused, and everyone on the streets past by without blinking at the shivering girl.It was dark. I had met Kalo in the cafe, an everything seemed brighter now- like someone tuned on a light-bulb as bright as the sun. She was watching me, her smile so bright, noticing things I wouldn't, like how my fiery horns glittered in the light; I noticed her vivid green eyes, never knowing they'd make me so out of breath just looking at them. She saved me before I eve knew I needed saving. That is love.
She grabbed my hand and lead me down the street, showing me the way. That was love.
She taught me everything I needed to know and showed me glimpses of perfection- let me look through her eyes. \"Christmas?" I asked. She smiled wildly, taking my hand. "Here, I'll show you." The twinkling lights danced around the treetops, and we stood there next to each-other, looking at the sight in awe. The world is beautiful./ That is love.
She still loves me when I'm hurt and scared, not thinking my fears are silly or irrational... instead she holds me close-- like no one has done for me before. That is love.
--and then I grab her hands in both of mine, the wind whipping my back and tossing my hair everywhere and the ice beneath us sparkles, matching the excitement in my eyes. "Trust me." I look up into her vivid green eyes, and she's smiling. I take her around the frozen pond, our skates leaving long gashes in the ice. We collapse into the powdery snow, panting and smiling, our eyes locked together. "We make a good team, Ven."
That is love.
I never thought I'd fall in love when I hardly know what love means, trapped within darkness my whole life. Instead, I've got the most amazing partner you could wish for by my side
and I love her.
Love is when someone can light up the darkness and bring you to life. Someone who makes you smile. Completes you.
"Yeah, we do," I smiled, my heart pounding hard into my chest. [567]
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Post by sanara on Aug 9, 2014 17:29:31 GMT
Username: Sanara
Name: Sam
Significant other: Chastity :: Crush
Story: (list word count at end)
I would like to begin this with a note I wrote days prior:
Chas is such an amazing person. I know anyone would say that about the one they lo- *ahem* care for. She's just so different and independent. She has quite a bit going on in her personal life, yet she finds time to be happy. I was so shocked to find out that we're more alike than I thought. Being alone growing up and even as she aged, her parents disapproved of her. How much closer can you get aside from being hunters.
It's amazing to finally have these feelings again for someone after so long of snuffing them out.
Our first meet was a disaster, but it opened the doors for so much more. It was vampires, for the record. I was hunting a coven of vamps that where in the area and she worked as a guide until... Well, until it got personal for her. I helped her get a friend back, but after that the relationship took on a life of it's own.
Now things have blossomed. She's shown be that feelings aren't something to be afraid of, and that I don't have to worry about hiding them around her. I can smile and actually be happy and walk down the street like a normal person. I don't have to be burdened with the worlds problems, and it's all because she was able to show me the world beyond my crazy lifestyle.
She showed me the joy in what I was protecting.
This joy has sense become the fire of our relationship. While I have shared my feelings with her, and hers with mine, we haven't taken out relationship to the next level for courtship. It almost went to far when when we were touched by the demon, Lust, and her influence. Sense then, we haven't spoken of it, though I hope someday we can revisit the moment in a different light and situation. I hold on to the hope that someday, I might be able to express my love not only physically, but with the true passion she deserves.
Like I said, with her in my life, things have become more than just killing demons. It's a spark that lights the small flame in the normal, everyday life.
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Post by quantumnightmare on Aug 9, 2014 18:42:40 GMT
Username: QuantumNightmare Name: Bioluminescence Significant other: Imber Story: You want to know about Kagayaku's... chemistry? With her fiancée, Imber? Well, Kagayaku supposes she is a scientist. This Kiamara has always been more of a biology person herself you know. ... Fear not, Kagayaku gets your meaning. And of course, though it... Was a rather strange turn of events that brought us together." The dark Kiamara smiles brightly, her infectious bubbly nature showing through her initial wariness at your question. "Kagayaku was a military child, you know. She grew up on a base in some discreet bay, tough, a leader but one that needed no-one. Anyone who even mentioned in jest the illeism you probably noticed was subtly indiposed. Kagayaku was inventive like that. It's why she joined Research, travelling far away from home, across the sea, to her posting in Japan. This Kiamara was their rising star; they said there was nothing she couldn't solve. But she made friends. And she wanted to return to the sea where she had been born. And she started again. Everything led to Bioluminescence the marine biologist, being in the sea at the exact moment the SS Mayfaire entered the marina. Kagayaku wonders how many people met when their future fiancée ran them over with a boat. We shouldn't have clicked. She is everything this Kiamara isn't. Tempestuous, sarcastic and short-tempered to this Kiamara's naïve, bubbly and logical self. She even got irritated by the way Kagayaku speaks, at first. Aurelia would have hidden tripwires in her bunk for weeks. But we were drawn together by our love of the ocean and maybe opposites attract after all. Kagayaku joined her on the Mayfaire to complete her research and she found she felt at home there; she didn't ever want to see that ship sail away. This Kiamara remembers when Imber first got up the courage to tell her story, though Kagayaku could see that it pained her to do so. To find out Kagayaku's girlfriend had been born a princess, and was technically now a queen! This Kiamara had always seen royalty in her stance, no matter how she protested that fact. But that was who she was, and this was the reinvented her. Kagayaku couldn't help but wonder what Aurelia, military girl, would have thought of Princess Mila. They'd probably have waged war on each other, perhaps literally for the Princess. That'd have been interesting, to say the least. But no matter. We were bonded by the breaking of our old bonds. We were both those who had started again; the sea saved us both. And it also brought us together. Perhaps there was always more symbolism than thought in the fact the goddess of love was thought to have been born from the sea." Her smile hadn't even wavered by the time she finished her story, but her lilac gaze was far away. Then Bioluminescence shook her head rapidly, clearing it, and her smile morphed into a delighted grin. "It's almost our wedding, you know! Do you want to come?!" { 500 words }
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Post by ~Juliette Stargazer~ on Aug 9, 2014 19:27:28 GMT
Username: ~Juliette Stargazer~
Name: Karou
Significant other: Tsula
Story: (list word count at end) A lithe male Kiamara who was wearing a white and blue flower crown, askew in his unruly hair, was sitting in a chair looking up at the extravagant ceiling, humming Beethoven’s 9th. He smiled as the memory of the fateful encounter washed over him and he began talking aloud to no one in particular.
“There was an orchestra in his head. He walked down the empty street in the lonely cool night air, leisurely, in no hurry to go anywhere; his flower crown that he wore was askew as he hummed a piece of a familiar song, Beethoven's 9th. One could call him athletic, he was rather fit in a lanky, lithe sort of way. He paused inhaling and exhaling deeply, something was different about the air tonight but he couldn't pinpoint what it was.
That’s when he saw…her; A lone figure with auburn hair cascading down her slender shoulders sitting on a park bench in the moonlight, her flashing, critical ruby eyes clashed with his cool, calm grey ones as she clenched the dagger she held in her hand. As soon as their eyes met, there was no going back. She intrigued the young man. She was everything that he wasn’t. He couldn’t look away. "I apologize for scaring you m'lady." He said as dipped his head, giving her an apologetic and lonely smile he was famous for; as he did so, his bangs fell in his face and his flower crown slipped down his head.
The assassin huffed; secretly relieved it wasn’t some vengeful client but still glared dangerously at him. “What do you want?!” she hissed- her voice sharper than the blade she held. Despite seeing the knife the man remained calm; already determined at the first encounter to pry the beautiful girl out of her cold exterior shell, completely unaffected by her violent and sarcastic nature.”
He paused, sipping some tea taking a breath before chuckling, his thoughts once again swinging back into the past as he resumed his tale.
“After quite some time and gentle prying the young man was able to pry open the young lady’s heart. With his care and devotion, he showed her that the world, although it’s filled with cruelty had kindness within it that balanced it. Just as the two balanced each other; the peaceful verses the violent. Thinking about the young lady would spark the lonely young man’s heart. Every aspect of her was perfect to him. Every sarcastic comment she made, was adorable. Even though she looked tough in the outside,he knew she was as delicate as a butterfly on the inside and he loved her. After some time had passed, He had a surprise for her. He gave a pure snow-white stallion eighteen hands high. But the horse was just the beginning. The young man had fallen head over heels for the fiery young lady. He looked at her lovingly; knowing that his heart would be her’s forever. He wanted nothing more than to give his princess the world. “I wish to make you happy.” He said softly. The young lady was shocked, shaking; she pulled the stallion to a stop and faced the young man. “You’re the first person to ever care about my happiness,” she murmured weakly and flung herself around his neck kissing him passionately for the first time.
The young man smiled. "You mean more than the whole world to me," he murmured softly against her lips and pulled out a small shiny silver box from his pocket holding it out to her in his palm before opening it; revealing a fragile scarlet colored butterfly on a thin silver chain inside. He took a deep breath his grey eyes never wavering though his voice quivered a bit, worried that he would blow it. "I-I like you, a lot, you’re my butterfly," he added in a whisper. He took a deep breath before he smiled his famous smile, "Will you go out with me?" he asked her softly.
A Simple shaky “yes” was mumbled and from that moment on the young man would do anything to protect his precious butterfly.”
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Post by tabby on Aug 9, 2014 19:46:24 GMT
  Username: Tabby Name: Taisetsu-na Significant other: Cecil, mate. Story: (written in anthro form) To my love, It's been years since I've wrote you a letter, let alone a love letter. I remember the first one I sent you... an invitation asking for your time to have tea together. "Dear Cecil, You are someone I can't help like. So romantically or friendly I'd like to know you... Would you like to have tea sometime? Your admirer." You have always loved tea. You still do. I've provided you with countless cups throughout our time together, at first I didn't know how but then I learnt your tastes for the beverage. Such a small action and yet without it I wouldn't have learnt anything about you. The time spent with such a person whilst sipping upon earl grey - of course your favourite - or peppermint or chai tea - for me - is a collection of memories I share with you. Your slender face tasting the tea I brought you and myself smiling as I knew it made you happy, to have one of your favourites. To many others, drinking tea must be just a now and then drink during their morning. But our tea shares conversations not just a taste of warmth, it shares our love for each other even if it's not so public. It can end our arguments and it celebrates our achievements. A cup of tea is a memory I cherish of you, and though I'm glad you choose tea over me... I love tea for making me love you. From your husband and admirer, Taisetsu-na ? I finish writing you a letter, hoping you appreciate the small token that it is. The words mean more than what it's written on of course. The calligraphy is placed on cream embossed paper, but despite your appearance I know you wouldn't mind if it was on a piece of scrap paper, if it contains words from my heart to you. As I walk, I glance into a few of the rooms in the house. Each room is decorated to perfection, and strangely though you spent so much time in these decorated rooms, you still come down to the kitchen to see me. My kitchen in your house, I work along side the staff that work for you, however you've never looked down on me like you have done before towards your staff. I understand why you would if you did, I'm a lower class than you, however you don't and a mix of confusion and happiness runs through me as I think about it. In all our years together, it still surprises me that you choose me over the suitors that you could have had. Maybe it's because I didn't give up on trying to please you, to see you happy, but I'll never know for sure... Reaching the room you are in, my mind slips away from these faults. It doesn't matter why you love me, I know that you do regardless of everything that happens and has already happened. I see you, your beauty radiating from where you stand to around the room, better than the lanterns that are lit. You turn and look towards me when I place down the silver tray I was carrying. A teapot containing earl grey tea, fine china cups, other tea ordainments and of course my letter to you placed neatly on the sterling silver tray. You smile, and before leaving the room I return the subtle facial expression, saying one word softly and gratefully. “Enjoy.” [582 words]
  Username: Tabby Name: Quince Significant other: Azalia, mate. Story: (written as a memory of childhood) (contains a few old references to the old chat rp style) It was just another day for us, sitting by one of the old oak trees of the forest we grew up around. A day where the sun shone like it did almost everyday, and the river swam by in a silk like manner beside us. The water lapped up, as usual, at the red-tinted mud helping to make the mud our childhood selves needed. The mud we need for the pies that is. I was your assistant alongside our shared best friend Aang, and sometimes "Booger" would help us out too. You remember them both clearly, how I wish I could too in the same clearness but it was over fifteen years ago. We see Aang rarely nowadays and "Booger" we haven't seen since our youthful days. This day however it was just you and me. I can't remember what our friends where doing while we sat in our usual places next to the riverbed. Mud had already made it's way onto your curly fur and my ginger locks, making us even more dirty and the day had barely been able to start. I loosely remember our conversation focusing on our shop of mud pies, and mud tarts of course, though the details have been lost throughout the years. Your pink and maroon bubbly mass bouncing below in front of me, instructing me as I made the mud patties with my young paws. You wanted them perfect, but of course I could never seem to get them how you wanted, you never hesitated to fix my mistakes - moaning slightly and telling me again how to do them to your view of perfection. I never gave up trying to impress you though, even at that age I liked you though I didn't know at the time those feelings were of romance. Still as you finished creating the mud pies for us, I had found my way up the old oak like I usually did. And you? Well as soon as you notice the movements above you, you begged me to bring you up - and I did. We'd sit there for hours, watching everyone we knew go about their day. If anyone appeared below us we'd offer them a mud pie or mud tart, some of them would amuse us and accept one while most would walk away in a rather shocked way. We never really cared too much, we had our friends and our happiness to entertain us either way. That was our childhood pretty much everyday. Mud pies, friendship and sitting in trees. The old forest was shared by us and the others. No child of this day knows of that place any more, we have the new forest after all. That is now there childhood, our children's' childhood is placed here in fact. But that place, the old forest, is a scared memory in our minds, a decorated scar yes, just a place forgotten by time. You and me both remember the fire that took it away from us all, the panic of escaping the flames, the lost of the homes that once were there, and lost of the place our childhood memories were made. We lost our old home later that very day but... we never lost each other, not at all Azalia. We found each other, mi bonita. [551 words] |
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Post by vapor on Aug 9, 2014 21:50:31 GMT
Username: The One & Only Vapor Name: Harinsya {Rin} Significant other: Pillangó- a Kiamara invented by me, often seen in Rin's historyStory:I remember, clear as the brightest day I've seen, the time I first met him. Six years old, on the west side of the fortress that was my home, when I lived on the east side- but Fate was surely watching over us, and directed me to the other side. Pillangó disguised a terrible secret, under the black butterfly-wing markings over his back. The very first day, he was sick, very sick, yet Fennva, his grandmother- the Kia who brought me to him- never explained why. At that very first meeting, though, it was so very different. As soon as I entered the room, marked with that unforgettable 303 plate, he uttered his name, in a raspy yet very pleasant tone. He was handsome, pretty emerald and teal colors softly dappling through his fur, and blue-pine-colored mane and tail, little slivers of white flickering through the tips. Thin and wasted, and hooked up to some machine, he looked utterly exhausted, eyes closed, yet still with an aura of humor and willpower, as though his sickness was simply a passing phase. I spoke to him my own name- my full name, which was rare- and took his hand. His eyes opened- the first time in a long time, Fennva told me- and their color was such a bright, intense teal that I almost looked away. But I did not. Teal eyes met fierce orange, and we stared into each other; not just our eyes, mind you, but to our souls. In some odd way, we were already intertwined, and a hole that I hadn't known existed was filled the moment I met his eyes. We stayed locked in that pattern for an entire hour, seldom blinking, communicating without words- words were no longer necessary. Six long years passed, the two of us steadily growing closer, bonding more strongly every day. Beyond our innate connection, we shared a love of so many things. I was his world, and he was mine. Outcast by our families, we only had each other- just him and I- and we didn't know what was in our futures, save the other. Intertwined souls we were, one being in two bodies. We fit together perfectly; my weaknesses were his strengths. As I have always been a closed-off Kiamara, he is open and social. He is prone to sicknesses, where I assist in healing them. Yet we share so many similarities...our love of the wild, of climbing trees, of sweet taffy, of butterflies. No words can describe how perfect he is. Imagine the most perfect boyfriend you can- athletic, good sense of humor, and simultaneously so caring and loving. Not even multiplying that times a thousand comes close to my Pillangó. We never said our mateship vows before he...left. The day he revealed his secrets was awful for both us both, and his departure, I knew, would not be long in coming. His truth was that his parents had caused his sickness, had abused him, the first day we met. I told him, too, my childhood- how ever since my sister had been born, my parents had shut me out. I was a ghost to them, if that. Then we shared that final night. Like thunder building in the distance, it rang with an ominous feeling. I asked him, if he was a butterfly. why did he not fly away? It triggered something. To him, the fortress was nothing, the walls the only obstacles. It was not walls that bound me, but memories. I could not leave yet, but he did. I know I will find him again one day. I have absolute faith in that. He did not intentionally abandon me- we were too close for him to ever form the first trace of such thoughts. But it was his time to leave, and not mine. I have not lost Pillan. I am finding him. We will rescue each other, and I will see him again. The hole he filled is empty now, a black compass slowly leading me to him. I know I will, one day, spot that brighter glimpse of emerald-and-teal among the leafy colors of the trees... 695 words; I know it's long, sorry! ;A; |
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Post by spotted on Aug 9, 2014 22:37:09 GMT
Username: Spottedsong
Name: Henry
Significant other: Talbot
Story:
He isn’t my everything, because we’re both sane. I don’t always rely on him, because we’re both independent. He doesn’t come searching for me at random times because we don’t need that. Our relationship might be a bit of a different one, but it’s no less strong than any other relationship out there. He’s the reason I’m still alive, and that I haven’t tried to escape reality again.
We’ve known each other a long time. Meeting as children always effects how you will see someone as an adult. I’ve seen him grow from an awkward, slightly scared young teenager to a now confident, amazing full-grown man. But spending all this time together makes it possible to see them in every situation possible, and know all their reactions to it, and it becomes almost like reading a book. I’ve seen his anger, his kindness, and his tendency to think before he acts. Talbot is an individual like that I’ve never seen before, and that is exactly what draws me to him.
Talbot is always surprising me. An occasional smile always seems to brighten my day, but then again, so does a little frown. Every time he expresses an emotion, it makes me realize that he’s real, he’s here, and he’s not going anywhere. Of course, I like the smiles better, but those are rare. I try to appreciate the little victories, but it gets harder and harder each time I see him angry. We both have our triggers that make emotions explode, and it comes to a point where you’ve seen it so often and know how to deal with it.
He gives me space, and that’s the most amazing thing. We love the time that we spend together, but he’s willing to step back and let me just be alone. I don’t like the whole cuddling and kissing aspect of couples- I think that a relationship is more of a bond of trust and mutual agreement, definitely not something that should be taken lightly. We’re here for each other, but we don’t expect too much of our significant other.
I hate to sound conceited, but I like to think that I’ve done some good in his life also. It pains me to say that I feel like I don’t give enough. He’s in no way perfect, and I’ll be the first to say it, but Talbot seems to be my voice a lot of the time. I want to be able to open up to him and be there for him. I listen to his problems, try to support him through everything, but I honestly am just confused. What is a good boyfriend supposed to do? Do we sit with them and hold their hand while they cry, or don’t touch them, but try and fix the reason that they cry? Are we supposed to get along all the time, or is it okay to have different opinions? I’m new that this, and I’m terrified that I’m going to do something wrong. I’m scared that I’m going to lose him, or that I’m going to have him slip through my fingers like the sand on a beach. He means too much to me to let that happen. I’m going to try, and I might fail, but I’m going to show him that I love him and how much he means to me.
Because… I think I might love him.
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Username: Spottedsong
Name: Robin Jean
Significant other: Riley
Story:
I think it’s safe to say that what we have for each other is more of a mutual respect than any sort of a relationship. I’ve taken a serious shining to this prince, but it isn’t exactly something I should be proud of. He’s stubborn. He always wants things to go his way, and when they don’t, you can expect all hell to break loose. In fact, I don’t even know why his father hired him an advisor. I don’t really do much. I mostly just watch him write all day. But there’s something in him that I’ve truly never seen before in anyone. I don’t quite know exactly what this feeling is… for all I know, it could be hatred or love or just respect. But it’s certainly there, and not something that I’m used to feeling.
I remember rolling up in the carriage, ghosting over the moat in the dead of night to meet the Prince that I was assigned to advising. I was cocky- not a single Prince had been able to wiggle free of my controlling, knowledgeable grasp. I’m not corrupt- I just control them in a way that there is no possibility of failing. When I came to meet him, there was not a single doubt in my mind that I would be able to subdue him. This kingdom was calm, but it could still use some fixing, and I was sure I’d be able to do it. Boy, was I wrong. This man was a force of nature, something to be reckoned with. The minute he walked through the door, he commanded even my respect.
He has this… this air about him. Something different. Almost like he’s not quite there. Riley is incredibly talented and smart, and can read people like a book… including me, which I’m not very proud of. I’m very guarded, so it’s slightly jarring when someone you thought you were going to control is suddenly ordering you around and you’re actually acting like an advisor should be acting.
I’d like to consider him a best friend, but I don’t know if we’re quite there yet. I’m positive that he still sees me as little more than a nescience, someone constantly getting in his way of ruling his kingdom calmly. Of course, this is true. I try to urge him to make the choices that would get his kingdom the most money without hurting the subjects too badly, but he always goes for the one that he thinks is right. We don’t often agree.
Riley is a great, big, broading thunderstorm that is on the brink of cracking and pouring down onto the dry ground. I’ve seen the lighting, I’ve seen the thunder, but the rain has yet to hit the ground and show his true colors. I want to be there for him, but it’ll all be a matter of getting him to accept me first. I’m going to try… but dear god, Riley, at least give me a chance!
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Post by destiny on Aug 9, 2014 22:52:26 GMT
Username: Destiny
Name: Mascot, who I have named Tavy in this story
Significant other: second mascot who remains unnamed
Story:
For me, what best expresses my love for my partner, is the letter in which I first told them, that I was in love. Specifically in love with them that is. I have attached the letter, after this little intro, so that you may get some perspective. My partner, has been beside me for awhile now. I love them for all the reasons you love another person. We are two in one, and at one point in my life I might have laughed at something like that. "Who says that!" I would have said and most people would think I was just joking, and laugh, but I would seriously judge people based on these qualities. Mostly because I was angry, I didnt know what love, or caring for someone else in your place, was. Now I do, and I am sorry for ever thinking cruelly of those so willing to express their emotions. I am only able to do so because of my partner. They have been able to pull out the best qualities in me, seriously, and ive become a more tolerant and accepting person because of it. I think that is one of the greatest things in the world, when someone can accept you in your worst state; because they can see who you really are. Its a dangerous adventure, and for some people it never works, the relationship can become toxic, especially if all you want to do is change that person. I am forever thankful that my love saw past my rawness, and stuck with me. They didnt seek out to change me, they just decided to show me love. Though it wasnt the most dramatic of changes, I am grateful for the better Kia I have become, because of them.
"Ive loved you for a long time now.
Isnt that how it always begins.
You know youve loved that other someone, for awhile before you admit it out loud.
And then you want to admit it to them, and then to the world.
Well I am admitting it to this piece of paper at least.
And once you read it, Ill be admitting it to you.
All the instances were I was in the presence of others love, always came off as wrong to me.
Love was fake, there was no way it was real. Touching hands, side glances, "I love yous" and
the common fact that all these things were amazing, and beautiful and what the world was about.
All these things turned me away from love, it was to cliche, it was to corny. It just couldnt be real.
But then I met you. Suddenly the phrase "my skin was on fire from their touch" wasn't something to
scoff at. It was real, it was so real, the way your hand would brush mine, and it was fire and electricity
all at once. Its like, once the brain is allowed to realize just what this person means to you, their very presence
ignites you on fire with pleasure and joy.
This is you for me.
You are the side glances that feel like an hour has only passed between you and me. You are the smile that is so bright it lights up the room, and the world, and causes my stomach to flip flop. You are the scent that I catch, and have to stop myself because its as if all the great things in the world dont compare to how you smell. You are the touch of skin that burns me to the soul, and sets me singing a song of pure elated happiness.
You are all these things, and you are you, all of you, your quirks, and your voice and your hair, and those eyes.I could not be without these things, and it is no longer fake. it is so real that when you walk through the door my breath does catch, and I am helpless in these moments.
I love you, I love you, I love you, and that is all their is to it.
Yours truly, forever and always
Tavy"
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Post by lucehbutt on Aug 10, 2014 2:17:00 GMT
Username:
Lucehbutt
Name:
Arabelle
Significant Other:
Rico
Story:You want me to write about how Rico and I click? -snorts- Haha that made be hard since our relationship is um -nervous laughing- unique to say the least, but I will try to illustrate the chemistry between us that keeps us together <3
I love the way his stubble feels against my cheek when I rest my head against his shoulder. Most stubble is scratchy and irritating, but his isn't. It's soft and tickling to the touch-kinda like the feeling of laying in grass on a warm summer's eve. When his stubble has grown into more of a beard, it carries the faint scent of mangoes and daisies. A familiar scent that makes me feel safe and cozy whenever I'm around him.
Rico's eyes(his best feature, in my opinion) are a deep blue that remind of our young days when we swam in the fresh water caves. His eye color is just like a mood ring; it changes when his mood does. When he is sad, it gains an icy tone, unlike the bright sheen when he is elated. When he laughs, his eyes crinkle in a way that makes it impossible not to laugh or smile along with him. The best eye color is when he is comforting me . They seem to possess a gentle periwinkle tone that make me feel less numb inside at my worst times.
One of my favorite things about our relationship is the fact we both love to pick daisies, or any type of flower. On the lazy days, we go sit under by the willow on the top of the hill that overlooks the valley; it's always been the best place for flower picking. We spend hours on end, picking and weaving our flowers into crowns, going so far as to bedeck ourselves head to toe in them. We have a display of all the crowns we've made, each crown carrying its own precious memory. No matter how many times we've gone to the valley and talked while picking flowers, I still discover new and wonderful things about our relationship. If we happen to discover bad things, which are few and far between, we only recover by playfully throwing flowers at each other and watching as the wind carries our worries away. After our crowns have been made, we lay in the valley grass and watch as the clouds drift by, occasionally laughing at everything and nothing all at once. When the day has been tired out, we throw our crowns into the creek to be taken to someone else who may enjoy them as much as we did.
Best of all is that we are both so patient with each other when need be. I know that it's a little bit unfair to say that since I'm usually the one who blows up, but there are some instances where he gets severely goofy and becomes another child. However, I'm patient with him just like he is with me, so we have found the just the right balance.
I know that we have our ups and downs, especially through the five kids, but Rico is still the same goofy guy I feel in love with ages ago and still fall in love with day in and day out all over again. I once read a quote that perfectly describes our chemistry and my absolutely positively favoritest thing about our relationship:
"We may not have it all together, but together we have it all"
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