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Created by Soleil
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/24/17 See? I can be tough.
*peers up at*
Right? I kicked her out. That's tough.
*starts to unbutton her pants*
Why don't you go... Um.
*points towards closet*
The outfit.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/24/17 *grumbles*
*nuzzles more*
if you want me, then just say so.
*hasn't moved face*
Because I kicked Margot out for the night.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/24/17 ... I'm not that tough.
*knits brow*
Where did you put the silk ties?
*wraps arms around, snuggles*
Your boob pillows are so comfortable. I don't want to move.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/24/17 F*ck off.
*grumbles, rolls off*
*huffs, looks up at*
*straddles her hips, rips her shirt open*
... Oh my god. Was that okay? I'm sorry.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/24/17 *rapid blinking*
What? Babe. Why can't you just... Do what you do.
... I'm not good at this. C'mon.
*climbs back on top of*
Don't torture me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/24/17 Yeah?
*small grin*
*grabs her shirt collar, pulls into fervid kiss*
... That's all I've got.
I'm innocent.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/24/17 *way too loved, doesn't know how to react*
*thumps her over the head with a pillow*
I was going to woman-handle you a little bit more, but now I just wanna love on you. Ugh.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/24/17 I do.
Stop grinning like that. I can't think straight.
All I know is that I've never been more content than when I'm holding you. You make my heart ache, woman.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/24/17 *blinks slowly*
*definitely swoons*
You're the love of my life, too.
*gets all bashful*
All of them, really... I mean that.
Caitlyn Darrow 05/23/17 Soleil
It helps me sleep. Maybe?! Let me know if you do. Thanks ♥
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/23/17 *knits brow*
I can show you.
*kisses jaw*
I can't afford you ever forgetting just how much.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/23/17 *throws on bed*
*crawls on top of*
Do you know how much I love you?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/23/17 'Kay.
*scoops up, tosses over shoulder*
I hope you're hydrated. ... Well-rested. Had lots of protein.
*slaps her ass*
You're gonna be preoccupied for a while.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/23/17 I could beat you at anything, any time.
*presses foreheads together*
I have endurance. ... Speed. Strength.
*small grin*
Wanna find out?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/23/17 *casual shrug*
Tough? That's all relative, gorgeous girl.
*leans in*
Want to find out?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/23/17 ... But I wanna bang you wherever you want, whenever I want.
*intense pouting*
No, not flexing. I'm just ripped.
*waggles brows*
Impressed yet?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/23/17 *rolls eyes*
I don't think she's ever leaving.
Me too.
Notice anything different about me?
Caitlyn Darrow 05/23/17 Soleil
Please return my squeaky???
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/22/17 *sets glass aside, crawls into her lap*
You mean besides looking at apartments for Margot? No.
I miss Winter. When is he coming home?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/22/17 Great day. Even better now.
*such a squish*
*kisses tenderly*
How about you?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/22/17 Soleil
On the back patio with a glass of wine.
Come join me, gorgeous.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/22/17 Soleil
What are you up to?
Winter Summers 05/22/17 Soleil
She is, you will really like her when you get to know her better.
And I miss you too, I'll be home soonish.
My sister Sky passed a few days ago and I haven't really moved from my spot on Elouise's floor.
That sounds terrible now that I think about it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 *cracks sleepy eye open*
*grumbles something incoherent*
*crawls into arms, gets all snuggly*
Love you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 *is a black hole*
*groans, paws at*
You're a monster.
*rolls off of anyway*
I'll be here when you get back.
*... already snoring*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 *pushes food away, straddles her hips*
*soooo full*
Just hold me for a few minutes?
*quiet yawn*
Or... Maybe until morning.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 *feeds chicken*
*looking at all lovey-dovey*
You're ridiculously adorable. You know that, don't you?
*paws at*
And, yeah. I'm not sure if you're more insatiable with food, or me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 ... You love it. You know you do.
*nuzzles, then steals bite of her next eggroll*
Are you sure? Even that one thing?
Well, I guess it's just whatever you want, then. For as long as you want. I'm yours.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 ... No. You're my dumpling.
*cheesy smile*
*curls up next to, already grabbing food*
I thought I was crushing before, but once you walked in the room with this food...
*leans in, lowers voice*
You can do whatever you want to me tonight. Even... That thing you keep asking about.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 *bats lashes at*
*so innocent*
Don't forget the soy sauce, babe!
*grabs fuzzy pjs, already plopping in bed*
Love you!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 *rolls eyes*
*still flustered, though*
Fine. Hurry up, then!

*door bell rings*
Kung Pow Chicken!
*throws wife off of*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 *groans again*
Stop talking.
*pulls closer*
26 minutes, now. Babe.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 You have... 28 minutes to prove it.
*wraps legs around her waist*
27, now.
*wicked grin*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 *squeals*
... God, I love you.
*knits brow*
Don't break my bureau.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 You just like to catch her off guard. Ugh.
*groans, peels self away*
*ordering Chinese food while simultaneously shedding clothes*
'Kay, it'll be here in 30!
*bolts for the bedroom*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 I think you're more than capable.
Now c'mon. I don't want Margot to walk in on us.
*tugs on her shirt*
Not that you'd care.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 I'm willing to put all thoughts of Dancing Bears and pancakes aside, Soleil. That is how much I love you.
*takes shirt off, throws at*
Can you be thorough enough in 45 minutes?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 *winces*
It was... Both.
*peeks one eye open*
Do you still love me?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 ... So then you'll just have to work extra hard to keep my mind off of I t, won't you?
*sifts through her hair*
*kisses jaw*
Trust me, babe, Chinese sounds great, but that's not what I've been thinking about all day...
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 So get carried away, then...
Margot can always answer the door, right?
*breath hitches*
Let's get carried away. Please. C'mon.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 *so smothered*
*definitely loves it*
Chinese? Netflix? Babe.
That's the sexiest thing you've said to me all week. I vote quickie before the food is delivered.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 *hunts around house*
*finds wife, already straddling*
Hey, you.
Long day?
Winter Summers 05/21/17 Soleil
She's super rough around the edges!
Did you!? Isn't she amazing!? She's my rock!
Out of my siblings she is the one who I feel actually cares.
That sounds bad, they all care it's just oh I don't know exactly how to explain it!
As for the coping a feel or making a quick buck knowing her it was probably both.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/21/17 Soleil
Back to Cancun? 😍
Maybe soon. But I like you just as much here, slumped on the couch with a beer. Because you're so cute. Ugh. I'm on my way home. I'm gonna kiss your face off.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/20/17 Soleil
Margot and I took a bike ride and got ice cream.
Just wanted to check in and say I love you, Soleil.
You're everything I want and need in this world.

Did I mention I love you? 💕
Because wow, babe. I'm just crushing on you extra hard.
When I come home, let's put on our fuzzy pjs and finish Sense8. ❤️
Winter Summers 05/19/17 Soleil
I find it quite refreshing!
It's so rare you find love as precious as the one you two have!
Well I don't know about all that, my sister Spring doesn't try to be a good person AT ALL!
Still love her to death though!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/19/17 *so touched*
Yeah, babe?
*bats lashes at*
Show me just how much you missed me, then. I'm all yours.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/19/17 *blushes*
Yeah, babe. You know I am.
*takes her hand, places it over heart*
I've been heartsick over you all day. I just wanted to love on you. Is that pathetic?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/19/17 *nuzzles*
Im crushing on you tonight. Seriously.
*little smirk*
Not an inch of you is going to be left unloved. Okay?
*paws at*
But you're still wearing your f*cking pants.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/19/17 *pulls onto bed*
*looms over*
You may be mine, but I intend to mark my territory, right now.
*devious grin*
Think you have a few hours to spare?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/19/17 I'd never ask you to do that, Soleil.
*props self on knees*
Come here, gorgeous girl.
*wraps arms around*
What I want, only you can give. And I only want it from you, forever. Does that seem plausible?
*doesnt wait for an answer, pulls into kiss*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/19/17 *squints, dead pans*
Where the f*ck are you going?
*gets up, reaches for*
You're supposed to want to be here. With me.
*actually wounded*
Go sleep on the couch then, if that's what you want...
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/19/17 *even more indignant that before*
*totally woman-handled*
Not with you.
*scowl deepens*
Go sleep on the couch.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/19/17 *tugs at*
I'm not interested anymore.
*huffs indignantly*
I just want to go to bed.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/19/17 *shrugs*
... Nevermind. I guess you don't want me.
*severe pouting*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/19/17 Would you like to bet?
*rips off button*
Take. The. F*cking. Pants. Off.
Winter Summers 05/19/17 Soleil
I don't believe that is true! I mean have you seen you two? You practically ooze love. And it's adorable!
I try to be a good man just sometimes it doesn't pan out the way I wanted and or planned!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/19/17 *not in the mood*
*tugs on her waistband*
Don't make me rip them off you, woman.
*nips at*
Summer S Summers 05/19/17 "Soleil!" She exclaimed, as if many things clicked at once in her brain. "I'm Summer. The...blonde sister?" There were so many other adjectives to use instead of 'blonde'; perpetually stoned, less outwardly angry, non-vampire, oldest, stripper- just so many. Blonde seemed the most mundane. The least telling of who she was. "I've only heard the bare bones details, oh and that you were a contact if " **** hit the fan"- quote, end quote. Or so I was instructed when I arrived in Moscow after Elouise was shot? I have no idea. Winter just said, 'Call Soleil'. Anyway. I say again- nice to meet you! I know you're very dear to Winter. Any friend of his is a friend of mine."
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/18/17 Good answer...
*fidgets with her shirt hem*
I love you, too.
*clears throat*
... Pants off?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/18/17 *climbs off of*
Go make love to Annie Lennox, then.
See if I care.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/18/17 *flips right off of the couch and onto the ground*
*means business, b*tch*
We'll do it to whatever I damn well please.
*looms over, triumphant smirk*
Extra brownie points for finally following my taste in music, gorgeous.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/18/17 *disgruntled, pins back down*
Deathly serious, wife of mine.
'Sweet Dreams', also. On loop. Just those two.
*clears throat*
Now, are you going to take your f*cking pants off, or do I have to?
Summer S Summers 05/18/17 Giving a cheeky grin right back, she says, "Had I known you were the lucky lass, I'd have kept my hands to myself!" Quirking her head to the side, Summer lifted a brow in coy thought as she gives the woman an approving glance. "On the other hand, maybe I wouldn't have!"
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you!"
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/18/17 *nods slowly*
It is. Like those Dancing Bears? Visionary.
*flips over, nestles into*
Meanwhile, I'm still enthralled by your boob pillows.
Let's do it listening to Shooting Star. C'mon.
*definitely serious*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/18/17 *smug grin*
You knock me out, babe. Can you blame me?
Nothing on the blueprints, though I think we should gut the kitchen and update everything. It's due for a renovation.
*winks at*
Will my wife spoil me with a stove that turns on when I want it to?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/18/17 *Cheshire grin*
Hey you weren't complaining.
You could never be a burden. Unless you're sleeping on me in a hotel with an abysmal cooling system.
*nods slowly*
I mean, nothing artistic, but I finished the plans for the town houses the firm needed. So generic.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/18/17 Mrs. Whitaker. Righ. How could I make such a blunder?
*wraps arms around, pulls down onto sofa*
Swamped with work. Grabbed lunch with Margot, did your f*cking laundry from Cancun...
Not that you wore much, huh?
*prods her side teasingly*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/18/17 I was vegetating. I mean, meditating.
Don't judge me, Ms. Whitaker.
*props self up, pulls her into a kiss*
... I was missing you, though. Miss me too?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/18/17 *was watching Dancing Bears and eating Fritos*
*throws everything all at once*
*clears throat, very casual*
Hey. Just... Doing some yoga.
Winter Summers 05/18/17 Soleil
That's what I like to hear! She will be so happy you are coming!
I hate to say it but I fear I'm not enough! Being stuck in the same place all the time with only seeing one person well I can't imagine it's super great!
But I kinda sorta told her that after she is allowed to move freely she can come to NY. We don't have to stay at your place we can get a hotel room or something!
And I wouldn't dream of sleeping with her unless you were there! Wouldn't be the same without you!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/18/17 Wife
I can't get enough of you.
You should know that, by now.
Winter Summers 05/17/17 Soleil
Good I have been SO lonely without you guys like oh my god!
But no I am in Moscow living it up with Elouise pretty much just eating. Watching some tv she misses you, you should come visit her.
You come visit her, I'll keep Rhiannon company once I am done dealing with some family stuff it will be good times!
Winter Summers 05/17/17 Soleil
I f#cking miss you!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/17/17 Soleil
Agent 007, here if your mission if you choose to accept it:
Come love on your wife, ASAP.
This message will self destruct in ten seconds.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/13/17 *nuzzles*
I'm the lucky one. Do you know how happy you make me?
*paws at*
Don't worry. I'll show you...
*devious grin*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/13/17 Of course I remember. Because you wouldn't make the first move, so I had to just...
*brushes lips against hers*
Decide for you.
*eskimo kisses*
Best choice I ever made. I've been to Heaven... But nothing compares to being touched by you. Your love... It's everything.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/13/17 *eyes over, contemplative*
I didn't understand true, transcending happiness until I held you for the first time. The rush of having you beneath me... It's like your hand is taking mine for that first time, and everything is new.
*lingering, labored kiss*
This is the kind of love that survives any number of lifetimes.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/13/17 *flips over, pushes her hands above her head*
You know I love you, right?
*binds wrists, tightly*
But I'm going to stop asking, and start taking.
*kisses her jaw*
And it's going to be a long night, babe.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 *pulls down on top off*
I'm impatient. And you're...
*runs fingers through her hair*
God. You're irresistible.
*toothy grin*
Want me to try again with the silk ties? I'm feeling a second wind.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 *so bothered*
*pulls into fevered kiss*
*presses her into wall*
Please. Pants. I want you.
*already trying to take shirt off*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 *mumbles under breath*
*lifts her shirt up and off*
... I am pure. Shut up.
*knits brow*
Take your pants off.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 *big pout*
*crawls into lap*
It's not my fault you're so assertive and I'm so...
*sulks harder*
*tries to wrap arms around*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 *definitely sulking*
I can't give you what you want, though. I'm... Weak.
I'm... Boring.
*such despair*
Why don't you just...
*flails, mumbles something about 'take charge'*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 ... I can't help I'm a gentle soul.
*tries to tie up, very focused*
Is that too tight? Oh my god. It's too tight.
*rolls off*
Do you still love me?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 *glares*
*secret yoga strength, flips over*
*nudges with nose*
You're sure this is okay?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 No. I can tie you up whenever I want, if I wanted to.
*big lie, such a wuss*
*yelps, then huffs*
... I'm supposed to be in charge. But... I like this too.
*suddenly very soft, bats big lovey dovey eyes at*
I can't get enough of you either, babe. I'll never be over it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 Don't act reluctant. You know what it does to me when you wear it... And you love what I do to you because of it.
*grin, dangles silk ties*
I'm a woman of my word.
*ensnares in kiss*
Champagne after... To celebrate. Mm?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 Okay, okay.
*plants her on bed*
*wanders away*
You're gonna wear the Yankees hat on the plane again, right?
*pads back in, stretches out beside*
... Because it's pretty hot when you do.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 Yeah?
*so smug*
*scoops up*
My money is our money, Soleil. I don't feel guilty when you pay for things.
*little smooch*
I hope you're telling the truth. Because I have... Ways of getting it out of you, if not.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 *itty bitty smirk*
*nips at her neck*
Is that so? I guess I'll save the silk ties for another time, if you're not interested...
*such a f*ckboy*
Afraid I'll get you to confess what you left behind? You don't have to be so secretive... I would have come back even if you'd forgotten your toothbrush.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 I know there's champagne in the fridge. The lobster... I'll relent.
*wraps arms around*
That was a long plane ride, and I'm all sorts of needy right now. At this point, I'd tie you up just to make sure you stay put.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/12/17 You're cute... So I'll forgive you.
*reaches for*
Pancakes? Oh, no. I want lobster, champagne, and a massage. ...and other stuff.
Winter Summers 05/08/17 He nodded his head agreeing with her. "You think I'd be immune to the eyes since I have five sister but they get me every time!" Winter gives her a small smile. "I assure you know one else will find out!"
Elouise Orlav 05/07/17 From:

FALSE. I love you most, no further discussions. Kiss my ass.
Elouise Orlav 05/07/17 To: From:

I'm gonna sleep in the nude just to seduce you into staying.
Jk, I already got us matching onesies.
I miss you more, though. Obviously.
Elouise Orlav 05/07/17 To: From:

Enjoy Cancun, then.
Ugh, PLEASE. Fishboy sits at your door and whines all day. C'mon. You gotta come love on our furbaby, and me...I need you more, though.
Elouise Orlav 05/07/17 To: From:

Body: Really? Like, really? I'm sniffling. And now I'm crying. I don't have any tissues. Sh*t.

F*ck Cancun, come be with me. I miss you.
Elouise Orlav 05/07/17 To: who*re.whitaker@wh* From:

Ohemgee. I don't wanna know. I do, but I don't. Why do you have more fun than me?? Is Rhiannon even going to let them be friends? Won't she be too busy letting him be a grassfed, non-GMO little heifer like her?

Winter Summers 05/07/17 "Really? She give you the eyes! The eyes man! That girl could probably make me do anything really." He shakes his head before booping Soleil's nose. "She is my wife! I mean gotta tell everything to your waifu right? I wont tell another soul my lips are sealed!"
Elouise Orlav 05/07/17 Email
Re: Soleil is a little sh*t

Omfg. I can't believe you f*cked my husband. Rude af. I couldn't even get an invite?? WTH.

A baby boy? Omfg. A cousin for Rambo! Name him Rocky! UGH. PERF. Come back to Moscow rn. I need you. I'm lonely. F*ck Rhiannon. I mean, like, I'm sure you have more than enough sex. So come snuggle with me platonically, please. Moscow is boring as hell. You know that.
Winter Summers 05/07/17 Squeals like a little girl as he is tackled, and is indeed nude. "I told you she guilt tripped me! You know how she gets! Maybe deep down I just wanted to make her jealous! I love you! Stop hitting me! Anywhere but the money maker!"
Elouise Orlav 05/07/17 To:

Hey, remember me? Your best friend? You're adopting a child?? And you had sex with WINTER?! Keep me in the loop next time, you total ass. I love you, and I'm mad at you. You're my best friend, sh*t face.
Winter Summers 05/07/17 Soleil
Winter Summers 05/07/17 Soleil
Alright! I would offer to help with work but I'd probably just get in your way.
And oh my god yes that sounds lovely!
I wear just an apron!
I kid! I kid! I will however just wear my Captain America briefs just for you!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 Babe.
*all flustered*
Shut up.
*squirms again*
It's wife time.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 Well, I think you should revert to that original mentality, right... Now.
*pulls up into fervid kiss*
Or we're going to starve to death.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 Luck...
*so distracted*
It wasn't luck, Soleil. It was the Wendy's frosty.
And you're f*cking adorable.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 *squeals*
*clings to for dear life*
I seriously f*cking love you. Oh my god. C'mere. I'm gonna love on you for hours, gorgeous girl.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 *tugs on her shirt*
You're the best thing that's happened to me, too.
A blessing.
I'm never going to get tired of just holding you.
*kisses her nose*
... But I need a little more than that at present. Heavy petting, even.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 That's very confident of you.
*breath hitches*
Confidence is sexy.
*wheezes a little*
I'm way too into you for my own good.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 All three of us in the kitchen? That sounds like fun. It's always nice to have a few extra hands...
*hugest crooked grin*
Tell him we'll be done in 45 minutes. Or not... He'll be able to play it by ear, I think.
*winks at*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 Right here.
*hooks hands behind her knees, pulls closer*
There's plenty of Chinese leftover in the fridge.
*kisses her jaw*
But that isn't what I'm hungry for right now.
*unabashedly a f*ckboy*
Winter Summers 05/07/17 Soleil
Well if it's one thing I am good at it's sex.
It is how I make a living, usually haven't been doing it lately.
Funny Rhiannon said the same thing, about not working at home because of distractions
If I can help in anyway please let me know!
Rhiannon said something about tequila for dinner.
Not very filling however, maybe I can cook!
I can almost cook anything! Any requests?
I miss you as well! And Rhiannon is in very good hands!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 But I like my pj's!
I know, you're my superficial little sex fiend.
Speaking of, I was thinking, subtract your pants, add our bedroom?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 ... I won't either?
*bats lashed at*
I'm only in this marriage so I can sleep on you. But you already knew that.
*plants hands on her thighs*
And... For other stuff. Like sprawling out on the couch to watch Netflix, or taking Fish for walks. And the kissing is definitely a plus.
Winter Summers 05/07/17 Soleil
I hope they do! I'd hate it if I didn't preform at tip top shape!
And everything alright love?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 I am not a covers hog.
Don't worry, then. It'll be summer soon enough. That means, no blankets, no clothes...
*wicked little grin*
Nothing in the way.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 You're my favorite, hands down. No Riley Blue or Nicole Haught could ever interfere.
*grabs collar, pulls into an enthusiastic kiss*
I love you, Soleil. I love this smile... I love your laugh and the way you blush when you're nervous, or, God, that crooked little grin. I love the way you lose yourself in music... I love all of it. All of you.
Winter Summers 05/07/17 Soleil
Oh thank goodness!
Very good! I really wish I could remember it! Maybe if I do shrooms and drink a lot it will all come back to me!
Like Boomerrang! Love me some old ass cartoons!
Oh! I got you some spare ribs last night and some dumplings they are in the fridge!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 No, you're not a freak. You're mine.
*warm, sincere smile*
Yeah, babe. We're more than okay.
*leans in, nips at her neck*
But I'm going to make sure I'm the only person you're dreaming about.
Winter Summers 05/07/17 Soleil
I was informed the same thing!
I'm not on the sh*t list now am I?
I don't think I could live with myself if I was!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 *gets all whiny*
No, you didn't.
*pushes her legs apart, wraps arms around*
Yeah, I know. And I love you too. ... Even if you're kind of a freak.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 *turns in chair*
*lifts brow*
Yeah, I'd venture to say an excellent time was had by all...
*pats lap*
C'mere. I'm dying to get my arms around you, gorgeous girl.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/07/17 Soleil
I promised myself I wouldn't leave my office today.
... So I'll clear off the desk. Get up here.
Winter Summers 05/06/17 Soleil
What did we do?
She didn't inform me!
Did we do the shrooms? Did we drink?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/06/17 Soleil
I had a good time. You had a great time...
Come love on me, babe. Prove it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/06/17 Soleil
Omfg. Yes, it did.
Do you still love me?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/06/17 Soleil
And drank.
And... The other thing.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/06/17 Soleil
Don't you wish you did yoga with your wife? :)
Winter Summers 05/06/17 Soleil
So whatcha wearing?
Just wanna make sure you are comfortable!
Is this weird? Have I crossed that line yet?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 Yes, and? My dream come true: sandwiched between two of you.
*Eskimo kisses*
... And her accent is sexy.
Now, factor in Nicole Haught...
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *steps out*
*grabs her towel, pulls their bodies flush*
Me too.
*chastely kisses*
Now if Riley Blue was the third woman... I wouldn't mind.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *splashes*
Let's go dry off and watch Sense 8, babe.
I just want to relax with you for a little while, if that's okay.
*brushes back her hair, caresses her cheeks*
Wife time.
Summer S Summers 05/05/17
Ella Donovan 05/05/17 ~*~ Smiles brightly~*~
''You did decide to do a banner. Very nice! I was going to paste your heads on Laverne & Shirley. ''
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *kisses fiercely*
I don't think you have anything to worry about.
You're the only person I want to begin and end my days with, babe.
' *nuzzles*
You're my wife, mother of my nonexistent children, fiancé, kind of, right?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *leans back against*
You're so... Interesting.
*laughs softly*
And you're not going to get jealous? Really?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *whomps with foam again*
No. No third woman. Ever.
*tilts head*
So... You're sure about this?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 Oh. Well... Good.
If that's the case, then my plans can continue on unadulterated.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *blinks slowly*
*deep breathing*
If you had a dream about another woman, Soleil, I swear to God...
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 Babe, we already have plans for tonight.
*squints harder*
Didn't I tell you already?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *smushes soap on her face*
God, you're adorable.
*kisses her neck*
So... No details?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *HUGE grin*
Why didn't you tell me earlier?
*stifles a snicker*
Well, maybe I can oblige...
*squints again*
Wait. Was it about me?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *retaliatory, soapy kiss*
*squints harder*
Just spill the beans, woman.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *busy collecting all of the bubbles*
Weird dream? How weird are we talking?
*tilts back head to look at, already has a foamy beard*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *streaks in*
I'm in for the bubbles, not you!
*climbs into tub, already pulling on wife*
... You left bed before I did. I don't like that.
*pouts at*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 Soleil
Are there bubbles?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 Soleil
If you think I won't climb into that tub, you're sorely mistaken.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 Soleil
I'll do as I damn well please.
Now come here so I have take advantage of you, or I'll find you and get the same result.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 Soleil
Soleil Whitaker, don't test me.
Come back to bed, or you'll regret it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 Soleil
Come. Back. To. Bed.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 Soleil
If your body is involved, it's always a yes.
What are you doing? Come back to bed.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 Soleil
Why don't you come find out?
Winter Summers 05/05/17 Soleil
You got it!
I promise I will be in tip top shape!
I wont let you down!
Winter Summers 05/05/17 Soleil
I knew it would be!
I'm always Limber I am ready to pounce at any time I assure you!
Winter Summers 05/05/17 Soleil
Alright my schedule has been cleared and everything!
Didn't have anything planned anyway!
Don't have to tell anyone that though!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *was starting to doze*
*disgruntled groan*
I love you too, wh*re. Now shut up.
*grumpiest sleeper*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *sinks down some*
*still holding wife*
Yeah. Sleep sounds perfect.
*peppers gentle kisses all over her face*
Goodnight, love of mine.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 Yeah, well...
*waggles brows*
Cougars have voracious appetites.
You'd better fall asleep before I start groping you, wife of mine. I'm beginning to think this 'tired' charade is nothing more than that.
Remi Rose 05/05/17 Unbeknownst to Remi is how Soleil even got her inside. By the time they got to the house, she was done for. Luckily for her hangover in the morning, shame won't be brought upon her. At least in this home. She didn't once act irate towards them.. or toss any cookies on their new carpet.

"Thanks, Sol.." she'd murmer.

This was more than the Elouise and Ella ordeal, she had her own issues that she was keeping bottled up. Once the morning arose and her hangover would begin to settle.. Remi had to talk to her friend. She had to get it off her chest or it would take over the beast within.

Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *slaps with pillow*
Stop tantalizing me, woman, or no one sleeps tonight.
*beams at*
I can only sleep when you're there beside me.
So glad you're wearing pj's, though.
Winter Summers 05/05/17 Soleil
He is! So handsome and so strong...I'll stop there before I make it weird.
Oh that does sound interesting! I adore how you two use me to make each other jealous! I'd be lying if I didn't say it made me feel special!
I'd say I'd feel bad for her but she did bang Rhiannon ex hubby.
Karma is a b#tch!
I fear you and your wife are not good for my ego!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 *twitches*
All... Night?
*wheezes again*
No, nothing wrong with that. Just, go to sleep, I guess. I'm happy to be your pillow if it means I get to hold onto you for a few hours.
*cranes neck, kisses her forehead*
Because you're going to need your rest in the morning.
*winks at*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/05/17 Yeah, you are.
How tired is tired, exactly?
... Not even like a quickie?
*goes back to narrowing eyes*
God, you're lucky you're so f*cking cute. Come here and let me love you, babe.
*goes back to coiling around*
Winter Summers 05/04/17 Soleil
They are the nicest undies! I have a really great Captain America pair.
I'll wear them tomorrow! Feel free to check them out!
Actually my love I tend to bang two women a year! And no I'm not just saying that because it fits perfectly with what we are discussing here!
Ah Margot...I don't talk to her. She may have seen me naked.
Terrible? Nah you my dear are perfection!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 *raises brow*
You said you were tired, Soleil.
*squeezes waist*
... Don't you want to sleep?
*narrows eyes*
Winter Summers 05/04/17 Soleil
Truly? Well this is shocking I was expecting a no.
I'll settle for roaming around in my undies!
And while I have f#cked women and your wife is beautiful, I assure you I would never.
I'm not a home wrecking! And I really prefer men.
Screw Callum! He's a douche!
Love you way more!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 *snorts*
Okay, killer. Maybe some heavy petting if you're lucky.
Just go to sleep, babe. I'm more than happy just to hold you. ...Maybe cop a feel. But only because you have a cute butt.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 ... But if she owes anyone, she owes me! And it's not even a special thing... It's a 2007 Honda CR-V without a f*cking back bumper. Or front bumper, for that matter.
*clears throat*
Which I had nothing to do with...
*definitely did*
I love you, too. I guess I didn't get to say it enough today, either.
Even if you're boring and sleepy tonight.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 *big, lovey-dovey smile*
*wraps whole body around*
So much better now.
*kisses top of her head*
How did you persuade Got out of her car keys? She won't even let me touch it. And she f*cked my husband.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 Soleil
Pull-out couch is all made up, gorgeous girl. Tomorrow she can stay in the third floor loft, though. Privacy, and all that.

We're a good team, you and I. :)
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 Soleil
I'm propped up in bed and ready to let you use my boob pillows. ;)
Kiss first, though.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 Soleil
Should have called her an Uber.
Take some of Margot's Ritalin.
I've been missing you, babe. I need snuggles, and wine, and most importantly, you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 Soleil
Is she?
Well, put her to bed.
And then get into ours.
I'm all kinds of needy right now.
Winter Summers 05/04/17 Soleil
Can I roam around our home naked?
Are we that close yet?
If not can I at least roam around in my underwear?
If I say please does it help my case?
Remi Rose 05/04/17 Unfortunately for Soleil, she'd have to exit her vehicle and go to the gate to retrieve Remi. As Soleil would walk up, she'd find a highly intoxicated Remi as she attempts to display her outrage over the soda while also trying not to vomit.

"You people make United look cozy!"

And just before Remi was about to get arrested, Soleil appears like her very own mini savior.

Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 Soleil
So many mimosas, babe.
You're driving Margot's car?? LOL.
Come pick me up.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 Soleil
I'm in bed...
Liquid lunch with Winter f*cked me up.
Hurry up and come hold me.
Remi Rose 05/04/17 Soleil
They gave me soda!
Something about no matter how much I pay..

I think United is probably WAY better airline.
What do you think?

Remi Rose 05/04/17 Soleil
Oh, well..
I still think they like me!
Did you know brandy tastes like soda after awhile?
Let me ask!

She said two drinks longer.
Will you be there?
If not, I think I could walk there.
I suddenly feel like Super Woman!

Remi Rose 05/04/17 Soleil
Save me from myself.
You know they offer drinks in flight?
Unlimited if you're nice.


Remi Rose 05/04/17 Soleil
Good thing.
I'm on a flight to NY now.
Congrats on purchasing a home together as a married couple.
Remi Rose 05/04/17 Soleil
Where are you at??
Remi Rose 05/04/17 Just got back from there!
Heavy sigh.

I'm leaving now.
These b-tches be cray-cray.

With heels on and a wobble in her step, she grabs her purse and simply leaves. Could buy clothes in NY. It would give her the excuse to, new spring collections and soon summer! Would swoon at the idea but might just fall over. There was someone else she had needed to see as well.


Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 Rather than allow the space between them to endure, Rhiannon falls to her knees alongside Soleil, toppling the woman over with the fiercest of hugs. "Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Always, you and I." Holding her in an intense grip, the angel buries her face into her neck.

"...We'll make Margot plan it. How about that?"
Remi Rose 05/04/17 Soleil
You know.. I feel great!

Wobbles a bit in place as she texts Soleil. Is totally plastered drunk. It was the only way to calm herself. Especially after Ella's advice was to place a sign on her back stating she wasn't Ella. Yeah right. As if Elouise read signs.

Does Rhi still have any mini cheesecakes?

Was exceptionally good at clicking the possible words that her smart phone comes up with as she types in the first letter to each word she had attempted to text. Made her seem capable.

Remi Rose 05/04/17 Soleil
I think Ella is trying to get me killed.
Anymore mass mails like this, Elouise will see RED.
Basically she will kill anyone with red hair in the compound.

Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 The notion of a wedding, with this woman was enough for Rhiannon to meet Soleil in her emotional upheaval. "I'll put on a white dress for you, babe. You know I will." The last time they had broached the subject, they had both withdrawn once they had realized someone had to plan it. But if Soleil was bringing it up a second time, who was Rhiannon to deny this woman anything.

"It has to be a crime to be this happy, you know." She lets out a tearful laugh, cut short as she pulls her bride into a feverish kiss. "I expect you on one knee, at some point. I need the tradition."
Elouise Orlav 05/04/17 Soleil
Elouise Orlav 05/04/17 Soleil
...oh my god. I know I'm pretty f*cking ignorant, but they're about to add a footnote denoting you as an example for the definition, ********.
Elouise Orlav 05/04/17 Soleil
Oh my god. Did you like...hit your head or something? Or are you actually f*cking stupid?
Newsflash, assh*le, lesbians have sex while one of the women is pregnant, too. Are we supposed to just sit pretty for nine months?!
Elouise Orlav 05/04/17 Soleil
What?? I'm pregnant, so Jim-Jam can't ride the El Train to Bonetown Station?????
Elouise Orlav 05/04/17 Soleil
Shut the f*ck up.
Jameson and I banged on his new desk tonight.
Stiiiiiill got it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/04/17 "... Careful, the paint on the walls is still wet." She is only a step behind Soleil, hovering to record her reaction to every detail. Watching Soleil's slender digits pause on the railing of the crib, Rhiannon's own closes over hers. "Was the surprise worth waiting for?"

She can't help the tender smile plastered against her clear complexion, or the gleam in her eyes exclusive to her bride. Happiness simply came with being in her vicinity. "I was thinking, after our fight... That even arguing, you're the one I want to do it with. That may be crazy, but it's true. Everything I do, I want to be by your side."
Elouise Orlav 05/04/17 Soleil
I promise I'll only bang your wife when you're not around.
Unless you feel like joining.
Love you most.
Elouise Orlav 05/03/17 Soleil
What? Do I have to finesse you too?
The El train is rolling into the station, b*tch.

I love you, and I really f*cking miss you, FYI.
Come home. :(
Elouise Orlav 05/03/17 Soleil
Yeah, and?
I'll rock her world.
Bow chicka wow wow.
Winter Summers 05/03/17 Soleil
You got it love!
I shall scream it from the roof tops!
Elouise Orlav 05/03/17 Soleil
I will be nice.
Might even spoon with her after.
Lloyd R Darrow 05/03/17 Soleil
Is Cait running for something?
Elouise Orlav 05/03/17 Soleil
We'll see about that. ;)
Elouise Orlav 05/03/17 Soleil
Y'all happily married..?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 The word 'seriously' attempted to part from Rhiannon's lip in question several times, but the angel was unable to get a word in edge-wise between her wife's ecstatic reaction. Swept off of her feet, her stomach flips in elation. "Really, babe?" She cracks a crooked grin, holding Soleil's face between her hands.

"It was presumptuous of me, so say no, really, if you don't want to. But... The process is long. And I want a family with you, gorgeous girl. So what do you say?"
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 After a legendary eye roll, Rhiannon releases her wife and slips over to the stairs, bounding up them with minimal effort. The angel continues down the hall, past Margot's door, to the room that had been hers as a child. Soleil may have remembered the embarrassing style of her wife's formative years, but the contents were now drastically different than just hours before.

Never once for cliffhangers, she simply guides her wife inside, letting the room speak for itself. The walls were Yankees blue, trimmed in white. The crib, the changing table, end tables, a bookshelf, all a uniform white. Small toys were dispersed among the many surfaces, as well as a picture of the couple. With a small smile, Rhiannon finally turns to look at her wife's reaction.

"I wanna put a babe in you, babe." And then she can't help but laugh.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 *squints at*
Not presumptuous.
*wraps legs around her waist*
Yeah? Well now you're forcing me to prove you wrong.
*presses forehead to hers*
Unless you want to carry me up there.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 *squeaks*
So into where this is headed, babe, but...
*bites lower lip*
You'll want to see it for yourself.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 *presses against countertop*
*slow, lingering kiss*
So, upstairs?
*still holding her waist*
*big, excited eyes*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Our room was like... Too far. And I was marking my territory.
You can't really say you minded.
*prods her sides*
Yeah, I had a great time! I love Winter. Sorry I ruined your date...
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 *lets out an 'oof'*
Wow, I missed you too.
*strokes her back*
In my defense, you were the one who pushed me in there. I said it was crossing a line.
Yeah, we can go upstairs. As soon as I'm done loving on you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 *starts walking down the stairs*
*angry Margot breezes by*
Hey, needy girl.
*big smile, opens up arms*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
Hey, it takes two to tango...
Why did she have your phone?!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
Soleil and I did it in your bed. So...
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
Could you eat any slower?
I'm impatient.
I miss your boob pillows.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
I love you too.
All of you.
Not just your boob pillows.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
I am what I am.
Conventional is boring, gorgeous girl.
I'm almost set here at the house.
You can come home, but you have to stay on the first floor.
Remi Rose 05/03/17
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Sugar Baby
I married you for your youth.
... Figured you could keep up.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Cub
If I'm a cougar you're a...
Which makes sense, because I cradle robbed you.
Do you normally prefer older women?
I'm into you, too. Especially right now.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
It's not bias.
You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen.
... I've been alive a long time. Since time itself, if we're being technical.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
A b*tch who's going to break the bed frame with you later.
Because f*ck Margot.
You're crazy hot, babe. You're anyone's type.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Margot
Don't f*ck my wife.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
I already gave you a hint.

!!! Really?
I thought she'd never leave that f*cking house.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
The bubbles convinced you, I'm sure of it.
A few things, but... You'll see it all tonight.

I really freaking love you, you know.
So you going to have to let me spoil you, just this once.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
And, I don't know. I haven't stumbled upon it yet.
So you're set on the jacuzzi? :) I knew you'd come around.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
Blank text?

Oh my god.
I just saw the cutest baby, babe.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
Winter and I are in IKEA.
Currently walking through the bedding section, wondering what you'd look sexiest against.
... I need to bathe in ice.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
So what are you doing with Margot today?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
Even right now?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
Only if it makes you want me more.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
Does that make you jealous?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
Eh. Maybe. If I'm drunk enough.
... Didn't I tell you about that already?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
She'll probably sleep with you if you play your cards right.
History is on your wife. ;)
Why? He's only seen me naked once.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Soleil
Pants on, ass out the door.
You'll have fun, she's just like me!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 Your jealousy is showing, love of mine.
*little lecherous grin*
But then again, so is the rest of you...
My worst? I thought we've been over this.
*caresses her cheek*
You. Can't. Handle it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 ... What's wrong with asking out someone you're attracted to, Soleil?
*rolls eyes*
Distract you? I'll do more than that, thank you. *picks back up, carries right into shower, because f*ck it*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 *there to catch her*
My yoga teacher, babe.
And then I showed him my ring, and a few pictures of you. If you murder him, I stop doing yoga, and then I get out of shape, and then I have no stamina, and that would really suck for you...
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/03/17 *calls after*
There's no use in you putting on something I'll tear off in less than 30 seconds, babe!
*pads into bathroom*
And, yes, my ass looked great. He asked me on a date, afterwards. I would have said yes, but...
I have a big ole crush on someone else.
Caitlyn Darrow 05/03/17 *nervously approaches and shows flyer*
*starts shouting anxiously*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *blushes*
It's not my fault you're hot in my dreams, too. And you wear the lingerie I buy you without complaint, too. It's great!
*reluctantly sets down*
... I wore them to yoga. They're in the hamper. Sorry, babe. Had to show off my thighs to get a discount.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Not that drunk. But I'm feeling frisky, so... Take your pants off already.
*paws at*
You're my favorite person too. Especially without pants.
*squints right back*
I was going to kick her out too, but then she volunteered to keep you distracted all day. See? She likes you!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Fair enough. But still.
*nips her nose*
Don't try and calendar request me every damn day from sun-up to sundown, either. I know you.
*gentle smile*
I seriously think you're going to love this surprise, though. Winter and I hashed it out over a few gallons of tequila.
... Speaking off, I need you to leave the house, tomorrow. Margot is going to take you out.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Well I don't really have a choice, now do I? I'm covered in your f*cking sweat.
*totally doesn't actually care*
*still carrying*
We're going to need to, like, share out calendars with each other, and block out lengths of time. So, you know, I can be a productive human-being that isn't rolling around with my wife 24/7.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *runs in, scoops up*
I love you, oh my god.
*squeezes mid-section*
... You're so sweaty. Gross.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
Then I'd just have to play nurse.
You heal quick, love of mine.
Hickeys don't even work with you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
Sorry, not sorry. ;)
I'm walking into the house now.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
Why? What happened?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
Are you home yet?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
You're going to have to be a patient wife.
I know you're usually not, so...
No time like the present. ;)
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
What's the other way??
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
You can't sex it out of me, woman.
.... You're certainly welcome to try, though.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
Stay in the shower until I get there.
And I'm not telling. You'll really just have to wait and see!
Autumn Summers 05/02/17
Winter Summers 05/02/17 Soleil
I assure you know harm will come to her while she is with me!
Though we are drinking so keep your phone on, if we end up in jail you are gonna be my phone call!
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
You'll get plenty of cardio with me.
It's fine. Go run. I want to catch up with my man.

I'm planning a surprise for you with Winter.
Have fun with that thought.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil

Yeah. I'm asking. I'll be home in twenty minutes.
You can bond with Margot later.
You're in my head.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
What's it going to take to get you out of them? ;)
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
You didn't answer my question.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
Yes she is. She ALWAYS is. She doesn't have a f*cking life.
... What are you wearing?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
Why don't you hang out with Margot?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
Too soon to text?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *grins at*
Lots of protein.
*kisses once more, gives a little wave*
See you soon, gorgeous girl.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 You're right
*groans softly*
I'll be back later. Want me to bring you back lunch?
*prods her sides*
You'll need to fuel up.
*winks at*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Babe.
*pulls closer*
Go put on a trash bag, or something. You're driving me crazy.
*presses forehead to hers*
I seriously love you, woman.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *wheezes*
*pulls into fervid kiss*
God, I love you. Remind me why I'm walking away right now?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 But...
There's no time like the present to practice.
*reaches for*
One more kiss?
*innocent smile*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *rolls eyes and groans*
*juts head towards house*
Quick, though. I promised our lovely friend a liquid lunch.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *squints at*
Yes, I'm sure. Why?
*kisses her beck*
Do you have something more pressing to do?
Vesper Vaughn 05/02/17
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Your body betrayed you, what, four times last night?
*waggles brows at*
*lower lip juts out*
Babe, you're so - ...
*tries not to laugh*
Yeah? Is that so? My fingers have a wide open afternoon, so... Maybe you should clear yours.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *small smile, bounces over*
Yeah? Do you have a list?
I know you love that I'm a f*ckboy.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 I don't know why you love me, but I'm happy you do.
No, no. Come back!
*makes gimme hands*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *innocent shrug*
Your boobs are comfortable.
*toothy grin*
Last night? I'd say it was.... Biblical.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *can't help but smirk*
*reaches for, pulls into lap*
I slept like a rock.
*coils arms around*
'Eventful'? Is that the word for it now?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 Soleil
There's a cup of coffee waiting along with your wife on the back patio.
Rise and shine, morning glory. ;)
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 I don't hear you asking me to stop...
*preoccupied hum*
I could always use my mouth for something else, if you prefer.
*nips at her neck*
You hold a sway over me more divine than God himself, Soleil Whitaker.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 And I love you, wife of mine.
*greets with a brief, yet nevertheless passionate kiss*
The curves and plains of your body are the only scripture I require to sustain my soul.
*may be too good at this*
*such a f*ckboy*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *pulls away some*
Touching you...
*traces fingers along her jugular*
It is a spiritual awakening I feel to my core.
*vague smile, leans over to lay a kiss against her jaw*
Your mouth speaks words more holy than His scripture.
*meets her gaze*
In some circumstances more than others.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *blinks slowly*
Your body is a holy sacrament, to me.
*breath hitches*
I worship you. Body and soul.
*can't help cackle right alongside her*
And that is why I go to church.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *sh*t-eating, victorious little smirk*
You're definitely not going to regret it, Soleil Whitaker.
*brief Eskimo kiss*
For an angel, I'm a very poor influence, aren't I?
Elouise Orlav 05/02/17 Soleil
We never had sex, so, no.
Abhor? Oo. Whipping out the big words, are we?

Okay, okay.
She's not a cow. I'm sorry.
Elouise Orlav 05/02/17 Soleil
Depends how thicc that heifer is looking when she arrives.
I'm bored. I bag when I'm bored.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *small, reluctant sigh*
I hate when you're right.
*presses one last, longing kiss to her lips*
If we don't get up now, we never will. And that really isn't fair.
Elouise Orlav 05/02/17 Soleil
I could probably bang her.
Elouise Orlav 05/02/17 Soleil
Of course I would.
But I'm not sharing our marital bed with her.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *kisses down her neck*
Yeah, yeah. Just give me fifteen minutes.
*glances up at briefly*
... To an hour.
*wicked grin*
Elouise Orlav 05/02/17 Soleil
Just let me know beforehand. Security is tight at the moment.
Of course, I'll give him tons of kisses too.

I miss my wife.
It was nice to have someone to crawl into bed and watch Netflix with.
At least while Jameson was away. I expect quality snuggles soon.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/02/17 *nudges with her nose*
Yeah, and? Tell him the key's under the mat.
Margot can keep him company while I...
*looms over, kisses neck*
Keep you company. 'Kay?
Elouise Orlav 05/02/17 Soleil
I have the cats, and Cheech and Chong. I've got most of my furbabies!
I miss my Fishboy, though.
Elouise Orlav 05/01/17 Soleil
I'm not going anywhere, I promise., literally. Jameson hooked me up to one of those old-people bed alarms. WTF.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 *rolls over, pushes her phone away*
You're still mine, woman.
*devilish smirk*
Winter can handle himself. He's a big boy.
Winter Summers 05/01/17 "Thank you, but you may come to regret saying that. Watch me stay with you all the time!" He smiled obviously joking or semi joking. "The same goes for you, ever need a little break time you can come stay with me. Though gonna have to wait for me to get a house. I've been staying in hotels since I moved out of The Order compound. Autumn keeps trying to get me to buy fancy houses but simple suits me best."

Winter's smile grew as he heard her words. She didn't say let's head back to my house. She said home, as in it was Winters home as well. That he belonged there just as much as her. It made him feel stupid happy, probably wouldn't admit it though. "Yeah let's head home, Rhiannon is probably worried we are having all the fun without her."
Elouise Orlav 05/01/17 Soleil
F*ck you. You never got to know me when I was fun and drunk.
But getting shot does come with perks. And Percs. HA.
I dunno. A bullet kinda puts things in perspective, y'know? You realize what's really important.
Elouise Orlav 05/01/17 Soleil
I'm drugged up, I'm emotional and I'm over tired.
Accept my love, damn it.
Elouise Orlav 05/01/17 Soleil
I love you a whole lot, y'know?
Tons and tons.
Kinda makes me sick.
Elouise Orlav 05/01/17 Soleil
I did some stupid sh*t. And Jameson's just making sure I'm safe.
Nothing I can't handle.
Stay and enjoy your wedded bliss, gorgeous. Make it everything you want it to be, and more. You deserve it.
Elouise Orlav 05/01/17 Soleil
As touched as I am by the offer, I'm only allowed to leave the compound with Jameson. I'm stuck here, at present.
I love you too. Stay safe.
Winter Summers 05/01/17 Winter laughed as Soleil eyes went wide, he did have a problem with sharing too much. Not that he ever thought he did but Autumn often told him he shouldn't share everything! Which was just crazy!

"Well it seems we shall just have to be monsters together. Besides I always wanted a dog." He nudged her playfully feeling a lot better having talked to her.

Winter grew silent as he heard what Soleil said to him. People have told him he would be alright, that he was a nice person but no one ever said what she was saying to him right now. His eyes brimmed with tears, he was a very emotional man. "Right...I'll never let people bring me down." He quickly wiped his eyes and cleared his throat.

"I feel like I have said it a million times now but thank you Soleil really. I feel so much better, I would be lying if I didn't say you probably saved me."
Elouise Orlav 05/01/17 Soleil
That sounds wonderful, babes.
It's best you stay where you are, anyway.
I guess I'm just going a little stir crazy.
Winter Summers 05/01/17 "I can't even bury myself in work right now, Little Winter just doesn't want to preform anymore. I'm rather concerned about that as well." He wished he was joking sadly he wasn't. And Rhiannon did tell him to stop calling it Little Winter but it just felt so right! "You are right though, I've come this far. I survived this long it would be stupid to give up now."

He truly couldn't put into words how lucky he felt to have Soleil in his life. And to think he met her because she was trying to take his money. He released her slowly from the hug and gave her a genuine smile. "Well technically I am labeled as a monster." The identical pair of bite marks on both sides of his neck was proof of that.

"But hearing you say that, makes me want continue to prove to the world they are wrong about us vampires."
Elouise Orlav 05/01/17 Soleil
Then whenever you're back, I guess.
Enjoy NYC.
Ella Donovan 05/01/17 ~*~ Ella grinned to Soleil as she clutched the fliers to her chest. She was well prepared for any reaction really. But what people seemed to forget about Ella Donovan was her pair of brass balls. She thanked Soleil graciously, then tapped her chin pensively before she spoke. ~*~

''Thank you Soleil. Good luck to you too! Do you want me to make you a flier?''
Elouise Orlav 05/01/17 Soleil
I miss you.
Sorry I was so cross the other day.
Talk soon? Face to face?
Winter Summers 05/01/17 Winter stared at Soleil, he never had a problem sharing his past with anyone, normally he shrugged it off. Acted like it wasn't a big deal. But with Soleil he couldn't seem to pretend. He couldn't act like what happened to him and his family was alright. Even if he could he was sure she would see right through it.

"What if I can't be fixed? Do people stay broken forever, and if they do what happens to them?" It was obvious he was afraid. If he broke what would he do? Turn into a monster? Take his own life? They were horrible thoughts but two very likely options for him.

Her words brought comfort to him, it was true he did have people who loved him. His family, Elouise, Soleil and Rhiannon. He had a feeling that those few would always love him. He pulled Soleil into a warm embrace and held her there. "Thank you...really you have no idea what getting all this off my chest is doing. You are an amazing person Soleil and I am so lucky to have you."
Winter Summers 05/01/17 Winter looked at her a little shocked, he had been called many things in his life however brave and strong were never one of those things. "I do drink a lot, that helps! Usually can't sleep unless I am drunk." He admitted, he liked drinking it was fun if you weren't alone and he adored sleeping so it was kind of a win win.

"I don't wanna be broken, and I'm scared I am. I'm scared that maybe it's not a mask maybe I really am just like this. If it is a mask I don't know who I really am. What if people don't like who I am, what if people grow tired of me. What I am most afraid of I think is being alone. I don't need to be with someone all the time but it's a scary thought."

"I apologize for dumping all this on you Soleil."
Ella Donovan 05/01/17
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 I think you know exactly what's on my mind.
*cranes head to kiss*
But if you don't think we'll have enough time, we can always wait, I guess...
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 I was thinking more of a half marathon, but - ...
*swallows harshly*
What time is Winter getting here, exactly?
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 *shakes head slowly*
I know exactly how to best burn calories in the morning.
*tugs on her shirt*
But if you'd prefer yoga...
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 *pulls down*
Yeah? Let's make it impossible, then...
*kisses her jaw*
I'm thinking I'll have to start rescheduling yoga. I have other priorities, now.
Winter Summers 05/01/17 "Autumn has a nasty temper you need to watch out for and Summer well I think you both will get along with her greatly. She is hard not to love."

His smile disappeared from his face and he took a deep breath. "My parents are drug addicts, obviously given all of my family's names. Winter Snow Summer, Spring Weed Summer I could go on but you get it. They spent every dime we had on drugs. Even somehow when we didn't have money they got their drugs. It was hard but somehow we managed, up until collectors came."

He grew silent for a few moments again. "Blaize was the first one they sold he willingly went to save us. But he didn't his sacrifice was for not. Because I was the next one they sold. They sold all of us like we were cattle. It wouldn't have been so bad if they sold us to good homes. But no that wasn't the case. Summer, Autumn, Spring and I were sold to a pair of brothers."

He bit his lip harshly now came the hard part. "I was tortured everyday by them, but that wasn't the hard or worst part. What was is when they got my sisters took them and did everything they did to me and forced me to watch. I couldn't save them. I was powerless...their screams still haunt my dreams." Each and every night.

"I don't know if they got tired of us or what but they set us free. Spring and Autumn actually ended up killing them. I couldn't even do that. And I'm not alright after all that I'm not and I wear this mask and pretend to but I can't anymore. I feel like I am suffocating and I am scared of how I will be if I take the mask off...I just I don't know what to do anymore Soleil."
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 *scoffs*
I am subtle!
*crashlands into bed*
Mattress on the floor?
*lifts a brow*
Whatever makes it more difficult for you to get up...
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 Maybe we should go, uhm...
*already lifting her back up*
... Check the measurements firsthand.
*smothers in kisses*
Or we can keep looking at sketches. Your choice.
Winter Summers 05/01/17 "If it makes you feel better I did talk to Elouise last night via text messages and she seemed like her old self. Of course she was shot so we know she isn't one hundred percent but I believe she is doing well. Maybe after all this is done we can all go back to Moscow. You can check on Elouise and I can introduce both you and Rhiannon to two of my sisters!"

He smiled at her, reaching over he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "As I said I know nothing about love, but I think fighting is a good thing. If you aren't doing it all the time. It's healthy it can't be rainbow and sunshine twenty four seven. I don't know if what I am saying his helpful if not feel free to tell me to shut up. My feelings wont be hurt."

Winter grew silent for a few moments. "Soleil I'm going to tell you something kinda sorta my life story only because I feel it's needed to explain how I am currently feeling. Please don't feel bad for me, or pity me when I am done. As we've said life is a b*tch. Alright?"
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 *shrugs idly*
They're sketches.
The jacuzzi? That goes...
*guides her finger*
Right there.
And I want to get a canopy bed, and we'll collapse the existing closet and the adjacent bedroom, and that'll be the new walk-in.
Winter Summers 05/01/17 "I am sorry I left, I know I was suppose to give you updates and everything and I bailed. It was sh#t of me to do it. But I thought I needed time to myself turns out that was not what I needed. I am sure she is doing fine though, Summer hasn't send anything so that has to be a good sign." He offered her a small smile.

"Are you? You know you can tell me if you aren't alright Soleil, I know this is suppose to be about me but I can listen to you as well. It's what friends do, and you are a very dear friend to me."

How had he been? Not good, not good at all. He was getting better slowly. Slower than usual but he would somehow make it back. Summers always did. "I've been better, a lot better. But you know life kicks the sh#t out of you and you get up."
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 *huffs*
None of this looks any good. All of my real work is on my CAD program, babe.
*squeezes her hands*
I like to sketch on paper first, but... I did plan a few things. Like...
Our bedroom, Margot's... A potential nursery, maybe...
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 *quick steps over, tucks away some papers*
Yeah, some of it. It's not all finished, so...
*fidgets awkwardly*
It's nothing special.
Winter Summers 05/01/17 Winter smiled and nodded his head. "That sounds good, so how are you? Feels like it's been forever since the last time I saw you!" Small talk was never his strong suit. Winter usually went straight for the jugular in conversations. But he didn't want to ruin the mood right off the bat.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 *slow blinking*
*so, so distracted*
Oh, yeah. The sketches. I... Uhm.
*waves idly at her drawing table*
They're over there... So Winter's not here?
Winter Summers 05/01/17 Smiles like an idiot picks her up spins her around hugging her tightly before placing her down. "Oh Soleil how I've missed you." He placed a kiss on top of her head before shrugging his shoulders.

"Not at all but come let's eat. Have a bit of fun before I spill my guts. Because really I feel if I don't I might snap and not in the fun way."
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 Oh, god, Winter. Is he downstairs?
*totally distracted with more kissing*
*pulls back eventually, clears throat*
I... Worked. I cleaned the house, too. And then I just couldn't get you out of my bed.
Head. I meant head. Wow.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 *slaps away twizzlers*
*picks her up, sets her back down on the edge of the desk*
You took forever.
*several lengthy, fervent kisses*
... How was breakfast?
*breathless, goofy grin*
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 Soleil
My office.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 Soleil
I hope you're running home.
I'm going to kiss your face off.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 Soleil
I'm wearing the Sox hoodie.
In case you couldn't tell how much I meant that last text, now you know.
See you soon, gorgeous girl.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 Soleil
I need you in my arms.
Right now.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 Soleil
Yeah? Well I really f*cking love you, too.
Hurry home. I'm missing you, love of mine. ❤️
Winter Summers 05/01/17 Soleil
We are suppose to make brownies, the good kind if you get what I mean.
You are gonna help yes?
It will be the light of our day cause babe sh#t is sadly gonna get real.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 Soleil
Hadn't realized you weren't here.
Hmm... Twizzlers? :)
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 Soleil
Water's on for tea.
Margot might have left you coffee, but I didn't check.
Rhiannon Whitaker 05/01/17 “I’m sorry for the name-calling…” Is all she manages to fit in edge-wise before Soleil’s lips are on hers, and the angel goes momentarily rigid. She was unsure if the compounded sadness and anger could give way to allow the gentle intimacy her wife craved. Her hold upon her wife falters momentarily before she responds with fervor, arms locking Soleil in against her. She is equally apologetic, though, notably for less transgressions than her wife is guilty of.

Not that she is keeping a tally, of course.

Rhiannon pulls back first, only to rest her head against Soleil’s neck. “I don’t mean to push you. I can handle whatever it is you have on your conscious, love of mine. I will never stop loving you.” Her head lifted, meeting her gaze only briefly before her lips meet Soleil’s in an act of affirmation. Still cradling the younger woman in a firm grasp, her voice drops to an affection murmur. “I’m going to take you to bed, now.” After such a taxing day, the angel wants nothing more than to fall asleep in the arms of the woman she loves; regardless of how difficult she makes it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/30/17 Rhiannon was genuinely surprised that Soleil had apologized at all, her assumption being that the stubborn spirit would get on the next flight to Moscow. And in that way, the angel had underestimated her. She’s speechless, awaiting the end of the other woman’s speech so she can process her own thoughts. She remains silent, allowing an overarching absence of voice be the indication of her mood.

A hand reaches up to scratch her cheek, and then the angel finally meets her wife’s hazel gaze, immediately drawn into the emotions she had so far been repressing. “I love you too.” She states, her voice paper thin as her heart clenches. “Of course I love you.” She sets her glasses down on the lip of her drawing board, slowly standing afterwards. Her arms slowly unfold, opening to accept Soleil is she wanted it.

Please don’t push me away, baby…” Her voice is like silk, whispered softly against her cheek as she closes the gap between them. “It’s my job to protect you. Don’t you see?”
Winter Summers 04/30/17 Soleil
Oh no no that is fine honest!
and oh I adore how you flatter me!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/30/17 Rhiannon had been hunched over her drawing board since she’d sat down, headphones filling the silence as she sketched, a weary peace being found in the monotony of work. Architecture was quantifiable in every measure, and the reliability of this fact seemed to calm her. She was entranced, that even after the playlist had finished, she hadn’t bothered to play something else, nor remove her earbuds. At present, she was finally working out exactly how she wanted the first floor of the house.

Their house.

And that is why when Soleil knocks, the angel is only briefly hesitant before she replies, “Yes, come in.” She turned in her rotating stool, pulling her glasses from their poised position on her face. Her free hand gently massages the bridge of her nose, head bowed slightly. “Did you need something?” Plain, succinct. Even though she was hurting, the woman continued to love Soleil deeply. So deeply, in fact, she might have even be able to let the entire argument go, sans apology.
Winter Summers 04/30/17 Soleil
9 is so early for me!
But I will get up and be beautiful and ready by that time.
I will see you there my love.
Winter Summers 04/30/17 Soleil
Not at all love do what you got to.
And I may know nothing and I mean nothing about love but I believe having a fight every now and then is healthy for the relationship.
Hope everything is alright.
Winter Summers 04/30/17 Soleil
Where were we meeting again?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/30/17 “Go back to Elouise, then.” Her expression shifts from a blind aggression to absolute sorrow, done with this argument now. Her finger fidgets idly with her wedding ring, the angel so tempted to slam it on the kitchen counter and walk away. Life was always less complicated without love involved, after all. And perhaps Soleil was correct, she had been too hasty in her decision to marry Soleil. That did not make her last three words hurt any less.

Yeah, f*ck me, I guess.” She nods in an almost mechanic fashion, feet carrying her around the kitchen island and further away from her wife, the disappointment palpable in her tone. “I’ll be in my office,” she adds, shuffling away without another word. It was only once she was out of eyesight, legs weighed with lead carrying her up and away that the tears pooled in caramel eyes that were normally so warm and full of affection.

All the love that guarded Rhiannon’s heart better than the strongest of armors had seemingly disappeared for the time being. As she shuffled down the hall towards her study, her eyes lock with that of her sister, who she hadn’t even realized was at home. Yet as she closed the door behind her, she truly didn’t seem to care.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/30/17 “Oh? I don’t treat you like an adult? Really?” She cannot help but scoff at the remark, finding her wife absolutely ludicrous in this very moment. All the angel has offered her partner is respect, understanding, and unconditional love. This patience, however, was greeted with Soleil’s inability to let Rhiannon in. She shakes her head, turning away to pace as the younger woman carries on, only lengthening the depth to the brunette’s own angst.

“Protection isn’t a one way street in this relationship. Perhaps if you didn’t have such sh*t judgement, you wouldn’t be in this situation with that woman and her organization in the first place!” She’s heating up, ready to lay all of Soleil’s transgressions out on the table. Never before has the angel felt the necessity for pettiness, but her wife seemed to draw it out of her in spades in this given moment. “You have no right to act without my opinion, assh*le. The decisions you make affect me as well, though you conveniently forget that the minute your ridiculous companion needs your help, which, by the way, she didn’t f*cking ask for.”

Her hands fly up to rub her temples, head shaking in idle frustration. “You’re selfish, Soleil. Which makes me wonder, why the f*ck did you think marrying me was such a grand idea? You proposed to an amnesiac, who you barely even knew. Do you really think your judgement is so infallible?”
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/30/17 After receiving Soleil's response, Rhiannon's pace slows down some. She turns her music back up, her breath evening out as her sense of urgency fades. Becco is now in sight, her wife standing beneath the white brick front. Rather than pause her music, she continues to let Stevie Nicks croon on in her ear as she approached. "Hey," she breathes the word, brow knitting itself together.

Residual frustration remained, but she was not about to hash this out with Soleil in public. And, the thought that a bottle of wine and dinner out would have solved anything irks her. "Let's go home." She folds her arms across her chest, mouth set into a firm line as she carries herself back from whence she came.

The subway ride is painfully quiet, and rightfully so. The angel is simmering, her anger tempering until the right moment to burst. And, walking through the doors to their brownstone presents the perfect opportunity to let her mind be known. "Your immaturity is unfathomable," she spits, dropping her bag and keys on the hall table. Her feet are carrying her into the main living space, not even bothering to look behind her as she made her way back towards the kitchen.

"You threw a tantrum worthy of a child, Soleil, and you think a bit of charm and dinner would fix any of that? Why not try, I don't know... Knocking on my door? Discussing the situation at hand like an adult?" She is mean, perhaps more so than she intends. After all, anger is truly one of the last emotions the angel would ever deal in. "You may be young, but that is no excuse to be so f*cking naive."
Winter Summers 04/30/17 Soleil
Good my cats will be coming with me however.
They are very good cats! I assure you!
I just can't ask Sky to keep babysitting them while I run off and do whatever.
I'll send you a text when I get there?
Winter Summers 04/30/17 Soleil
So it seems, perhaps we can talk about how much we are alike over drinks? I will bring tissues, chocolate, and I'd say ice cream but maybe we can save that for the morning after.
Rhiannon has offered me the spare room in your house or we can get a hotel room something.
Anything sister has offered to talk to me but I can't keep troubling her with my sh#t.
Winter Summers 04/30/17 Soleil
It's exactly what I mean
You ever just get tired of pretending but are too afraid of what might happen if you drop the act?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/30/17 When their interaction began at the cafe, Rhiannon had not anticipated it would end so catastrophically. She was more than annoyed, naturally, and had locked herself in her home office to work, headphones in and music blasting. Normally, she would have heard Soleil come and go, but Fleetwood Mac's album 'Rumours' thrummed in her ears as she hunched over her architect's table, drawing and redrawing plans for the brownstone she would continue to scrap.

She could never produce any quality work being as frustrated as she was, but she needed to focus on something other than Soleil. At present, the thought of her last interaction with her wife had gotten the better of several pencil tips. Still, she mapped and remapped, committing measurements and materials to memory.

Around 7:30, Rhiannon finally ventured out of her office, walking downstairs to the kitchen as quietly as possible. She was hungry, yes, but she did not wish to hash out the issue at hand until she was of a clearer mind. She had walked past the daisies without much thought, but as the note caught her eye, she stopped mid-chew of her banana to read it.

Sh*t. Her eyes shoot back to the analog clock of the stove, her lateness painfully obvious. Grabbing her keys, the angel is shuffling through apartment in a flurry, kicking in the heels of Chuck Taylor's that clearly belonged to Margot.

She reached for her phone, furiously tapping away at their message screen as she went.

I just saw your note.
I'm mortified. Please don't leave.
Winter Summers 04/30/17 Soleil
You ever pretend to be something that you obvious aren't?
Not like when you were little and pretended to be a princess or whatever.
Is this making sense?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/30/17 Rhiannon throws up her hands in defeat. The argument has grown tedious, and she knows Soleil will only keep combating her. "Go then." She fires back, looking to the younger woman with an unfathomable amount of disbelief. "I don't care what you choose to do. Just make the decision."

She turns on her heel, throwing a dismissive hand in the air as she walks away, though her wife should know the conversation was far from over. The angel knew, though, that they would both need to be much calmer in order to handle the situation without hurting each other more. And it had taken all the angel had not to relegate the other woman as childish, and leave it at that.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/30/17 "No interest?" Rhiannon can feel anger pooling within her, an emotion that she rarely necessitates. But this woman's obstinate nature is pushing her to her tipping point. "Whatever concerns you, concerns me. I'm your wife." She wondered when that point would finally recollect in Soleil's mind. However, the partnership Rhiannon thought the two had been building was not nearly as strong as she thought it was.

"You're not going to Moscow without me." She responds in an equally even tone, a frown growing as she feigns away from Soleil's touch. "You're not a f*cking solo act anymore, Soleil. But if you don't want me with you, that's another issue entirely..."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 The angel shakes her head, so surprised by the sudden petulance her wife exhibited. She almost scoffs again, but it appears she'll not be allowed a word in edgewise. "You don't care?" Rhiannon looks away long enough to lose the rather offended expression she wore, but Soleil is already walking away, completely out of earshot. She is just as stubborn, and would be more than content to stay put, go back to enjoying her cup of coffee, ignoring the lengths to which Soleil could be so childish.

Yet, her feet are carrying her briskly in pursuit. Her hand grab's her wife's arm, pulling her to however violent a halt as the other woman made it. "Don't care?" She repeats in a softer tone, refusing to release her hold on Soleil. "Who's pushing who away, here?" The angel found herself here, having given chase, not for any other reason but that her wife had been left behind her entire life. Rhiannon was not about to perpetuate this expectation in herself.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 "Pushing you to go?" She stopped, staring at Soleil with disbelieving eyes. "Grow up." Rhiannon shook her head, a scoff parting between her lips. "Your best friend was shot, and your mind has been in Moscow since you got the news. So, go. All you'll do here is continue to be..." She made a sweeping gesture towards her wife. "Whatever this is. Unpleasant, angry, so not you."

The angel is honest, never one to save an argument for anyone's sake, especially not Soleil's. "And you won't let me comfort you, so what good am I, then?" She planted her hands on her own hips, her perplexity obvious. "What do you want from me?"
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 Soleil's stiffness is enough to leave the angel's compassion feeling wasted. If her wife wanted to return to Moscow, she should. But Rhiannon could not share in suspicion and sadness she did not understand. "Let's just go home." She replies, pulling away without another thought.

"If it's weighing on you so heavily, then return to Russia. It's increasingly apparent nothing but your own first-hand account of the happenings with satisfy you."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 Dropping a ten on the table, Rhiannon stands, pulling Soleil up with her as she abruptly begins to leave. She is silent, patiently waiting until an alleyway presents the opportunity for more privacy. Once there, she pulls Soleil into a tight embrace, offering the sort of nonverbal comfort that came only when their bodies were held flush to one another.

"It's not as simple as that..." She murmurs, lips pressed to her ear. "He doesn't talk to me, but we communicate, in actions... In interpreting scripture anew each time."

"But if I knew anything, ever, trust I would tell you."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 *bites her tongue*
*tosses on a smile, takes her hands*
Of course, Soleil. That sounds like a perfect evening.
I love you, woman. You know that, yes?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 What do you mean, 'something's up'?
*frown deepens*
I am not bothered by Elouise, or your friendship. I think she's good to you, and for you. It's not dramatic.
You don't need to stay out of obligation, Soleil. I will follow you anywhere.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 *pulls her own hand back*
No, no. I believe you.
I wouldn't worry too much, babe. If she needs you,truly, I'm sure she'll reach out.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 I certainly would not like you in harm's way.
*furrows brow*
But it is also usually those who refuse help that need it the most.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 *frowns*
Would you be happier confirming her well-being for yourself? If you need to return to Moscow, I'll come with you. It's not an issue for me.
*squeezes her hand*
Winter told me, too. I'm sure you're very worried for her.
Winter Summers 04/29/17 Soleil
Not a problem at all.
I will, and it's a generous off I thank you for it but right now I just wanna be alone.
Enjoy NY for me love.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 *rests hand on the table, mostly to hold hers*
That sounds like a date, babe.
*sips her tea*
So, has everything calmed down with The Order? Or are you going to need to go back?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 Aw. You're making plans with me?
*cheesy smile*
*kicks gently under the table*
You had a pillow fort in my house and didn't invite me?!
... Our house.
Winter Summers 04/29/17 Soleil
I have given your number to my sister Summer
She will be in Moscow, I have to leave.
Personal reasons, sorry love but she has assured me that if anything goes wrong she will tell you to go back.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 Hey, gorgeous girl.
I got you an espresso.
*tilts shades at*
Then what the hell is your Pinterest for? ... And you totally do, and you so are. You let Noah walk all over you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 Soleil
It means, I guarantee that if I went on your Pinterest I'd only find baby pictures.
For someone who claims to not be good with children, you're a pretty big sucker for them. :)
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 Soleil
I'm sensing baby fever afoot.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 Soleil
Are you trying to tell me something?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/29/17 Soleil
Meet me for coffee?
Love you! :)
[Location Shared]
Elouise Orlav 04/29/17 Soleil
I'm fine. You saw proof of life.
What else do you need? Do you want to come babysit me too?
If that's the case, then come home. But I won't be good company.

You know that I love you.
But it's better if you stay where it's safe, and not complicate yourself in things you wouldn't be able to solve, anyway.
Elouise Orlav 04/29/17 Soleil
Stay in New York, Soleil.
If you need to know something, I'll tell you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 What the f*ck did I just say about talking?
Oh my gosh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!
*way too pure*
Are you okay? Did I hurt your feelings? Do you still love me?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 Then just shut up.
*has no idea what to do next*
*just gonna go with it*
... And you're just going to have to wait for your apartment. I'm in charge, here.
*trying so hard to be convincing*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 *knits brow*
I don't care what you want. This about what I want.
*flips over, has all the power*
*... in her mind*
Are you still going to complain?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 *doesn't know how to react*
... Yes?
*squints more*
Take your shirt off. Wait. No.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 *clears throat*
You'll do as I say, woman.
*blinks slowly*
I don't know where that came from...
Lloyd R Darrow 04/28/17 TLF
Sounds like you two have a very happy marriage.
I'm glad for you. You seem to have really found your way since your formative days with The Orlavs.
Any time you'd like to see the boys, you know where to find them.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 *doesn't know how to be assertive*
*tries anyway*
Yes. Bring the outfit.
... And I'll do the baseball thing you wanted.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/28/17 TLF
Good for the both of you.
You had enough time to make them pancakes? My brother is right, gays are magical.
In the mornings, Caitlyn and I fit in just enough time to cry from exhaustion before we drop them off at school / daycare.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 *squints harder*
Bad ass? No I just...
*looks at, clears throat*
*tries to ask nonchalant*
... Yes. I'm a total bad ass.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/28/17 Soleil
I'm more than impressed.
I suppose these souvenirs are well deserved, then.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 *squirms*
I... I stole it from Margot's room. I was looking for her car keys, and ended up...
*idle hand gestures*
I'm way too high, and you're way too hot.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/28/17 TLF
I'll be there in about an hour to grab the boys and the dogs.
They're still alive, correct?
I wouldn't blame you if they were lost, maimed or emotionally damanged.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 ... Yes.
*knits brow*
You could put on the Haught uniform and arrest me, officer.
Wait. No. Children, picnic, responsibilities.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 Not as beautiful as you.
-really serious-
-super cheesy-
My wife is stupid fine.
-lowers voice-
... I'm kind of high.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 ... Duh, woman. You're my favorite.
I have the cats to keep me company when you're busy working. Or sleeping.
*smothers in kisses*
We should probably get out of bed if we're ever going to get this picnic on the road.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 *pokes her stomach*
You're so comfy. Like this bed. Except I love you more.
I love you more than Topanga and Quincy.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 Babe, I'm dozey. Don't make me be romantic.
*pulls into gentle kiss*
I love you, okay? Now hold me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 I know.
*boops her nose*
You make my heartache.
... In a good way. Like happy puke?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 Understand that Nicole Haught will always come first, but I'll love you anyways.
*snickers, silences any objections with a kiss*
I love you, too. Most.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 I like to wake up with the sun, babe.
*crawls up on*
But this bed is addictingly comfortable. I never want to leave. ... Except for wine and cheese with my favorite girl.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 *coils around*
Like a rock.
No yoga. Ever. Bed is so comfy.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/28/17 Soleil
Just come back to bed and talk to me.
I'm being lazy. But, yes to the picnic.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 Yeah, but Aunt Jemima isn't going to get lucky later.
*sly grin*
Chef Soleil? It kind works for me. Nothing close to Officer Haught, but...
I can get on board.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 *groans*
My wife is so cheesy!
*definitely loves it*
*prods sides*
Those pancakes were great, by the way. You'll be clutch as a mom.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 *nods wholeheartedly*
Of course you are! I'm a total catch.
*Eskimo kisses*
But you're everything.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 *pushes over, entangles in startling kiss*
There were plenty of things I didn't know before I met you.
*grins down at*
But I'm a quick learner, mm?
Winter Summers 04/27/17 Soleil
It's hard not to care for the woman!
Well you are all lovey dovey there is nothing wrong with that doll.
You and I, I swear we were destined to be friends!
Swear it!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 *wraps limbs around*
Because, I have a whole day planned. At your apartment. Sans children, and nosy sister. 'Kay?
*kisses neck*
Now, do you want to enjoy our time away from the boys and watch Girlboss, or are you going to be moody?
... And you'll keep the uniform on, right?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 Babe.
*narrows eyes into slits*
If we do this now, you don't get the cheerleader outfit.
Your choice, but...
*lowers voice*
I know what I'd choose.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 *scowls*
You know I was teasing. Don't ruin this with jealousy, woman.
The kids are downstairs, and Margot, so...
Winter Summers 04/27/17 Soleil
As I said I try to be, but again ultra hush hush!
You shouldn't love! You are off having fun with your wife no shame in that!
Oh you are a crafty one! I knew there were like a million reasons why I adore you!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 Listen. Nicole Haught is the love of my life, and if I can't have her, I'll have to settle for you, pretending to be her.
*pulls into a brief kiss*
*grins against her lips*
And if you're convincing enough, I might just let you handcuff me next time. This... Is simply a fitting.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 *grins, starts buttoning her shirt*
I get it. You're a lesbian, not a unicorn, right?
*literally cannot control herself*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 *scoffs*
That's not fair! What are you going to do, write me a citation?
*groans, reluctantly sets aside tiramisu*
What do you need help with, exactly? ... Did you forget how to dress yourself?
Winter Summers 04/27/17 Soleil
I certainly will my love
If you figure it out do to tell me! I'd love to know!
No thanks needed she is like a sister to me. I'd do anything for the woman.
Aside from jumping off a bridge that is still off the table!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 *stays put*
... No. Because you need to get into the uniform.
*shifty eyes*
*clears throat*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 *subtle grin*
You don't have to. It's... Just a suggestion.
*shrugs casually*
Winter Summers 04/27/17 Soleil Just her, someone shot her in the shoulder.
I have to say someone because I have no clue who it is or why she was shot.
I thought it best not to ask.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 *tilts head*
Not exactly...
*points at closet*
There's a surprise for you in there.
*may or may not be Purgatory PD uniform*
*may or may not be the biggest geek*
Winter Summers 04/27/17 Soleil
I do try but don't tell people it would ruin the reputation I have worked so hard to build!
Well when you put it like that I don't think I like the idea of you risking your life, or your wife risking hers. Goodness knows she wouldn't let you come alone.
But if that is truly what you wish I will tell you if you need to return.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 *opens arms wide*
Come give me a kiss, and I'll give details.
Winter Summers 04/27/17 Soleil
Don't worry!
I require no sleep, no food, blood is all I need and that's every now and then!
I am the perfect body guard!
I mean I hate violence but for Elouise I'd take on an army or rather attempt to!
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
I love you too.
See your pretty face soon.
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
Of course I'm okay.
I'd never lie to you.
Winter Summers 04/27/17 Soleil
You got it love!
You will most likely be the second person I tell!
Have to inform her hubby first!
Feel like those are the rules!
But have no fear body guard Winter is on the case! It will take a lot more than a bullet to stop me!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 Soleil
I made them dinner, and Margot said she'd watch a movie with them.
We've been on call for 48 hours, she can handle them for now.
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
Omfg. I'll keep you up to date.
I'm sedated, and I'm cranky.
FaceTime later?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 Soleil
Tiramisu, red wine, Wynonna Earp.
Meet me in the bedroom in fifteen minutes?
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
Yes. Shoulder. Jameson stitched me up.
I'm in bed, resting. Now, promise you'll stay in New York.
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
I'm fine, Rambo is healthy, okay? That's the preface.

I was shot.
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
I'll tell you, but if you come home, I'll kick your ass.
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
I'm not going to lie to you.
So I'm pleading the fifth.
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
If I tell you, you'll come home anyway.
So just so as I ask, please.
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
I'm serious about staying in New York.
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
How is Moscow?
It's honestly a sh*t show, right now.
Stay in NYC.
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
I'm with Winter right now, actually.
Don't worry, I gave him a very hefty one-armed hug.
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
Good for you.
I hope you both are having a nice vacation. I miss you!
Everything is fine here.
Elouise Orlav 04/27/17 Soleil
When are you coming home?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/27/17 Soleil
I'm sorry? The chubby one?
We did Mommy and Me yoga at the park.
On our way back now!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *shut up, Rhiannon definitely loves her more*
... 'Kay.
*incapable of playing it cool, like, ever*
How much longer do we have to stay out with these two?
Lloyd R Darrow 04/26/17 TLF
I'm sorry if they're tiny terrors - blame Caitlyn. I had nothing to do with it, genetically. .. Though if anyone calls them handsome, I will certainly take full credit.
Let us take you two out for dinner once we're back. It is the very least we can do.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *no, Rhiannon loves Soleil most*
... No pants?
*tries not to grin, fails*
I like the sound of that much more.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/26/17 TLF
Gorgeous view, and Bora Bora is nice, too.
Caitlyn says thank you, of course, as do I.
Eternally grateful to you and your wife.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 ... Concerned we'll corrupt the children?
*grins, reaches for hand*
*not going to argue the 'who loves who more' point*
*because obviously she loves this b*tch more*
I'm sensing tonight as a, baggy sweatpants and four kinds of tiramisu, kind of night.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *covers Noah's eyes*
I love you, more.
*kisses again, because f*ckboy*
Winter Summers 04/26/17 Soleil
Oh well thank you! I strive to be one of a kind! :p
Of course not I am heading back to Moscow!
I can come for visits! Unless you need alone time with the wife just say the word and I'm gone!
Thank you! I know you will pick the perfect gift!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 You're probably right. Caitlyn is... A handful, to say the least.
*bats lashes at*
You balance me out, babe.
*cheesy grin*
Lloyd R Darrow 04/26/17 TLF
Just wanted to check in.
How are the boys? And the dogs?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 You're probably right.
*tilts head*
They're Lloyd's step-children, right? Because he's too docile to have bred such...
*clears throat*
'Lively' children.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *rolls eyes*
I never complain. How could I, with the self-proclaimed 'OG lesbian' on my sexual payroll?
How much of this do you think Noah picks up on?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 Really? With those hands?
I could hardly tell...
*nonchalantly carries Rigsby away*
So, park, food, nap, maybe a nervous breakdown somewhere in-between?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 It was a shirt, babe. On a totally calm kid. Try a screaming, squirming infant when you haven't slept in two days.
*gently pats wife*
You'll learn. ... Soon.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *has totally clean, changed, redressed infant*
*and a huge grin*
Oh my gosh. You're so cute. You're going to be a great trainwreck of a mom.
*'Simba's' Rigsby, raspberries*
... We're the best.Obviously.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 Yeah, right. You're full of sh*t.
Like this diaper. Be right back.
*runs with Rigsby held far from her body*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *pecks, gets 'ew'd' by Noah*
I know, aren't we great at this? What a team!
What about if I'm not home? Are you going to call Margot?
*squints harder*
You are, aren't you?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 I guess I can live with that.
*adjusts lumpy baby*
You're cleaning up any puke, though. I refuse. I can handle yours, even Winters, but baby puke? Pass.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 I'll help okay? But you can definitely do this. You're capable!
*hip checks*
And if you can't change his diaper, how are you going to handle a son of your own?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *blinks slowly*
On second thought, Margot can clean when she wakes up. C'mon, babe. I'll come help you. We'll figure it out together.
*hands over baby*
We're a team, babe.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *closes door behind her*
Margot's in there too. She's kind of... Dead. Poor thing.
It's fine! Seriously. I'll clean it up, if you take these gremlins and get them ready for the park. Okay?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 You're sorry? I'm not!
*tosses cackling child over shoulder*
It's just a little mess. Kids are messy!
*calls out from somewhere*
I found Rigsby!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *might be crying*
They ruined my house! Margot let them trash the place!
*finds Noah*
... At least they're not dead?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 I know!
*grins, drags inside*
*... into a warzone*
Oh my god.
... Do you think Margot is alive?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 Yeah... You're the love of mine, too.
*cheeky grin*
All of mine.
*kisses cheek*
Now, come on. It's parenting time.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *smacks again*
Yes, you have. You poor, poor woman.
*rolls eyes*
I enjoy your wit and your humor. I love you for all of you, the looks are just a convenient addition.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 See? Weddings are expensive, and they're sh*t to plan. I'll stick to blueprints.
*smacks ass*
Mine, I'll admit. If your parents did nothing else right, they did make you. ... And God damn.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *squints at*
... If we're getting married again, you can plan it. That's the deal.
*squeezes shoulders*
Yeah, they were gross. But I did almost take a hoe down who was staring at your ass like she'd just struck oil.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 It's not like I can replicate it. ... But I can certainly try. Maybe once we're back in Moscow?
No bouncing!
*swats at*
I already bought the t-shirt, though. So you'll have to wear it the next time we go to a club. If one more b*tch makes eyes at you, I'll...
*not aggressive at all*
... Pray for her.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 Obviously it's better. C'mon.
It's either the ring, or the matching shirt and hat I can order that say, 'Property of Rhiannon' across them.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 ... Just, regular, run of the mill sl*tty sex.
Yeah? Let's do it, then. You need something to prove you're spoken for.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 I'd marry you again too, but just for sl*tty wedding night sex.
... Because you never got that.
I've already done the wedding dress thing, though. We could get matching bands, though?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 Yes, grumpy, I know!
*kisses neck*
Does this count at carrying me across the threshold?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 He's still better than most, though.
*jumps on back*
Piggy-back home, or you don't love me!
Winter Summers 04/26/17 Soleil
Oh thank you! I really do adore it when you compliment me!
I feel so special!
And thank you but I keep my sh#t bottles up! So I'm good!
Oh anything will do really! I adore getting presents!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 I have about... Forty unread messages that probably state otherwise.
And I'm sure Callum stayed to help, but he's notoriously helpless, so...
*turns head, glances back at*
Not like you.
Winter Summers 04/26/17 Soleil
Blank message? Am I suppose to guess what this would say?
Winter you are the most amazing man I have ever met!
That's what it was to say yes?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 Time to go.
*crawls out of bed*
Come on, love of mine. Margot has been more than gracious, so we should get going before she has a mental breakdown.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 Stop doubting yourself, for starters.
*smothers in kisses*
I love you silly, woman. Okay?
*knits brow*
... You could let me buy a baby online, though. Since you're offering.
*devious grin*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 Babe. That was sarcasm.
*cups cheeks*
I know how much you love me. Relax.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *blank stare*
No, I had no clue.
*returns kiss*
... Love you too.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *huffs*
I'll just think about... Glaciers. My grandmother. ... Rug shopping.
*glares at*
You're impossible to refuse.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 Too hot. You're too hot. And too Haught.
If we stay in bed now, I'll never let you out.
*shimmies out of hold*
And we have to be responsible today, and not, like, -
*mumbles something about fulfilling fantasies*
*idle hand wave*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *eye twitch*
... You wanna... The uniform...
*all twitchy now*
We need to go back to the brownstone.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *channels inner-Waverly*
Officer... Haught. Great.
*clears throat*
Well, I'm not putting you in the uniform until you nail the lines. Otherwise it ruins the fantasy.
Winter Summers 04/26/17 Soleil
Soleil! Beautiful!
Oh not much my brother died a few days back.
The family is hoping he comes back cause Summer did but I've drank heavily and am moving on.
How about you love?
Winter Summers 04/26/17 Soleil
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 ... I wanted to watch Wynonna Earp again.
But okay. Girlboss it is!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *pins back down*
Nope, not yet. We're going to snuggle, watch some Netflix, and relax.
*clings to*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 Oh my god. You're such a little kid. Yes to the sandbox.
We're going to play mom today. Apparently Margot is scarred from having to walk the dogs and bring the boys.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 We're taking the kids to the park!
And getting ice cream!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *so much energy*
*like a puppy*
Oh my god. Soleil. Wake up!
*crawls under sheets, snuggles*
Love me. I'm bored!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/26/17 *jumps into bed*
*definitely body slams*
Babe. Wake up!
... Babe. Babe!
*jostles the sh*t out of*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *silent nod*
*kisses jaw*
*can't help it*
I love you.
*big, gooey, mushy mess*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *squints*
Lil bit, but that's okay.
*launches her at the bed*
I'll just pretend you didn't!
*tackles the sh*t out of*
For future reference, 'Champ'? ... Not sexy.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *scowls*
*so, so serious*
Yeah, and? Family intramural sports are important!
*motions towards bed*
... So let's get started on our team, coach.
*cannot help but smirk, because f*ckboy*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 So if four is okay, then eight should be perfect!
*pauses, eye twitch*
You torture me, woman.
*deep breathing*
We'll split them down the middle. Four for you, four for me. That way, we can have family intramural basketball games.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 One of many.
We're highly evolved, is all. ... No pun intended.
Family planning is important. I'm planning on maybe four... Or five little Whitakers.
*toothy grin*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Babe, you try so hard, you may break biology.
*hard eye roll*
Which, for the record, you can't.
... But I'm not opposed to trying.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Tomorrow, too?
*lifts brow*
Shouldn't we be the ones practicing the baby-handling? I think we've got the baby-making down by now. I mean, hypothetically.
*wide eyes*
What if Margot and Callum make babies? Oh my gosh. Ew.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 There was never any question on that front.
Should I tell Margot we're going to be awhile?
Because she's probably going to have to feed them.
Put them to bed, get them up tomorrow, rinse and repeat...
Because I'm locking you away, babe.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Good. Me too.
*grapples with, scoops up*
I'm going to womanhandle you all the way to the apartment, if I have to.
*cheeky grin*
And then you can womanhandle me all you'd like.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 I had my protein this morning, I did yoga. I'm fueled and limber.
*soft laugh*
Yeah, Whole Foods sounds good. And fast.
*clears throat*
Maybe Becco tomorrow?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *low hum*
I'm not really hungry for Italian.
*kisses jaw*
But you definitely need to fuel up.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *blinks slowly*
Oh my god.
*nods several times*
You're such a f*ckboy, but I love it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *smirks*
*leans over, whispers*
Me too.
*waggles brows*
We'll just have to get dessert to go, then.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *triumphant grin*
*happily dragged*
Okay, okay. There's no need to rush.
*eyes up and down*
Because I certainly won't.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Woman.
You have no idea what I had in store for you this morning, so, yes, you're going to watch to find your key and cancel anything else.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *squeaks again*
Oh my gosh. Soleil.
*shifty eyes*
So we're stopping at the apartment after lunch, right?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Yes. That doesn't I want to, ever again. I'm a one ass kind of woman. And that ass happens to be yours.
You're not sorry. You love that my morning was so painfully tragic. How else would you find amusement?
*kisses gently*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 ... Maybe I'm very passionate about coffee!
*voice squeaks at the end*
Shut up. I deserve better treatment, today. I had to see Callum's ass today.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Yeah, well, maybe she thought we were fighting over coffee?
Your woman? I like the sound of that.
Much more than 'f*ckboy', at least.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *knits brow*
I'm not that biased. You are perfect. And I adore you endlessly.
*clears throat*
I think the whole 'I married a woman' thing was self-explanatory. I don't think she's totally convinced, though.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *hardest squint ever*
Not in this lifetime, no. I saw what I wanted, and I went for it.
*tilts head to the side*
In other lifetimes, I suppose it never mattered who or what I wanted, I simply went with the flow of the life I was given.
*pulls in close*
I don't like to think about you ever having to hide your sexuality. Do you know how perfect you are? Anyone who doesn't see what I see isn't worth the time of day.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *rolls eyes*
Yes, of course you can come. Assume anything I do is an open invitation for you to join.
*squeezes hand*
Shut up. I was never in the closet.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 I know you do.
That's why your buying me two desserts! One for now, and one for tonight when I lock myself in our closet and watch Orange is the New Black on my phone.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *grabs hand, laces fingers with*
Italian? Are we going to be like Lady and the Tramp?
I bet Becco doesn't bring home four different types of tiramisu out of love, though...
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 See? That's so much more simple, and so much less planning for me!
*winks at*
Come on, now I'm hungry. You're the maestro, here, so where are we going?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Trust me, it's too late. She's scarred for life.
We'll soundproof the room. But does that mean we're soundproofing the kitchen? And the bathroom? ... And my office?
*squints harder*
Everything is getting soundproofed, isn't it?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 *squints at*
Why Callum?
What are you planning, Soleil?
*pecks lips*
I refuse to sound proof our room. Who knows, we might inspire Margot to give women a try. That'd be the first smart thing she's ever done!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Oh. Lunch date?
*pulls in for a kiss*
Lunch, and wife time. We can go wherever you want, babe.
So long as I get to be with my grumpy wife, I don't care. And Margot can watch the boys.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 What? Wait! No.
*reaches for*
I was on my way! Do you... Do you want to just go to your apartment?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Soleil
Hold on.
Sound proofing the nursery.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Soleil
Why don't you, then? ;)
This house is big...
Best of luck.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Soleil
Hold on, I'm stretching.
This is going to be a marathon.
No, triathalon.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Soleil
I'm not feeling a quickie.
So I'd hydrate. ;)
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Soleil
... I love you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Soleil
Are you still wearing clothes?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Soleil
OKAY. Relax.
I just need to put the TV for the kids.
... And go light a candle at church.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Soleil
... Yes. It was Callum.

You just want him to hear, don't you?
Oh my god.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/25/17 Soleil
Did you hear Margot last night?
Did she bring someone home with her?
And the coffee's on! ❤️

Omg. She did. SHE DID.
If I can't get laid in my own house, neither can she. 😡

... In hindset, I should have knocked first.
I'm going to go wash my eyes out with bleach, now.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *squints*
Yeah, right now it isn't.
But, like, next week it could be.
You'd be a hot mom.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *whines*
But... We already have the crib!
Fine. But only because I think Margot would kill us both.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *so smothered*
*never complains*
Or, you could just let me spoil you. Like... With an online baby.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 But you look so innocent and cute while you do. It's why I can never wake you up.
*nuzzles for the 100th time*
... That sounds like a plan. Maybe we should keep your apartment on hand, so when it's our kids we need to avoid, it'll be that much easier.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 Pause.
*grabs fuzzy blanket, wraps around them both*
*snugly as hell*
Yeah but you needed the sleep, clearly. And you're going to be building Noah's bed frame while I get toasted and watch re-runs of 'Murder, She Wrote'.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *wide eyes*
*throws head back*
Thank you, God. I'm exhausted.
*presses face against her neck*
This is why I married you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 You're about to get lucky.
*cannot help being so punny*
*rolls eyes*
Was, are, will always be... You're so dramatic.
You're the cutest thing I've ever seen, you know that.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *already starting to carry away*
Too late! It's nap time for the boys, and wife time for you.
*pauses, grins at*
I'd marry you over again every day. You were so cute, how could I say no?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *snickers*
I know. I can't wait to 'settle down' with you either.
You know you're my favorite forever, love of mine. Do I need to prove it?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *smirks*
'Settle down'? What century are we in?
*prods her sides*
You're my favorite, too. For now.
... You very well may get one-upped if there's a little Whitaker running around with chubby cheeks and rolls for days.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 Our kids are going to kick ass.
*wraps arms back around*
It feels like less work when they're your own, I promise.
And we'll have a babysitter for the weekend nights, so I can take my woman out.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *giddy*
I love you, too.
*firm nod*
We still have years of uninterrupted, spontaneous sex before everything goes downhill.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *squeezes*
Yeah, yeah. I remember.
*kisses neck*
I forgive you. And don't worry, I won't abandon you with these gremlins. But I think today will be nap time for everyone.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 More than good. It was perfect.
... Now there are children crying at five in the morning, and a wife that sleeps through all of it.
*glares up at*
At least you're good for coffee, if not caregiving.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *staggers into kitchen*
We're never having kids. Or adopting more dogs.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 Soleil
I need a hug.
And coffee.
Mostly the hug, please.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 Soleil
It took me four hours to assemble Rigsby's crib after you passed out on the couch.
Some wife you turned out to be! 😠
I haven't even gone to get yet. Because these f*cking dogs need to be walked at 7am or they'll revolt.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *snorts, wheezes*
Let's just not talk about children, or Margot for the next... 14 and a half minutes. *pulls into lingering kiss*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 We do...
*toothy grin*
So go ahead and take what's yours, then, and we can be on our way.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *rolls eyes hard*
Yeah, okay. You get jealous of Winter, and my sister, and a pair of toddlers.
It's okay, I'm more than obsessed with you, too.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *never not woman-handled*
My wife is pretty freaking hot too. Don't tell her I'm here, though. She's the jealous type.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/24/17 *sifts through her hair*
*quiet laugh*
You never complain, thank you.
Don't worry, wife of mine. There's no rushing when it comes to you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 *throws on bed*
Really? That's... Sweet. And kind of hot.
*itty bitty smirk*
I'll make this quick, then. Ikea isn't open 24/7, after all.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 *narrows eyes*
She'll survive.
I, however, won't for much longer.
*hops off of counter, lifts her by the waist*
Since when did you care what happens to Margot, anyways?
*already carrying towards the bed*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 Y-.
*narrows eyes*
I see what you're doing here.
Do you know that I love you?
*holds by the collar of her shirt*
... I really think Margot can survive without us, babe.
*bats lashes at*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 *eye twitch*
... 'Later'?
*furrows brow*
I like 'right now', though. Right now sounds great, actually. Perfect, even.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 *rolls eyes*
Should I just get it tattooed on my forehead?
*crooked grin*
So you're just going to say the magic word?
*definitely plotting*
... We could be here for awhile, then. Huh?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 *totally woman-handled*
*scrunches nose*
Now you just sound like me.
*clears throat*
But the answer is an emphatic yes, as always. Do you really have to ask?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 *droops*
Rest in peace, wife time.
*super glum*
There's always nap time? And we can force Margot to babysit.
... This apartment is handy, after all!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 *mumbles something along the lines of '1 week' under her breath*
*grabs Soleil's hand*
I love you?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 *groans*
Do we have to come back? Margot could totally manage...
*wraps arms around*
Caitlyn started crying, I couldn't say no...
*knits brow*
Not ready? So I should cancel that online baby order, huh?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 *disgruntled yelp*
*blank stare, totally gets it now*
Be right back.
*charges up the stairs, literally back in a flash*
Let's go! Now! Come on!
*tugs on*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 *squints at*
Seriously? You were just there.
Is is really that important?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 *still holding tightly*
... Margot's upstairs in my office. We can just ditch --
*clears throat, lowers voice*
Leave them with her for a few hours. Ikea trip?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 Oh my god.
*clings to for dear life*
They left the dogs too!
... I think we have to go furniture shopping. Like, now.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 Soleil
Thank you!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 Soleil
I wouldn't care if Margot caught us in the act, frankly.
So, no. Try, much shorter. Male. ... In diapers. Named 'Darrow'?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 Soleil
The kind of surprise that involves way less clothing.
Which is now shockingly less appropriate given present company.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 Soleil
Not the same surprise I was planning before...
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 Soleil
You're welcome, babe. :) Hurry up, I'm missing you.

ACTUALLY hurry up.
... I have a surprise for you.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/23/17 Soleil
We certainly will!
Enjoy the rest of your vacation.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/23/17 Soleil
I'm out back gardening, whenever you get home.
Tomato plants are assh*les.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/22/17

"Yeah?" The question is loud, uttered in near disbelief. Before Rhiannon really considers her actions, she is lifting her wife into the air, spinning in quick succession around the dance floor. Any onlooker could see with clarity the infinite love and happiness written on the angel's face.

As she allows Soleil back on her feet, she is interrupting any response with another fervent kiss, genuinely surprised persuasion had worked so easily. "This is going to be great, babe. I promise."
Lloyd R Darrow 04/22/17 TLF
Is that so? I love New York City. I lived there until I moved to Moscow to work for Dr. Orlav. How are you enjoying the vacation?
I'm planning a surprise trip to Bora Bora for Caitlyn. It is long overdue, but I wanted Rigsby to be old enough to endure a week away from us. So, if you're ever looking for real practice...
Lloyd R Darrow 04/22/17 TLF
Any possibility you'd be free to babysit this upcoming Wednesday?
Rigsby can't talk, but I'm sure if he could, he'd be raving about you and that wife of yours.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/22/17

"Me too." She echoed the sentiment with the brightest of smiles, arms cradled around Soleil's waist as the music picks back up. "There can be much, much more of this, you know. New York doesn't have to be a vacation..." Rhiannon knows she is using dancing to seduce her wife into making this city the metropole of their life together.

Does she feel guilty? No, of course not. If she has the looks to allure her wife into a decision, she will use them. Often.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/22/17

"You're insane." She speak-shouts about the ever rising din of conversations and music. Still, the angel is drawn back towards her. If Soleil was allowed to show her off, it must apply in the opposite direction. So, her hands grab her wife's face in a very sudden manner, lips applying a firm, hungering kiss against hers. She would have held the embrace longer if she knew she wouldn't be getting dragged home to continue the show.

"You make me ridiculously happy, Soleil Whitaker." The words spill out as one track fades into the next, making Rhiannon look like a near-drunk, blubbering fool. But she didn't care. There is a manner to Soleil's words and actions that are so care-free compared to anything before. And it is beginning to draw out the spontaneity in her as well.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17

Rhiannon couldn't help but laugh. Not just because the perfect combination of alcohol and music selection had given her a brief sense of euphoria, but because this woman, her wife, had to be the most possessive creature on the planet. Soleil was marking her territory for the entire venue to see, but also drawing more eyes, letting everyone know: 'This woman is mine'.

All she had wished to accomplish this trip had come true: her wife, finally letting loose and enjoying herself. All it had seemingly taken was getting out of her apartment and into the brownstone, and that was a win-win for the angel. It has only just dawned on Rhiannon that in the midst of Soleil's ministrations and her own wandering mind, she was hardly dancing at all. "Soleil," she scoffed, squirming. "They all get it, I promise. But you're making it difficult to breath, let alone dance."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17
... Pretty damn sure, yeah.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17

That feels like a cop out. Why don't you come over here?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17

Would you like to revise that statement?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17

I don't think you can handle these moves single-handedly, babe.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17

Damn, my wife is capital 'F' Fine.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 You're not stepping foot off of the dance-floor until I'm either too drunk or too tired to keep going.
*loops arms around*
*kisses forehead*
But if you don't get changed, we'll never get the opportunity. So, go!
*swats behind, flees*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *throws hands in the air*
*perplexed as hell*
But... I don't know if I can handle... All of that!
*spastic hand waving*
You're hot, babe. Too hot. I don't care about thirsty b*tches, I care about myself. I'm not going to survive.
... Are you going to get into a fist-fight tonight?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *scrambles up*
*clears throat*
Come on, then! Let's go!
*definitely not going to end the night alive*
... On second thought, not the jeans. Maybe, like, a trash bag, or a tarp.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *'Ooooh' of understanding*
So, the dancing is foreplay. I get it.
*vague grin*
Are you going to be able to handle me? Or is this going to be like the other night? Because I am going to use you as a glorified pole.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *smothers in kisses*
*wide eyed, gasps*
Oh my gosh. Babe.
*evil grin, definitely plotting*
We're going to dance to Peter Gabriel. The perfect first dance!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *shrugs*
That is yet to be seen, wife of mine.
*coils around*
So, you'll actually dance with me? Because I never did get my first dance... Don't I deserve it?
*bats lashes*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *paws at*
*squishes sides*
I'm starving. And I want to dance. On you. I want to make b*tches jealous.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 ... I'll get sl*tty for whoever I want.
*indignant huff*
It just so happens it's you, forever. A mere coincidence, is all.
And, you're, y'know, the most incredible human I've ever met. Minor details.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 I never said I minded. If you're a level 9 clinger, I'm a 10. 11, even.
... I know, what, exactly? That you earn my stripper-status by virtue of the fact that you put a ring on it?
*blinks slowly*
Well, that's fair, actually. I'd get sl*tty for you any day, regardless of the occasion. Because I'm a good wife.
*triumphant nod*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 You definitely slept like a rock last night. You were a level 9 clinger, too. And you're a radiator.
But that's okay. I'm glad you're comfortable here.
Yes, you have to earn it. I'm not that easy.
... Am I?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 I know. You're in an inordinately good mood today. So I'm going to take advantage of it. And you, later.
*drawn-out, needy kiss*
... I think you've earned the red lacy thing tonight.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *hums, contemplates*
... Will you wear the jeans I like?
*nods slowly*
Because, the answer would definitely be yes if that's the case.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *soft smile, winks*
Yeah, yeah. You're definitely gayer.
My grumpy, gorgeous, gay as hell wife.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 No, because it's not a battle you'll ever let me win.
*smirks right back*
Plus, there are plenty of other ways I'd rather do with you than argue a moot point.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *blank stare*
... That's debatable, thank you very much.
And, no, you're not. I was a lesbian long before you were born.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 I'd say you've improved in a number of areas.
*waggles brows*
F*ckboy enough for you?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *still grumpy*
*maybe even more grumpy*
Yeah, I am. Assh*le.
*grumbles irritably*
*wriggles around, pulls into hug*
How did I get so lucky to marry a little sh*t like you?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *gasps*
I don't sound like that, you assh*le!
*starts beating senselessly with pillow*
Screw you! Why do I even love you?!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *straddles her hips*
Oh my god. I wasn't even trying to be a f*ckboy!
*grabs pillow, thumps her upside the head*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *knits brow*
Are you going to question everything I say?!
*huffs, tickles*
You can have as many hot pictures as your heart desires. Because I love you.
For the record, you are art to me. So shut up.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *nuzzles*
I agree, but I also need pictures of you on my desk. The hot ones. No one else at the firm is going to see them, regardless. Architects are naturally reclusive people.
*brief kiss*
What happens if we get a Stella before a Wilson, hmm? You'll have to reevaluate your entire formula.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 Sex and gender are different, duh!
... I was trying to be cute, damn it.
*flicks nose*
Don't worry, the boudoir shots are staying in my office. And they're not all just of you, they're mostly of us!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *narrows eyes*
Don't assume our son's gender!
Blue because you like it, and because I,
*kisses nose*
Like you. I picked up some frames, too, so I can decorate everything with your face.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 That's what I'm saying!
... I almost bought a mobile. It had little lions and rhinos on it!
Uh... Yellows, browns, a light blue, too. I like neutral colors. It's easier to decorate.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *scrunches face*
Yeah. Apparently white people aren't jazzed enough to purchase 'green' or 'lighter green' or 'darker green'. It has to be mint, and jungle sunrise. What the f*ck is a jungle sunrise?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 *already flopping into bed*
*wraps arms around*
*Eskimo kisses*
Hey, you. I just learned there are over a hundred ways to describe 'green' this morning. Home Depot is confusing.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/21/17 Soleil
I ran out to get some paint swatches.
Don't get too comfortable in that bed.
Or, do. I'll be there soon. ❤️
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/20/17 There was a gleam in Rhiannon's eyes exclusive to when she had the gift of looking at her. It was a stare composed entirely of an intense, deeply rooted love, transcending, of course, any mortal vessel. And she wore the look more intensely in this moment than ever before. "You have no idea how much I love you, do you?" She murmurs the question, pausing to kiss away the tears rimming her eyes. "I will always be here to catch you, love of mine. It may seem foreign, or totally new... But I will be here, every day, ready to love you harder than the day before, if that's what you need."

There is a steadiness to the way Rhiannon holds Soleil, and a simplicity to the next several kisses she plants against every inch of her face, it seems. "If you're ever feeling overwhelmed by anything, hit the pause button, babe. Because I don't feel like going anywhere on this journey without you 100% with me. You don't have to pretend everything is always okay. It doesn't have to be for me to love you through the problem."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/20/17 "Stop apologizing..." She murmurs affectionately before pressing a kiss to her hair. Her hand raises to graze against her back in comforting strokes, the other holding her as close as possible. "I know just the place to go. We'll spend the night at the brownstone after, okay? No explanations necessary."

Rhiannon then pulled back, enough so that she could take Soleil's face in hers to press a firm, loving kiss against her lips. "This is all a lot. I know that. But I'm here for you, for all of it. Forever."

After a brief lapse in words, she adds in a gentler tone: "You and I, Soleil. Always."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/20/17 A fair amount of guilt fills the angel now, so much so that her hand slips away from Soleil's, fingers instead slipping into her pocket to retrieve her phone from her jeans, falling behind Soleil's gait as she dialed her sister.

"Hey, Got. ... No, everything's fine. I'm just feeling a bit under the weather. ... Tomorrow? Tomorrow sounds great. ... I love you, too. See you soon." As the call ends, Rhiannon looks back up to her wife.

"Babe," She clears her throat, almost hesitant to make eye contact. She was putting force a peace offering, a resignation of her pride for her wife. Happily. "Do you want to call the restaurant, or should I?" She offers a faint grin, padding over to the other woman, hands reaching out to wrap around her mid-section with ease. "I love you. There aren't any battles here, babe. Let's go back to bed."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/20/17 "Soleil," Rhiannon sighs her name, scrambling to catch up to her ornery spouse. "It's not a loss, just a... Momentary concession." With a faint frown painted on her features, she reached for her hand. "I belong to you, tonight. Okay?"

Unsure whether or not her assurances have fallen on deaf ears, a quiet, frustrated with parts from her lips. "I didn't play fair. And I'm sorry, okay?"
Jameson Orlav 04/20/17 Solarpanel
Don't waste the whisky.. pour it out into your mouth and just pretend. No one has to know.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/20/17 Caramel eyes squinted up at her looming wife, mouth set in a firm line. "Fine," she concedes. "But if I 'need rest', then I'll be getting it, right here, alone."

The angel cleared her throat, not even remotely close to giving in in any sense. "If you want to disappoint and lie to my sister, go ahead. I'll just stay in bed and eat the banana muffins. By myself."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/20/17 Rhiannon scowls in reception to her command. Cancel their reservations? Call Margot? And say, what, exactly? The angel picks up the phone, sending it sailing to the foot of the bed. Stubborn, party of two.

"I'm not cancelling sh*t." She replies in an even tone. She was not going to give in easily, in fact, she never had. That would be much too simple.

"If you want to call Margot, that is your prerogative, after all. First impressions are vital, but if you want to spend the rest of your life making up for it, I'm sure you know what you're getting yourself into..."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 Frankly, Rhiannon was raucously amused. She knew she drove Soleil insane, even if her stubborn wife refused to admit it every time. But, actions speak louder than words -- clearly, as Rhiannon is hoisted off of her feet and marched right back into the apartment. Does Rhiannon laugh? Only as much as she can emit between gasps of breath, so tickled with laughter she cannot catch a decent bit of air.

"You're right, you're right..." She concedes, hands up in the air, surrendered. "But, Margot is expecting us, and Gypsy, and we have reservations. Now is really not the time for your attempted retaliation, love of mine." Widened, innocent eyes gaze up at her wife, though the devious grin that remains on her expression makes her innocence a more dubious affect.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 *peers over at*
Fine is right.
*reaches for hand*
*winks at*
I love you?
*small, innocent smile*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 Rhiannon stops dead in tracks, knowing full well if she accepts the challenge, they will probably never make it to the brownstone. But this is a vacation, right? They can certainly afford to take their time. Before Soleil would have much time to react, Rhiannon's hands are on her hips, sending her back against the hall with some force, which could be considered surprising coming from the angel.

Just as her back strikes the wall, Rhiannon is lifting a hand up, palm against the other woman's jugular, her thumb pressing into her chin, keeping her head tilted back. The length of time that passes is enough for Rhiannon to grow a smirk and have it dissipate before her lips place a lingering kiss against her carotid artery.

"Like I said... You couldn't handle it." With a triumphant grin, the angel pulls back, already trotting down the hall towards the stairs.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 *hip checks*
Terrible sexual innuendos?
*rolls eyes*
It can get much, much worse. Don't test me, woman.
*lifts brow*
You couldn't handle my actual flirting. You'd get a nosebleed.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 *smirks*
What? Too corny for you?
*tugs on hand*
You know you love it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 *hands brown paper bag*
Buttered muffin, to go.
*grabs free hand*
I'll butter your other muffin later. If you behave yourself.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 *tilts head*
*blinks slowly*
... Excited about, what, exactly?
Do you still want your muffin buttered?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 *kisses forehead*
Are you... Asking me to butter your muffin?
*stifles laugh*
You know where to find me, then. Don't take too long, now.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 *sets down*
Really? Because that's not what you said last night. Or should I not have taken you at your word in such a compromised position?
*holds waist*
You go shower, I'll go finish baking, then.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 *playful grin*
*scoops up*
Shower it is! ... It's a lot smaller than the one back in Moscow, isn't it?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 Restless?
*furrows brow*
So let's go to a place that's ours, then.
The blueprints arrived today, so I was going to go over and check some measurements.
*kisses hair*
Let's build our home.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 *almost jumps*
More warning, next time. Oh my god.
*spins, wraps arms around*
What's wrong? You're usually impossible to get out of bed.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 Soleil
Six blueberry, six banana.
I'm waiting with baited breath, then.
Love you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 Soleil
Trouble sleeping? Is something on your mind?
No, to the offer. I made tea and I'm baking muffins.
See you soon, I guess. ❤️
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 *whines, reaches for*
Come back. I thought we were going to spoon.
*shifty eyes*
Unless... You want me to do the sweatshirt thing.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 Funny, one look at you... And my mind was completely made up. I just wanted you.
*gentle squeeze*
I'm more than happy to comply, babe. You're stuck, right here.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/19/17 ... No. So that answers that.
*wanders back in, looks at*
*moony, 'I love you' eyes*
I'm not really in an ice cream mood anymore.
*crawls back into bed, scoops up tight*
I'm just going to hold you. No Netflix, no ice cream. How does that sound?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *groans, blushes*
Okay, okay. Release me!
*wrenches self away*
... Do we have whipped cream?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 Are you kidding?
*caresses her cheeks*
There's no competing with you. End of discussion.
*silences potential objections with a kiss*
Now, I just want to put on your Sox sweatshirt, nothing but the sweatshirt, and split that pint of chocolate ice cream with you over an episode of Sense8. Sound like a plan?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 I'm a gift from God.
*snickers softly*
I definitely got the better end of the deal. Even if I'm the one taking Fish out to the bathroom at 5 A.M.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *shakes head*
No, definitely not 'okay'.
*closes the space, kisses gently*
I'm adoring my wife.
*wider grin*
I love saying that. Wife. Wife, wife, wife. Wife.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *blinks*
... Hot.
*nods mechanically*
Yes please.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *topples over*
Every night is wife night, if you're brave enough.
*toothy grin*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *squints*
... I think we're going out tomorrow night, then.
*pulls back some, holds face*
Because I think tonight is a strictly wife night. ...And this mattress is too comfortable to stray far from at present.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *clamors back to*
*gets all handsy*
... You just want me to dress sl*tty so you can show me off.
*eager nodding*
Let's go out, then!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *squints*
Not more than Wilson, though. He's our fake son.
*wriggles away*
I say, we get beers, and the rest of my weed, and have a dance party. Yes? Please?
*pleading eyes*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *sticks out tongue*
Yeah? I was being kind. I like stubborn, though. It's not as fun if it all comes easy.
*kisses nose*
But I love you, stubbornness and all.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *totally charmed by that*
*dreamy smile*
Yeah, that acronym is much more fitting.
*wraps arms around*
You left out the 'stunning', 'charming' and 'indefatigable' parts of it, though.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *snickers*
Ooooh yeah, baby. Mini-van, 2.5 kids, and a white picket fence. It's gonna be hot.
*peers up at*
And you're the MILF of the tale.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *pokes her stomach*
Wilson. Yeah. I relent. It's a good name, at least. Not as good as Rhyland, but, you save the best for last. Wilson Rhyland...
*husky voice*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *pounces*
We agreed! I get baseball! I may wear the Sox sweatshirt, but that's only for his mother.
*waggles brows at*
*nudges with nose*
And only because she lets the jacuzzi happen.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *mutters under breath*
He could be running around in 2-3 business days...
*clears throat*
I'm going to call him Rhyland, just so you know. He may be 'Wilson' to you, but I'll call him by the right name.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *rolls over*
*big, sweeping hand gestures towards ceiling*
We can have cook-outs back there, and there's a park right down the street to walk Fish in...
*glances over*
It's a great neighborhood for potential, imaginary, future 'Wilson'.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *stretches out*
Like yoga?
And we have a yard big enough for a patio, and another garden. We can double the usage if we give vertical growing a try.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *frowns*
Maybe, but also just to unwind with my gorgeous wife. Think of how soothed our muscles will be!
*presses face to her neck*
Mhm. Admit it, you definitely want the jacuzzi too.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *waggles brows*
Oh yeah, babe.
You, me, champagne, jacuzzi.
*lingering kiss*
Imagine spending every evening relaxing that way. With me!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *snickers*
Yeah, yeah. I'm sure it is. Or you're just... Chicken.
*flops around, lays on*
So, no nursery painting this time around, but there are a few walls I want to knock down. Y'know, big master bedroom... Jacuzzi bathtub for two, maybe make a walk-in closet?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *whines*
Fine. But it would be so simple.
*tugs on*
Is it? It doesn't have to be. They have two-day shipping at check out.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *nuzzles*
Yeah, pretty darn gay.
*wide eyes*
If you want to! Let's do that tomorrow. And then order a baby online. Please?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *snorts*
I know how gay you are, babe. I'm reminded quite often. And it only annoys me when I'm sleeping, and I can hear the ***** seeping out of your pores when everything else is quiet.
*kisses cheek*
We're doing a jungle-themed nursery, that's for sure.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *gasps*
Blue? Are you assuming the gender of our potential, future child?!
*can't keep a straight face*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *grabs, smooches*
Always you and I.
Only for your benefit. ... Maybe green, then?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 Are you kidding? Lance Bass? Come on!
Oh, no. You're getting a hard hat, gorgeous. It's not a dreamhouse if we're not doing it together.
*boops nose*
Plus, I have to get you good now. That way I won't have to help you paint our kid's room Bruins gold.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *shifty eyes*
Maybe. I was going to renovate on my own, but we can make all the decisions together now.
*very, very excited*
*kisses enthusiastically*
We can make our dream house, Soleil. ... As soon as we burn every last NSYNC poster in that room.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *rolls eyes*
We're going. Tomorrow.
*paws at again*
I want to cook you dinner in my own kitchen, and go through old photo albums, and if you play you cards right, I'll show you my old bedroom. Maybe.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 She's squatting rent-free. Every day is a gift to my sister.
*squishes her cheeks*
Stop worrying about Margot, babe.
*slow blinks*
Yes, it is. And I love it, and I love you in it, but I think you need to see the brownstone.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *squints*
Margot stays in the brownstone.
*clears throat*
Until you want to move in. Y'know, if you do. So she'll be with Gypsy unless you want to bring her to Moscow with us.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *looms over*
*triumphant grin*
Yeah, Gypsy. She's the cutest! She can come to Moscow, but Margot can always make sure she's fed when we're not here.
Is that okay? You'll love her.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *tilts head*
No, you decided. And then Margot asked what you might like as a house-warming present, and I said a cat, obviously!
*huge grin*
Her name is Gypsy. She's a calico, and a great guard-cat.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 You'd be so lucky as to get a response. It isn't often I do.
Not for a long while. I intend to live a very long, very happy life with you. And any children, Fish, and our three cats.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *crawls on*
But I love you. I'll need your spirit to deter all others. 'Kay?
*wraps arms around*
Because I can promise you, easily, in fact, there is no life after you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *puppy dog eyes*
Well, it's not like I want to be with anyone else.
Imagine me, a hundred years from now, in whatever form I take, lugging around your ashes. Because I will. I'm weird like that.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *lifts brow*
No, thank you. I love him, but I like being alone with my wife.
*paws at*
No, I can't. Just like you can't blame me. I adore you, and I don't like to share.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 Do you want to meet her? I'm not going going to make you, if you're apprehensive.
*soft smile*
I'm enjoying it, too. You're just happy not to make Winter within five minutes of our apartment, or he'd be here, too. And you're a wh*re for my attention.
*teasing pokes*
But I don't have to share you, either.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *scowls*
That's not fair.
Yeah? Then I get to show you off, too. And I'll show you the brownstone.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *flops around*
*still being dramatic*
Can we go get ice cream today? Oh. Let's go for a walk in Central Park! And then Brooklyn for dinner? Roberta's Pizza is my home away from home.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *very pouty*
*lays on*
I tried to bring sexy back, and sexy turned me away at the door.
I think we're going to have to amputate.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *peels off socks*
*curls up next to*
... I took pictures before I got hives. I'll text them to you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 *wanders in*
I was waiting outside the door for like, five minutes. I just needed to make sure you'd still love me.
*hands wrapped bagel*
*kisses cheek*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 Soleil
Oh. That works.
I'm sorry I ruined your fantasy. I'll go synthetic fibers next time.
Are you sure? I'm a mess.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 Soleil
Oh my gosh. No. Cream is not sexy. You're not allowed to help. Our marriage isn't supposed to fall apart this quickly.
I was trying to get into character!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 Soleil
I might...
They're genuine cotton. I was trying to be authentic.
Trust me, love, this is going to be hot. ... At the very least, I won't have to wear these socks again.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 Soleil
I'd say you're about to get a more than adequate work-out in, Soleil.
... I don't think I'm going to be able to get these off. And they're itchy.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 Soleil
I would be.
These socks go on for days.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 Soleil
Are you still in bed?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/18/17 Wife
I'm sorry your boys lost...
I'm bringing home bagels to make you feel better!
I love you, gorgeous girl. 😘
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *winks*
I know you, babe.
*scrambles up*
Let's go, Soleil! Shake a leg!
I want to catch a puck with my teeth!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *whines, follows*
*wraps arms around from behind*
Later, okay? But I want you to enjoy our present, from start to finish.
*kisses neck*
Come on, gorgeous girl, or we'll miss our ride.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *gasps*
No, don't say that! The Bruins are...
Important. We have to go!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 We'll still be on time.
... Probably.
*can't stop squinting*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *intensely extreme squinting*
Oh. Didn't I say it?
*tugs on shirt again*
Let's get... Naked.
*high. definitely high*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *knits brow*
*takes joint, hits*
What can I say? The f*ckboy thing works for me, too.
*hands back*
So... Is that a no?
*extreme squinting*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *incredibly impressed*
*tugs on her shirt*
What a wonder drug, marijuana is. I'm suddenly not sore anymore.
*assured nod*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *falls back next to*
*hits, holds in*
*leans in, blows out into face*
You've mentioned it, once or twice.
*cackles, hands back*
I love you, too.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 Yes! In my carry-on.
*yes. the carry-on*
*so naive, so, so lucky*
*leaves, returns with beautifully crafted joint*
For you, my love.
*hands it, and lighter over*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 You have never disappointed on any front, wife of mine.
*Eskimo kisses*
*has a light-bulb moment*
Do you want to...
*clears throat*
Weed? Before the game? With me?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 Oooh, I see the distinction.
*hard, lingering kiss*
You always get what you want in the end, babe. Don't I get to have a little fun in between?
*smug grin*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 Interesting. So the whole 'apple' bit the other night? You liked that?
*enjoying this way too much*
Because there is nothing I'm better at than being a f*ckboy.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 Really nicely? I think you know what really nicely is.
*sly wink*
*grabs collar, steals another kiss*
I know you do. I give you a hard time about things, too. Most things, in fact. ... Pretty much everything. And I'm a f*ckboy.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *squints*
Not even if I ask... Really nicely?
I manage to get play-off tickets, and my wife won't even wear a hat for me. I see how it is.
*will never stop teasing*
I don't think it's extra. Do you? You're just beautiful, and I can't help it. I want to remember every smile and laugh. I'll stop!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 See, but now that I've had a taste, I'm not sure I'm a fan of my wife without the Yankees hat. You spoiled me, and now my expectations are exceedingly higher than before.
Honestly, though? I'll take you in any form. You know how I feel about you. ... Even in Boston gear.
Don't worry, I've got it all figured out. You complain when I take the pictures, but when our grandchildren ask about our life, we'll be able to point to any single day we spent together.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 You know you'll wear it again. It worked out pretty well for you the first time, after all.
*kisses chin*
I already have tons of pictures of us up in the brownstone. And the boudoir photo shoot printed on posters and covering every square inch of my home office. But you can have whatever you want!
*cheesy grin*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *waggles brows*
I believe it was a mutually beneficial exchange of services, thank you. And tomorrow, I'll throw in your little slugger fantasy. But... The Yankees thing definitely is happening again.
But I got you matching apparel! And I was going to let you take a picture of us together.
*taps her noggin*
For your spank bank.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 Really? Because you weren't complaining 36,000 feet in the air, if I recall correctly...
*innocent whistle*
Of course I have to wear it! Tonight is about you, and your present. And I'm ripping out the massage coupon as soon as we get back.
*pokes cheek*
I can make miracles happen, sometimes.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 Yeah? I'll hold you against something, too.
*can't stop, won't stop trolling*
I'm... Excited to see you excited. I have a Chára jersey, and a hat with a big ass 'gold' pom-pom on top. And I'm going to wear it all, just for you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 Oh, babe. You're about to find out exactly what I'll do for you, to you... Consider this an all inclusive vacation package, exclusive to you, my love.
*crawls on top of*
... But I'm sore from yoga. So you'll have to wait until tomorrow.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 Oh, babe. You're about to find out exactly what I'll do for you, to you... Consider this an all inclusive vacation package, exclusive to you, my love.
*crawls on top off*
... But I'm sore from yoga. So you'll have to wait until tomorrow.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 Oh? Is that so?
*smirks and snickers*
We do have some free time before the game.
I could certainly be convinced to bring my hands out of retirement. One time, return engagement, no encores.
... Maybe one encore.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *cackles*
I asked if it would make you feel special, I never said it was true!
Are you complaining, love of mine? Because I can pretend I have no idea what I'm doing, easily.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *stifles laugh*
But you work so hard all day, and all night. You deserve to sleep until human hours of operation. I don't mind rearranging a little. It's just yoga. You're my wife.
Is that so? I shall count myself lucky, then. Would it make you feel special if I told you you are the only woman to share a bed with me in any lifetime?
*definitely a lie*
*not gonna say sh*t*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *content hum*
I missed you, and I can never bring myself to wake you up so early, even when you offer to come. Now that I know you're not sleeping... I'll wait until later in the morning for any of that.
*boops her nose*
So we'll stay right here, then. There's no place I'd rather be than right here. Mostly because this mattress is divine.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *most satisfying stretch ever*
It was good. I went for a long walk, after. I got plenty of dirty looks in your Sox sweatshirt, but I wanted a piece of you with me.
Why don't I just make breakfast here? It's a bit of a bus ride from here to Boston, but I thought we could get an early dinner before the game. Any arguments?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 *flops into bed*
*looms over*
I was missing you too, gorgeous.
*sleepy grin, curls up next to*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 Soleil
I was hoping you'd wake up and see that, not be awake.
You really don't sleep well without me?
I'll be there soon.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 Soleil
I watched the sun rise over the skyline this morning.
I even did yoga in Central Park.
Still, there is no beauty to behold nor peace to be had that is more profound than you.
I love you. ❤️
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 "What am I going to do with you..." She trailed off, her tone nothing more than a heartfelt murmur in Soleil's ear as the two embrace, the simplicity of the action almost winding her. But, that is usually how loving Soleil left her. Gasping for air, constantly needing more, unable to sate what seemed to be a never-ending desire of her presence, warmth, and companionship. It it unlike anything she had ever before experienced.

And for once, her seemingly rhetorical question is answered. "I'm going to cherish you." The promise is spoken in the same gentle, hushed tone. And then, Rhiannon hoisted her in the air, a candid laugh bursting from her lips as she carried her away.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/17/17 "Whipped? By you? Absolutely." She nodded without a hint of hesitation. Everything Rhiannon did, was with Soleil in mind. Every meal, every detail, from the ornate to the seemingly insignificant. 'Whipped' was an understatement. Soleil could ask her to jump, and Rhiannon would simply ask how high.

"Come to bed with me." It is a gently presented command, her lips finding her wife's in a brief, intimate moment before she is crawling out of her lap, pulling the other woman up with her. "The only place you get to sleep tonight, and every other night is in my bed, in my arms."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 "Well, wait. Love is love, and a few old white men interpreting his will is not factual, or morally sound. There are more than 12 gospels, but they picked and chose what worked for them. So... Gay is okay. Anyone who says otherwise is not a true follower." She seems to have trailed from her earlier convictions, instead distracted by the details of a point made by her faultless, understanding bride.

And so, the angel relents. It's not as if she ever wants to sleep in their bed without Soleil. "No, no... You're right. I'll get over it. I'm over it." With her brow furrowed, Rhiannon leaned ever so slightly towards her wife. "How are you so good at talking me off of the proverbial ledge?"
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 "Don't... Don't laugh! It's absolutely morbid!" She exclaims, peeling Soleil's hands from her thighs. "On Easter, no less. It is certainly a sacrilege. You're just going to have to... Wait. A few weeks, perhaps. Until I get over the prospect."

She clears her throat awkwardly, almost refusing to make eye contact. "He said everyone gets 'busy' on holidays. Have I ruined Easter?"
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 "Good." She insists, still unable to wipe the toothy grin from her face. Her hands find Soleil's waist, resting around her in comfortable ease. "However much I love you, one of us has to sleep on the couch tonight. Winter has left me irrevocably disturbed. Apparently..." Her voice drops to a whisper, and the woman's hand is cupping her ear, her breathing tone filled with details pertaining to 'God', 'watching them', and, naturally, 'sex'.

And Rhiannon is mortified.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 Yes.

A grin split Rhiannon's face in the most jovial manner possible. She can hardly believe it had been so simple of an exchange. But, Rhiannon is serious about her future with Soleil. And to incorporating her more securely into her life is the only thing that mattered. There is a lingering sadness and insecurity that lingers in the depths of Soleil, so subtle even someone as observant as Rhiannon could miss it. But in the instances it shows, a pang of guilt hits the angel so fiercely it almost winds her. That is why her actions are so deliberately inclusive.

"It's always going to be you, Soleil. Okay? Whatever else happens, you will always have me. I mean that."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 A faint whine parts from her lips. Soleil knows Rhiannon is incapable of denying her wife anything. That is why keeping the Bruins tickets a secret for even a day had been like trying to keep the gates of Hell closed single-handed. But, she was getting better at withholding these things, even with her wife's irresistible demeanor.

"One hint. One. Okay?" She clears her throat, eternally on the verge of blurting it all out at once. And then, it occurs to Rhiannon that this may be the sort of thing you ask, rather than spring upon someone. "Do you want to sign the deed? On my brownstone? With me?" Smooth.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 "You and I, always." The angel echoed with complete sincerity. She fell silent, fingers tracing the lines of Soleil's expression, committing it all to memory. Even with a lapse in conversation, the communication hadn't ended. Unspoken communication is often Rhiannon's strong point, the handholds, sneaking hugs, and moments just like this -- a loving caress. It is no secret that the woman worships her wife for every facet of her being, physical and otherwise.

She ends the silence with a kiss, gentle, intimate, filled with a longing that promised an eternity of adoration. "I have a surprise for you in New York, but you will have to wait and see, with this one. I think you might like it, though."
Remi Rose 04/16/17 Soleil
When the time comes, you'll know.
I promise.
Remi Rose 04/16/17 Soleil
I know. I promise to visit soon.
Just been sort of.. preoccupied.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 "Do I like it? Babe, I love it. But you never need an excuse, you should know that. I'm spoiled just having you around."

After a surprised squeak, Rhiannon relaxed in Soleil's hold, always having relished in the way they seemed to fit like two pieces creating a whole. And she would never, never tire of hearing how loved she is by this woman. "Really? Then I'll have to keep this up. You deserve nothing short of a euphoric existence."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 "Not a lot? I'm sure it'll be..." She trailed off, delicately pulling free the ribbons and undoing the wrapping as if she intended to keep it. "Perfect." She ended with an amused grin, shuffling through each ticket eliciting a delighted gasp every time. "God, I love you."

She sets the box aside, her hands moving immediately to cup Soleil's face. "You are, hands down, the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. And I hope you know I will hold you to every single one of those coupons. I adore you." The angel kisses her wife's forehead, and then either cheek, ending with her lips. "You make me so, so happy."
Remi Rose 04/16/17 Soleil
She's the weirdo of your heart.
Well, I am a likeable person.
Remi Rose 04/16/17 Soleil
A girl can hope.
FYI, she didn't actually mind being watched.
She might be my weirdo soul mate.
Remi Rose 04/16/17 Soleil
Even if she just has sticky kitty hands.
I'm down.
Thanks! Just let her know that I have her number.
She only knows me from catching me peeking through the window.
Remi Rose 04/16/17 Soleil
Awesome vid!
Soooo cute!
Sorry.. Something suddenly came up.
You think she could find me a kitty?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 "You know, advertising firms. They can get tickets to almost anything if they beg enough..." Rhiannon grinned into the next kiss, unable to contain her excitement at having given the perfect gift. "I'd do anything for you." She replied affectionately before pressing her forehead to Soleil's.

"... You got me a present?" She whispers, eyes wide with wonder. She is touched, clearly. "You didn't have to get me anything, babe. It's not like it's Christmas. I just got ahead of myself. Okay? I didn't expect anything."
Remi Rose 04/16/17 Looks to her phone and reads over the text but once she got to the video she was told was there, nothing. Smacking her phone a few times before huffing with frustration.

The video didn't work!
I'd like to see both kittens, if possible.
Where do you keep getting them?
I want one.

Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 It is only a matter of seconds before Rhiannon is bombarded by her wife. The two other baskets slip out of her hands indiscriminately as her arms fly around Soleil, keeping the pair from toppling over. And the angel is happy. She would do anything to make this woman happy. Little did she know, game-day would also involve a very grumpy Rhiannon decked to the nines in Bruins gear. But, that was for later.

The brunette scoops her wife up, guiding her and the sacred tickets over to the sofa, where she plops down with ease. "If you're happy, then I am over the moon." She whispers against her lips before sealing the words with a gentle kiss. "Margot is a magician, what can I say? You'd really have to thank her."
Atom Noire 04/16/17 -Comes hopping by in a bunny suit with an orange tabby cat sidekick in his basket-
-hands the woman a basket full of Cadbury eggs, chocolates, plastic eggs full of goodies and a stuffed rabbit-
"Happy Easter!"
-Hops away to his next victim-
Elouise Orlav 04/16/17 Soleil
Happy Easter to you and the Mrs.!
I hope you're having a good holiday.
I love you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 After some rustling around in the hall closet, Rhiannon triumphantly totes back three baskets of varying colors, all teaming with fake grass and assorted chocolates. The largest basket, an obnoxious yellow hue, with a purpose that would soon be revealed. Among the chocolate was a bottle of champagne, two bus tickets, and a sealed envelope. She hands the largest over, as the angel cannot wait to see her wife's reaction.

What was inside? Two tickets, Eastern Conference Quarter-finals, Bruins versus Senators. "They're nosebleeds, babe. It was sort of last minute..." she is already apologizing, despite the fact that her wife hasn't even opened it yet.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 *toothy grin*
It's going to be the best day. This is my favorite holiday, you know. And I get to spend it with my favorite person.
Oh! Your basket! Just... Stay right here. Don't move.
*so excited*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 *pads in*
*so. much. pastel*
Remember what I said about not laughing.
*pulls into embrace*
Happy Easter, love of mine. I'm sorry the bed was cold. I'll make it up to you after Winter leaves.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 Wife
I'm on my way up the stairs.
Do NOT laugh at my Easter dress.
Sleep okay without me? 🐰
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/16/17 LOML
Your Easter basket is ready!
Sorry, church ran over. I couldn't wake you up, you looked so peaceful. 💛
Winter Summers 04/16/17 Soleil
I f#cking love you!!!
Also Happiest of Easters!
Caitlyn Darrow 04/16/17
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *hands too full to take action*
*grumps, kisses cheek instead*
Not true about second best. You're my first choice, any day. I wouldn't wear a Bruins t-shirt for Riley. Definitely wouldn't wear nothing but baseball socks for her, either.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *crawls out of blanket cocoon*
*scoops up kittens*
... Seven, actually. Shows how much you pay attention.
*sticks out tongue*
Sense8? I think I started it. The DJ one is pretty cute. I'd wife that up in a heartbeat.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *small smile*
It could be. But I'm down to snuggle up next to you and fall asleep in this Bruin's tee.
Not four times... Okay, fine. What would you suggest, then?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 That sounds like a good plan. C'mere.
*holds face, kisses gently*
Are you... Asking me to 'Netflix and chill'?
*shifty eyes*
Can we re-watch Wynonna Earp?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *heavier pout*
You're not saying anything to deter me from my point, woman. But, it's your body. Even if I get to do it.
Yes, you absolutely can. It was hilarious and adorable. But, I'll only have one if you do. Otherwise, we'll just buy one off of the website I found.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *groans*
Do you have any idea how precious you'd look? All round and angry and murderous?
*can't help but cackle*
... Uh.
Why not? You can 'put a babe in me, babe'.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *pouts*
But think about the little bub, chilling in here for 9 months, crushing your lungs and sitting on your bladder!
*shimmies down, raspberries her stomach*
Hey, I can handle anything. Even you, gorgeous and pregnant and psychotic. I could always carry it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *winks*
Literally, huh?
*so, so amused with her pun*
I still think 'Wilson' could benefit from, like...
*pats Soleil's tum-tum*
Right here. Even though I know you're going to say no. Save it, grumpy.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *snickers*
That poor kid is going to be subjected to way too many three-way jokes at our expense.
*chaste kiss*
It's not his fault his mom is f*cking hot. You're lucky I let you out of my sight, looking the way you do.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *gasps*
I will love our failures unconditionally, Soleil!
*pokes sides*
... I'm gonna be the cool one too. Rude.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *scrunches face*
I'll tease you all I want. It's my job.
They'll cure cancer with the sound of their music, as well as hunger and war.
And if they don't, they're your kids, and I'll start from scratch.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 Is that so?
*definite bedroom eyes*
*slow, lingering kiss*
*clears throat*
It's not being a 'tiger mom', thank you. My hyper vigilance will pay off when our children cure cancer and end world hunger and war.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 Margot is very picky. She's never really dated anybody. So, I trust her judgement. You make me weak at the knees when you look at me, babe.
*kisses chin*
That, and I'll need like... A solid three years to baby proof our apartment, and get us on all of the good waiting lists for pre-schools.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 Don't be dramatic. I only send a few pictures of you in the shower. And a boudoir shot.
*wicked grin*
Kidding. They were good pictures, though! A few selfies of us. She concurs, you are the most gorgeous thing on Earth.
Well, that was smooth. Too bad our fur children are watching, or I might've let you do your favorite thing.
*evil. so, so evil*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 I've been sending Margot tons of pictures of you and the kittens and Fish. She's thrilled to meet you. My sister is my best friend, y'know? Besides you, obviously.
*smothers with kisses*
So, how comfortable is this New York bed of yours? Is it memory foam? ... Does it have fuzzy blankets like ours?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 ... Are you going to wear the Yankees hat while we're on the flight? Because then you'll definitely get lucky.
*narrows eyes*
I don't care about their toes, and neither should you. 'Kay?
I love you, too. So I'll definitely pack the socks. And the hat... You're so lucky I love you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *squints*
I didn't say you were desperate. But if you don't want to, that's fine. I'll just leave the baseball socks at home.
*tilts head*
Yeah, she knows. You're not some dirty little secret, Soleil. You're my wife. I'm proud of you, and my sister knows. Okay?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 Mile high club...?
*confused stare*
*realization hits*
Oh my god. Seriously? I mean... I guess. If I get my passport confiscated by an air marshal, it's your ass.
My sister isn't a homophobe, if that's what you're getting at.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *snuggles tighter*
Me too. Just don't expect me to entertain you on the plane ride. I'm taking two xanax, and you can wake me up when it's over.
*peers up at*
Yeah. Who wouldn't love you? That smile of yours is infectious.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *sets aside wine and disgruntled kittens*
*crawls under her blanket*
I know exactly what you mean.
*rests head against her chest*
We're going to have the best time in New York. My friends will love you. Margot will love you. If you want to meet her, that is.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *already snuggled with kittens*
*peeks out from under blanket*
God, I love you.
*makes gimme hands*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *slides into kitchen*
*sets down kittens*
*grabs waist, dips into kiss*
I'm sensing a much longer conversation here, Soleil. You don't have to explain yourself, okay?
*somehow still dipping*
*one more lingering kiss*
Okay, needy. I'll be on the roof!
*grabs kittens and bolts*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 You can tell me all about your hoodlum days, and I'll show you the picture of the day Margot cut all of my hair off.
*hops up*
I'll meet you up there!
*already chasing Topanga*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *lifts brow*
Whenever you want to tell me, if you do. Okay?
*so smothered*
We can bring up the lovesac, and the fuzzy blanket. Oh! And Fish and the kittens.
*peppers with kisses*
And a bottle of wine? Cheese and crackers? We'll go out in style.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *cups chin*
How about sunset snuggles on the rooftop? I'm feeling kind of lazy, and more than a little needy. So. Snuggles?
Yeah? Were you trouble?
*back scratchies*
None of that matters. You're safe with me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *beams*
Yeah? How about right now?
What do you mean, 'bad company'? Like... Drug addicts? Alcoholics? Murderers?!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 ... What? Why are you going to be tired? Are you going to do yoga in Central Park with me?
I would love to meet your friends. I... Am not so sure what happened to mine.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *pokes sides*
Pack? Why? You're not going to be needing clothes too often. That I can promise.
*covers mouth*
... I have no idea where that came from. I'm sorry I'm a f*ckboy.
*small grin*
We're going dancing every night. You're going to be so tired of me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *furrows brow*
I'd be a Sox fan for you, babe.
*tries not to gag*
Even a... Bruins fan. Oh my god.
*stares at*
This is true love, isn't it?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 What? No! You're mine, woman. And so is Justin. Pick someone else... Actually, don't.
*rolls on top off*
*grins against her lips*
Because I'm hilarious, and you're too easily bothered. How about, you get the first kid, and I get the second? ... Or, if it's only one, I'll resign sports as your domain.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 In that case, I'd do dirty, nasty, filthy things to him. Things I won't even do with you.
*definitely Trudeau-sexual*
*pats her thighs*
Is it? In that case...
*mockingly husky tone*
Penalty shot. Touchdown... Homerun. Goal post.
*uncontrollable laughter*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *smug grin*
On my birthday, we're definitely going to Rangers games. They'll be secret converts. I'm the mom who will cook the meals, so they'll like who I tell them to like.
Montreal is literal garbage. Boston sucks, but we can both agree nothing good ever comes out of Canada. Unless you did... And then there is one thing. Oh! And Justin Trudeau. The things I'd do to that man...
*clears throat*
I mean, obviously, figuratively...
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *actually gags*
Don't ever say that! I would never subject a child to that!
*so, so offended*
They're definitely going to be Yankees kids. You can have hockey, but I get baseball.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 You are such a f*ckboy.
*wraps arms around*
This is going to be a serious issue if we have children, you know. No child of mine will wear Boston gear.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *kisses scowl*
Relax, grumpy gills. I want a happy wife this vacation. So... I'll wear your Sox sweatshirt. In public.
*starts to gag*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *so devious, openly muses*
A Yankees hat, and a t-shirt, maybe some socks...
*boops nose*
You wear my outfit of choice, I wear yours.
*waggles brows*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 I don't know...
*can't resist*
Yes, okay. Tomorrow.
*lingering kiss*
... But you have to wear the Yankees hat.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 *pulls back*
*mockingly disgusted*
No, Soleil. Never. If Boston is somuch better, why did you move to my turf?
*wide eyes*
If we go to the city, I can show you my childhood home. You'll get an all access pass to all things baby all the way to awkward young adulthood!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 No, gold is pretty. Yellow isn't. Therefore, it's definitely yellow.
*clears throat*
No, probably not... There's no forgiving being a Boston fan.
*tackles unexpectedly*
Obviously, Soleil. They're just sports teams. If our only arguments are on game-days, I can handle it. Do not doubt the manner in which I love you, or whether or not it will one day become conditional. Okay? Relax.
*kisses slowly*
I am yours. Forever.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 Because I figured if I gave you a Lundqvist jersey, you'd divorce me...
*wicked grin*
I will never, never be seen in that hideous Bruins yellow, though. Sox, maybe... It depends on how much I love you on that day.
*flicks nose*
I could not have picked a worse wife. If I had known you were a Boston fan...
*sticks tongue out at*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 See, we could both take the gear off, but...
*points between the two*
This hardly seems like a fair exchange.
*knocks off hat*
So I guess I should return the McDonagh jersey I got you for easter, huh?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/15/17 Yeah? You know what I love?
*sets Yankees hat on her head*
*holds face*
I'd walk around in your...
'Titletown' gear. That's serious love, babe.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *sits up*
Stay here.
*gets up, disappears*
*calls back*
If you take pictures, or tell anyone I did this, I will never forgive you.
*emerges in the notorious Bruins t-shirt*
... I feel dirty.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *rolls eyes*
You win, okay? You always win.
*kisses palm*
Now you're never getting your sweatshirt back.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *sits up, grabs and drags*
*looms over*
No control? Would you like to rethink that, love of mine?
*kisses nose*
You control me, babe. But you already know that, don't you?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *tries not to smirk*
*such a little sh*t*
And somehow, your harmless wife played you right into bed. How does that feel?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *gasps*
*plops on floor*
... You b*tch.
*swats at*
If you don't love me anymore, that's fine...
*dramatic, sad little sigh*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *groans*
Yeah? Well... You're sleeping alone tonight.
*channeling inner-grump*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *squints*
Oh my gosh. You know I will. Because I'm weak. And you...
*kisses cheek*
You deserve everything.
*disgruntled huff*
I am not harmless. And, no it's our bed. I only want to share it with you, even when you're puking on me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 I was going to say 'because I'm the sort of wife that fulfills baseball-related fantasies', but now I'm not going to.
*wriggles free*
You really should be. I am the keeper of the bed, and I say who gets to sleep in it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 I can make all of the puns I want. Because-
Stop teasing me, damn it.
Fine. No more puns. Now let me hold you, or I'm going to get more grumpy than you do.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *mouth agape*
What? Wait. Babe.
*reaches for*
*disgruntled whine*
Come back. You know I'm teasing.
*taps lips*
Kiss please.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *smirks*
I think I can accommodate... Will you be wearing the whistle?
We'll see whether or not you get a home-run, though.
*proceeds to laugh uncontrollably*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 I only do it to drive you crazy, babe.
What? You did the boudoir shots... I'd consider almost anything as repayment.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 Seriously? God, you're hot.
*pulls into kiss*
You could talk me into a Sox hat. And out of everything else.
*sly wink*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *tackled*
Okay, okay! I take it back!
*rests hands on waist*
... Only the Yankees hat?
*bats lashes at*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 Yes, the laundry basket. The one place I assumed you wouldn't look, because you aren't the domestic one in this relationship.
Yes, that is precisely why. Oh my god.
Never say that again. Boston sucks.
*huge grin*
Really? ... No, that is totally self-serving for you. You just want to tell them I'm your wife, damn it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 What? You found it? ... I was trying to steal it.
*kisses forehead*
Well it's a good thing you're okay with it, because I'm adopting your wardrobe. ... Some of it. Only when you're not here.
I'm pretty sure it is pathetic. I'm way too needy.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 What? Text me whenever you want to. All day. Multiple times in a row, even.
Yes, really. ... Yeah? If that's the case, I walk around in your shirts every day. And your sweatshirt. It's kind of pathetic.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 This is precisely why I had to buy not one, but two cats. If I didn't have them, I'd be bothering you all day.
And I'll admit, I've walked around in your Bruins t-shirt once or twice. It smells like you. It makes me happy.
... Don't laugh at me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *groans*
Why are you so cute? It's a problem. You make it impossible for me to want to do anything but be with you. I've never been so useless at work in my entire life.
*toothy grin*
All I ever want to do is lay in your arms and talk to you. And look at you, and kiss your face... So, a vacation with just you? It sounds like a dream.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *smirks*
No, you weren't. I want to run away with my wife for a few days. And I love how excited you get about everything. Stop apologizing.
*grabs face*
*big ole kiss*
I'm crazy about you, Soleil. You know that, right? We're going to travel the world together, you and I.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 *blinks rapidly*
Woah, babe. Yes. Of course.
*holds waist*
I would love that. I'll love anything, as long as it's with you.
Show me off? You really don't know how f*cking gorgeous you are.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 Fortunately enough for you, I can handle almost anything. And you deserve to be taken care of. Plus... You're cute. So I don't mind as much.
*flicks nose*
I'm glad you had fun, though. I like Winter, a lot. And he clearly cares about you, which works for me.
Just wait. I'm going to get really messy one day, and you'll understand.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 There was mystery puke in my office, so I'm going to assume it was his. And, don't worry. I washed the comforter. But I don't think I'll ever be able to wash your dinner off of me. God, Soleil.
I love you. Of course I'm going to take care of you. Even if it's gross and makes me question our entire relationship.
*cups chin*
That was a joke, by the way. Even when you puke on me, I'll still love you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 I don't know. It was... Sweet? You fell asleep talking to my stomach. And then you puked around five. All in all, not the most shining moment in our relationship, but I admire you regardless.
*kisses forehead*
This wasn't a booty call, thank you very much. I missed you, was all. Is that so hard to believe?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 I know. But I had a serious wife craving. And now you're here!
*puts down tea*
*wraps arms around*
Well, you weren't, and then you jumped on me around four in the morning and told me you wanted to 'put a babe in you, babe'.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 -checks watch-
Like... Two hours?
Why, yes I did. Right after yoga, and cleaning up after you and Winter being total assh*les in our apartment.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 -sitting on couch-
-drinking tea-
-breezes right by-
Mm, not quite. But I'm sure there's still plenty of hot water!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 Soleil
Don't take too long.
Love you. :)
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 Soleil
Is yoga code for something?
And, yes. We have time to shower.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 Soleil
If you needed to sweat something out, all you had to do was ask. ;)
Yoga. I'm talking about yoga.

Ha, ha. Are you saying we're not at that step?
But, in all seriousness, if you're not comfortable going, I can go alone. I'm not going to force you into faith.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 Soleil
Are you functioning yet?
Get your sh*t together. We're going to church!
Winter Summers 04/14/17 "Ha! I will win! You will see! I mean look at you! You are a tiny person! You can't possibly hold that much alcohol!"
Also sets his bottles on the counter.
"Also if I am not dead due to a hangover we can go shopping tomorrow! Er I suppose that's if WE are not dead due to a hangover!"
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 "When a gorgeous girl with a dimpled smile and a vintage ring asks you to run away with her, you don't say no." The brunette leans into Soleil more, her grip constricting briefly in an affectionate squeeze. "I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you... You'd reverse that statement." Rhiannon lifts her head, angling her head back so that she can kiss Soleil's jaw.

"God blessed me with you, that is a certainty. I never knew love could nourish a soul the way that yours does mine."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 'I'll be fine, babe,'. Rhiannon's eyes momentarily go wide, as if caught red-handed. It was not concern for Soleil's intake concern as it was simply an overarching care for her in any scenario. "No, I know..." She trails off, a faint blush in her cheeks as her gaze drops from her wife's. "I'm just looking out for number one, here."

The angel leans in, face craning to tuck itself into the crook of her neck, placing a kiss against the exposed flesh before she nuzzles comfortably into place. "You deserve good. Better than good, really." Her mind seems to wander from there-on. "I watch the way you interact with your peers and friends, and find myself constantly admiring you. You are reliable, faultlessly loyal... A truly beautiful soul."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/14/17 "Let him down easy, babe. He doesn't know just how stubborn you are yet. But, please, don't give yourself alcohol poisoning in the process of showboating. While I am amenable to being your caretaker when you are sick, vomit may be where I cross the life. Plus, I keep this apartment immaculate. Don't ruin my rugs." The angel cracks a wry smile, having released Soleil before only to draw her back in for one last chaste kiss -- and then several more.

"In any case, I already promised Winter I would clean up after him in the event of an accident, and that the pull out couch is his." Her hands are back around her wife, fingers interlocking at the crook of her back. "I am so looking forward to your hangover in the morning. Not so much you smelling like a brewery, though..."
Winter Summers 04/13/17 Was not prepared for the fast pace, slightly falls behind. Luckily he has long legs and does in fact catch back up to her.
"Yes honey I am home! Is that weird to say!? I feel like we are all the bestest of friends and such! Not trying to be weird! Just tell me to dial it back! I will!"
Looks down at his bottles of booze.
"I brought all the booze! It's cheap though!"
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 "I know you do." She replies, her tone layered in enthusiasm. And the statement was transparently honest. Rhiannon was always aware just how well she was loved, in passing glances and smiles, the occasional brush of a hand as they milled about the apartment doing this own thing. There was contentment even in silence with these two, a love that did not need to be spoken to be known - but Soleil was always so keen to express the sentiment.

The angel couldn't deny that her heart skipped a bit every time. "Now, go have fun with Winter. I'll make some margaritas, if you want." Ever the homemaker, this one.
Winter Summers 04/13/17 Takes and armful himself
"Right you are! Lead the way my pretty! Did that come out weird? I was just trying to call you pretty but I feel like the wicked witch of the west!"
Follows behind her.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 Rhiannon gauges her wife's reaction with an enamored smile that only seems to spread as she coos over the images. It takes only a second for the angel to throw her phone aside, simultaneously slapping Soleil's out of her hands. Her arms are around the other woman's waist, lifting her into a sudden embrace and kiss that startled even the angel.

"God, I love you..." She murmurs against her lips, caramel eyes peaking open to steal a glance. "When you're ready, I'm ready. I mean it. If I could bottle that expression and save it for the rest of my lives, I would."
Winter Summers 04/13/17 Picks her up and spins her around, hugging her tightly but not to tight.
"Not as much as I adore you my dear!"
Opens the door to the backseat, a half gallon falls out and hits the ground.
"And that kids is why we buy the cheap vodka that comes in plastic bottles!"
Starts loading her arms up with booze.
"We will have to make three trips! Where is the waifu she can help carry stuff too!"
Winter Summers 04/13/17 Soleil
Help me with the booze!

P.S. I have no intentions of losing but you think those mini cheesecakes are gonna taste as good coming up!?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 Rhiannon lets out a half-frustrated sigh. There is nothing the angel detests more than Soleil not being straightforward with her. She is aware, of course, that she unintentionally swayed her wife from feeling open in expressing her desire for children, yet, the idea that the other woman would not speak her mind despite this is a thorn in her side. Her wife should feel comfortable to speak openly, knowing she will be loved regardless of whatever it is her heart desires. So, the angel pulls out her phone, still standing directly in front of Soleil. After tapping away for a few moments, she sends the text.

I don't believe you.
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Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 Well, when you put it like that, I guess I don't have to try...
*still totally unconvinced*
We can have the Darrow children back any time you want to test that theory. I think someone's maternal instinct has awoken from its coma.
*big grin*
Winter Summers 04/13/17 Soleil
I am NOT going to loose!
Also maybe I can just text you when I get to your place?
I don't think I can carry all the booze myself!
Winter Summers 04/13/17 Soleil
Gurl it's never too early to have a conversation!
Gotta have it at some point sooner is better than later!
If you ask me!
As I said though I adore children and I can't have any so!
If you get some I call babysitting rights and I'm gonna spoil them.
It's in my friendship clause!
I will see you at 9!
Gonna go hard on some mini cheesecakes!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 *cups cheek*
Stop with all of the self doubt. If you want a baby, I'll give you a baby.
Well, I'll try. It won't work, but I'll definitely try.
Okay? I'm serious. Any kid would be lucky to have you as a mom.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 Hey, now. Stop that.
*blinks at*
I was excited, too. Are you kidding? And you weren't good, you were great.
*pulls close*
Yes, kids. Paris, and then we'll revisit, okay? I didn't mean to discourage you, babe. I'm sorry.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 I know. I'm only making sure you understand.
*vague smile*
I know it's a romantic thing, to realize for the first time you want a future with someone, Soleil. This is the only time I've made it of my own accord, but children are a lot of work.
*chaste kiss*
Children are also a beautiful, one of a kind experience. Your heart will feel swollen, sore, and prepared to burst at a moment's notice. It is fun, so much so, and I don't want it to seem like I'm talking you out of the idea. I'm just being honest.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 *squints*
You understand children are akin to parasites, yes? That all they do is cry, and sh*t, and keep you from doing what you want at a moment's notice?
*squeezes her hands*
It won't be Paris, it will be Chuck-E-Cheese. Is that something you look forward to?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 *scowls*
Callum isn't a bad name... You're just grumpy.
*reaches for*
Wilson is a good choice. I always wanted a 'Stella Blue'. But Cal doesn't like the Grateful Dead.
Winter Summers 04/13/17 Soleil
Oh sweets kids are easy! Read a book on parenting!
I can't explain it, and I could tell you how my parents raised us but they are the worst parents on the planet!
Things happen! People get busy!
I am sure she understands! If she is as nice as you say then she will!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 *wraps arms around*
Good thing you'll never have to find out. I'm not going anywhere. Unless you don't let me name the kid Trystram. That's a deal-breaker.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 So let's move where it is legal, and use our children as free labor.
*pokes side*
I am not raising babies with a drug dealer, woman. You may make me weak at the knees, but they don't allow conjugal visits in federal prison, so... No.
Winter Summers 04/13/17 Soleil
Oh I see!
Don't be shy! Get in there and turn over your apartment with them!
Trust me it will be fun!
And I have no idea who this Remi is but the more the merrier!
Winter Summers 04/13/17 Soleil
You have kids!?
I love kids!
In a totally normal way! Like I always wanted some but can't have any!
Of course! I'll make sure to bring the liquor!
We are gonna need a lot yes?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 Go ahead. At least we won't have to worry about Social Sercices checking in on us if it's an illegal online baby.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 *knits brow*
Well, not with that attitude, you can't.
Remi Rose 04/13/17 Soleil

Her shortness was her version of expressing herself without speaking from emotion. Though, Soleil was getting to her. She was relaxing a bit and her feelings seemed to ease as she got them out. Plus, it helped to see that her 'friend' shown that she cared. That's all she really wanted. Some effort. Hadn't asked for Soleil's full attention. Just wanted a piece.

The possibility of showing her face that evening was increasing.

Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 It's only illegal if you let it be.
*kisses nose*
Don't worry, there's no harm in looking!
Ella Donovan 04/13/17 ~*~Ella glances up in time to see Soleil slipping by. They had met before, and though the most recent tabloids confused her, it seemed Soleil might be in her scandalous range. ~*~

''Hi Soleil. Did you get ..married?''
Remi Rose 04/13/17 Wasn't at all relieved on the explanation of married life. If that were the truth, where did this Winter come from? How come they already made dinner plans? If it were so hard to keep up with people one cares about.. how was it so easy to do it with others? Her mind was racing but at this point, it will only be her downfall. Wanted Soleil as her friend. Missed her. Tried to reach out but always felt cut short. Between the vacations and marriages, Remi was left at the compound by herself. Alone. Though she wants to accept the invitation, she felt it would of never came if this 'new girl' never showed. Was hurt.

Just felt that it would be accepting the treatment if she accepted the invite. Didn't want anyone to feel obligated to her. Wanted love and friendship just like anyone else did. Effortless friendship. If it seemed like work to keep in contact with Remi and not others, than she'd rather be left alone.

I appreciate the offer.
We'll see.

Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 Babe. Are you going baby crazy?
*huge grin*
I'll buy a baby online.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 But it would be fun! And you'd be so cute. And I could rub your stomach like a genie lamp and get wishes granted.
Okay, okay, fine. Just adoption.
I was thinking Rhyland. Or Trystram.
*not even sarcastic*
Remi Rose 04/13/17 Soleil
Only after they gossiped about you and wifey.
Before you ate it up like breakfast.
She was in the same issue as I was.
Well, obviously the ripple faded but who's to know what will happen now.
Plus, El is married to half of the Realm. This woman is on Jameson.
Whole other ball of wax.
And.. thanks for the invite. I'll think about it.

Just felt like an after note. Only reason she even knows what Rhiannon looks like is because she followed Soleil one night and peeked in through the windows at the woman. Who the f-ck is Winter, anyhow? Someone else that replaced her? Ugh.. the jealousy was over-whelming her thought process and making it hard to rise above it.

Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 I won't be embarrassing! I can't help that I care too much!
*blank stare*
I almost forgot we don't have kids, to be quite honest.
You're so adorable, you know. Are you sure you don't have to have a baby yourself...? They'd be so cute.
Remi Rose 04/13/17 Blinks as her phone dings. Hadn't heard it go off in what seemed like ages. Remi would glance down, tap the screen a few times to reveal the text message.

"Oooo.. NOW she wants to talk to me."

Half thought about just ignoring the message all together. Rightfully so. GO ASK SOMEONE ELSE!!! But doesn't. Saves her anger and hostility for the redhead trying to take her spot in the fabulous department.

Absentee Friend
You need to get back on them tabloids.
She's the one that was seen with Jameson.
The one that caused a small ripple in El's relationship.

Jameson Orlav 04/13/17 Soledad

Who've you gone off and married?! Oi. Just don't let her get pregnant. Trust me on this.
Winter Summers 04/13/17 Soleil
Only the good stuff! I don't pay for dirt weed!
Hallucinogens always fun stuff! Fair warning every time I do any of them I see a troll who I think is trying to steal my bones. I will run, I may scream like a little girl.
She really is! She deserves a gold star!
And I will be in Moscow today! I left my silky briefs and I NEED those!
I should be stay for two to three days!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 ... Yes I am! I have to make sure they don't screw our kids over, damn it.
I'm not driving a mini-van, and neither are you. People who don't have sex drive vans.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 No, definitely not softball. I was thinking... Basketball.
*still laughing*
I'll be too busy planning bake sales and crying into my day-planner. Does parenthood with me still sound like a good idea?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 You've only yourself to blame. You draw out the f*ckboy in me.
The best team. Oh my gosh. If we have kids, you have to coach a team. I can already see you in the hat and whistle. Hot.
*uncontrollable cackling*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 Drugged is a strong word for it.
*so, so evil*
I love you, too. So much.
*kisses forehead*
And for the record, you'd make a great mom. What's that term? MILF? Sounds about right.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 Oh, they're not going to wake up. I crushed melatonin into their milk.
*dismissive hand wave*
Are you going to keep asking questions I've had the answers to for centuries? Or can we move on with the evenings schedule of events?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 *stares at slumbering children*
... Yeah. Let's just leave them. They're fine.
For a bath? No. A shower, however...
*coy shrug*
That's all up to you, babe.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 *stands, stretches*
If that's what you want... Oh well. The whole 'hot mom' thing was working for me.
*grins at*
Think you can handle putting these two to bed? I'll go run you a cold bath. You'll need it.
*such a little sh*t*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 *eye twitch*
I really don't care if these kids wind up in therapy. Not our problem.
*total bedroom eyes*
Snuggle? Sure. If you think you can survive.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 *broods*
We probably should, and we could, if there weren't someone else's children abandoned in my living room.
*paws at*
Much less of an issue when it's your kids you'll be scarring for you, y'know?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 *winks at*
I think it's time to put the boys to bed.
*channels inner-f*ckboy*
Because then I'm going to put you to bed. Wait.
*furrows brow*
That's such an ethical dilemma. Sh*t. Why are we babysitting, again?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 I suppose I could come around to the idea of sharing you.
In a few decades...
*steals a kiss*
You'll be the saner mind, you know. I've never been a 'hands-off' mother before.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 *totally distracted by adorable wife*
Don't apologize. I'm irrationally demanding of your attention as well. We work.
*big, soft smile*
Adopt? Plenty of kids who need good homes.
*leans over*
Say what you want to say, Soleil. I'm not exactly disagreeing, here.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/13/17 Babe. Hold on.
*takes Rigsby*
*sets him down on his back*
Yes, you totally do. And when I was trying to cook and talk to Winter? You were jealous of baked ziti and a gay man.
*blinks slowly*
Yeah? Well... Me too. I mean, with you. Nose game on whose having it, though.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 I am in no rush, trust me.
*boops right back*
You get jealous when I play with the kittens, babe. Be honest with yourself, you'll never want to share.
*toothy grin*
I like uninterrupted sleep, and my wife not sleeping on the couch with the kids.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 What? Babe, no, don't be ridiculous. I don't need sunrise yoga. I need to survive, and I need you to survive. We're in this together, right?
*leans in for another kiss*
That was like, seriously hot, though. I'm calling the adoption agency tomorrow. We need like eight babies, stat.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 Yeah, but not like... This one!
*deep, calming breaths*
I think I saw a travel bassinet in one of the go bags. So we'll put Rigsby in my office, and we'll sell Noah to the gypsies.
*not at all sarcastic*
Okay, sorry. The couch pulls out, right? There. Boom. Parented.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *stares blankly at*
Wait. Are they staying over night?
... Where do we put them?!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *still taking pictures*
*crawls after*
He's fine! I hid all of the lighters and knives in a safe place. And the weed. I hid the weed.
*reaches for baby*
I just want to blow raspberries on his stomach forever.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *runs back in*
*sits criss-cross next to*
You just kinda... Stare at him. Babies don't do much. Don't worry, I'll handle diapers. Wait, wait. Hold on.
*pulls out phone, snaps several pictures*
You're so cute, babe. Oh my gosh.
Elouise Orlav 04/12/17 Soleil
No! He'll burn them! And my man has gotta look hot!
He ate all of my secret bacon, too. YOU. YOU DID THIS.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 Relax. I'll find him. Here, hold the baby.
*hands off Noah*
Support the - ... Head. Yeah. There you go.
*wide grin*
You're a natural. Okay! Noah?!
*sleuths around apartment*
Found him! He found the Play-Doh. Crisis averted.
Elouise Orlav 04/12/17 Soleil
Omfg. He loves peanut butter so much. AWW.'re welcome for what??? RUINING MY GOOD TIME?
Do you know what I'm doing, right now? I'M IRONING SUITS. F*CK YOU.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/12/17 Seriously? Because I can just leave them at a fire station for a few hours if it's too much. Call, text, or signal fire if anything goes wrong.
-quick hug-
Okay! I'm going, I'm going. Tell your wife I owe her a million thank-you's and apologies. You're both fantastic!
-leaves before it's too late!-
Elouise Orlav 04/12/17 Soleil
I can't BELIEVE you used our dog against me!
I was on vacation, enjoying myself!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *holds baby away from body*
Oh my gosh. Soleil. Soleil.
Look how chubby his ankles are! And his neck fat! Babe! Look at the neck fat!
Lloyd R Darrow 04/12/17 Yes. Tomorrow! Remember? I definitely mentioned that.
-definitely didn't-
Don't worry, I've preoccupied my family already, you'll only be dealing with the boys. There's a few grand in the front pocket of Noah's backpack for incidentals, as well as their insurance cards. You are literally a lifesaver. My marriage thanks you.
-edges away-
Elouise Orlav 04/12/17 Soleil
Okay! I'm on my way there, then.

YOU. *****.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/12/17 -drags in children-
Okay! The little one is Rigsby, don't ask on the name.. And Noah is the older one. Keep him away from knives and fire. Toys, changes of clothes, snacks, and everything you could possibly need are in the bag. I'll see you all tomorrow!
-books tf out of there-
Elouise Orlav 04/12/17 Soleil
Wtf. Yoga??
He probably won't open his mouth because he'll puke.
I'm here, by the way. Open up.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *throat screeches*
I'll go set the table.
*runs away*
Lloyd R Darrow 04/12/17 -knocks on door-
-juggling children and several bags-
We're here! I hope you've hidden all of your precious belongings!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 You'd better hope so. Because I need my sleep.
*narrows eyes*
I get up before the sun. You understand that, yes? If these kids prevent me from making sunrise yoga, you will have a very grumpy wife on your hands.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 Yeah, but what if they set stuff on fire? Or cut my hair off? This apartment isn't baby-proofed!
*presses face against neck*
Okay. You're right. We'll be fine.
*grins at*
They're not staying overnight, are they? ... Did you ask that?
Elouise Orlav 04/12/17 Soleil
She looks like she poisoned my dog.
... Good for you. She's pretty hot, for a cow.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 It's a good thing, in the end.
*leans against*
Only if you want to. I don't have expectations either way. I'm Switzerland when it comes to potential babies.
*deep breaths*
Okay, okay. We'll make it work. And, we can hide the cheesecakes. I think there are ice pops in the freezer.
Elouise Orlav 04/12/17 Soleil
If that heifer poisoned my dog...
OKAY. OKAY. I don't even know what she looks like, I'll admit. But she sounds like she's a fat person.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *strokes back hair*
It's easier when you get to give them back at the end of the night.
*kisses nose*
I always wanted kids. Callum always found an excuse not to.
His... Whole family? How many people is that? Soleil. Why didn't you tell me this earlier?! I made individual cheesecakes for the four of us. I do not have extras! This is a disaster!
Elouise Orlav 04/12/17 Soleil
He's okay, and you'll be okay.
Accidents happen. Did you leave chocolate out somewhere he could get it?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 Are you kidding? I'm not sharing those with anyone. Not even Winter.
Yeah! There's baked ziti in the oven, I got Play-Doh, and Legos, and we're gonna watch Pirates of the Caribbean!
*clears throat*
Well, they're going to fall asleep watching it. And then we get to go make out.
Elouise Orlav 04/12/17 Soleil
Don't worry about it, babe.
I'll be home before you know it.
Elouise Orlav 04/12/17 Soleil
Just don't move him.
Yknow, I was enjoying my vacation.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *snickers*
*tilts her chin*
You're gorgeous, you know. I'm hanging those pictures all over the apartment.
*steals a kiss*
Well, maybe just one in my office. 'Kay?
Elouise Orlav 04/12/17 Soleil
I'm heading to the airport now!
Elouise Orlav 04/12/17 Soleil
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *plops next to*
Seriously? You couldn't just come into the kitchen?
*kisses cheek*
You're so needy. I love it.
Winter Summers 04/12/17 Soleil
I will prepare!
I will be super prepared!
I have all kinds of drugs any requests?
I don't have cocaine and I need to talk to Summer to get more mushrooms.
Winter Summers 04/12/17 Soleil
I love you too!
We are! It's gonna be great!
However I may have to look away too much blood makes me queasy!
But I will still shout encouraging words!
Also supply drugs for the event! I'll make sure to save you some!
Winter Summers 04/12/17 Soleil
You'd win, am not a fighter!
I probably wouldn't even attempt to punch you right!
Awe!!! I like you way more!!
I do know that!
We will beat up anyone who looks at her with dem bedroom eyes!
And when I say that I mean you are beating people up I'm gonna give you moral support!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 You know what what Nicole does or does not-
*cuts off*
... Seriously? Because you don't have to. You know you don't have to, right?
*already dragging away*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *grabs by the shirt*
I think I was just about to.
*leans in*
But, this game seems rigged. You and Siri get my nudes, and I can't even get documented proof you put on lingerie for me.
*boops nose*
Officer Haught would never treat Waverly in such a manner.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *protests*
I am not a ragdoll!
I'm bringing the camera everywhere, now. You won't be able to pee without it being documented, woman.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 Uh, yes, we are. And no, I'm not!
*defensive glare*
It'll be fun! I'll trade you, mine for yours.
*waggles brows*
And I'll promise not to bring the camera everywhere with me on our honeymoon.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *big, happy smile*
I just appreciate spending time with you. And then you yell at me for watching you instead of the show. I can't help it, though, you're distracting.
*amps up the sappy*
Loving you is distracting.
We're going. And I did. It's also for boudoir shots. It's a good thing real people don't develop these pictures anymore, 'cause, damn. And you don't get to be grumpy about it, either.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 Really? You only want to watch Netflix with me?
*wide eyes*
I love you, too. But even if you wanted to have sex with Siri, you couldn't. This isn't 'Her', Joaquin.
I already bought a big camera, though. You're not breathing without it being documented. It's going to be great!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *easily flustered*
*scuffs ground*
Yeah, but you... You're... Y'know...
*mumbles something incoherently*
*clears throat*
I've had tons of sex, and --
*realizes how that sounded*
You're just the best, okay. So you can preen your feathers now.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 Wait. What?
Who is she? What is her name? Is it Siri?!
Alright, that's it. I'm getting the lacy red thing out. I can't have my wife philandering.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *wiggles out of hold*
*stuffs cupcake into her face*
Babe. This icing is better than sex. You have been replaced.
*exaggerated moan*
Yep. Sorry, love. You're out.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *confused squint*
*The Most© intimidated*
I'm happy! I'm very happy!
*getting paranoid*
Please don't get rid of me. Or call the cops. Wait. The cops are here?!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *squints at*
I feel like this is a trick question...
*rests hands on her hips*
I liked the pesto chicken you made.
And... Y'know... There's other stuff too.
*whistles innocently*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 My word is my honor.
*leans in to kiss*
*pauses, looks behind*
... I was thirsty, okay?! And you weren't moving fast enough.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *enamored smile*
Yeah? You're the love of mine. All of mine.
*pops off of counter*
*slips on excess water, slams into wife*
That was not as smooth as I thought it would be.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *starts to object*
*more impressed she's this strong*
Yoga has been paying off! Your core is at work!
*... Already running face under sink*
Wha'? No! 'm fine! This is great. It's like crack. Crack water! Let's invent crack water.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *covers mouth*
Shut up... I'm working, here.
*kisses neck*
*lays head in the crook of her shoulder*
Now I'm just gonna... Take a break.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *whines*
I don't wanna kiss. I want you to bring me the whole kitchen!
Go make a frozen pizza.
*sits up*
Wait, wait.
*climbs on, kisses*
...Now I'm too comfortable to move.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *sits still for all of 30 minutes*
*smacks lips together*
Babe, my mouth is dry. And I'm hungry.
*pleading eyes*
I can't feel my feet. Go get me things.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *blinks rapidly*
Well, alright.
*grabs lighter and 420 blazes it*
*wheezes, passes*
That is not the same!
*curls up into side*
... But I'm not complaining.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *needs to text Winter about getting wife police uniform*
I'd still take you over Nicole. Barely, but I would. Because of the vows.
*ogles joint*
I haven't smoked grass since the '70s. Should I be afraid?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 Babe. I just said you are definitely Nicole.
*cheeky grin*
Because Nicole is f*cking sexy. And she knows how to get sh*t done. And jeez, the bedroom eyes on that one.
*flicks forehead*
You two are personality twins. That is the highest compliment I shall ever pay anyone.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *grabs shirt*
*pulls in*
I'm very tempted, but... I was going to make you bring me breakfast in bed tomorrow, and now I know you'll do it.
*totally macks on*
*switches into OTP-mode*
See, I always took you as more of the Nicole in this relationship, but you're as corny as Waverly. You're still Officer Haught, though. Zero debate on that front.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 But, I'm like, proud to be with you.
... Not anymore.
*leans over*
I could make plenty of Wayhaught parallels, or I could kiss you. Which would you prefer?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 Is this the part where I say you are my greatest asset?
*F*ckboy™ overload*
I wasn't, actually. I just pulled the sucker off while you were asleep.
*knits brow*
Stop biting your lip, damn it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 Bull sh*t. That status is utter bull sh*t.
*waggles brows*
Sorry, what? I have a great ass?
Takes one to know one. I had to pretend there was a tick just to cop a feel.
Winter Summers 04/12/17 Soleil
As wonderful as she is sadly not my type!
Besides the fact you two are like the most perfect couple!
I'd kill the hooker who tried to come between you two!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 That's not true. I saw a very flustered Soleil this morning when I 'accidentally' dropped my towel.
*sits next to*
Which was simply payback for last night. You don't fight fair, woman.
Winter Summers 04/12/17 Soleil
I will totally pick you up off the floor and carry you to your wife's car!
She said she'd drive us!
Cause she loves us!
Mostly you but I wanna feel special so I threw myself in there.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 Mhm.
*wraps self around*
Lucky for you, I'm all yours. Forever. And my forever is a long, long time.
*kisses nose*
You wear 'flattered' very well. I will endeavor to do this more. I imagine it is rare to catch a 'flustered' Soleil.
Caitlyn Darrow 04/12/17 Soleil
Re: Darrows

They tend to sort of pack together. They might be tagging along? Be careful of Jane. She loves lots of people. Last night it was this girl named Stacy, her friend Felicia, and the bartender Henry.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *shrugs*
'Weed' it is. I already said yes, you know.
*toothy grin*
Charming? Maybe. I just can't stop looking at you. Or smiling. Winter told me we make him feel like love is worth it.
*chastely kisses*
I like being that couple.
Caitlyn Darrow 04/12/17 Text: Soleil
Thank you for watching the boys on date night! ..Did Lloyd mention his whole entire family..follows? His brother, sister, parents, dogs, and the boys.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 *tugs on*
If that's the case, I want pinot noir, Chewing Gum, and the matching pajamas I got us.
*small smile*
Or whatever you want, babe. I'd watch paint dry. Well, you could watch paint dry. I'd just stare at you.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/12/17 To: Soleil
Re: Satanic Step-Children

Of course Rhiannon is welcome. You'll need all the help you can get! I'll drop the dogs off around five, then!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/12/17 Even if they are as bad as he says they are, it'll be okay. Because at the end of the evening, I'll get to curl up with my wife, drink a bottle of wine and watch mindless television.
Anything I want... In general? Or specifically in regards to babysitting?
Winter Summers 04/12/17 Soleil
Is that so?
Well you have never faced me!
Don't feel too bad when you lose!
Lloyd R Darrow 04/11/17 To: Soleil
Re: Satanic Step-Children

Are you certain it won't be an imposition for you and your wife? I would hate to put you two out.
Their 'Go-bags' will be prepped with absolutely anything and everything you could possibly need. And you must allow me to pay you. If only to deter you from suing.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 Babe. C'mon. We're gonna crush it. You can do anything you put your mind too, including... Potential asylum escapees?
*kisses knuckles*
We'll make ice cream sundaes, oh, a pillow fort! And a movie! Can we watch a movie?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 *tucks back loose strand of hair*
You are so beautiful.
*was about to amp up the F*ckboy™*
*practically implodes at the mention of kids*
Babysitting? I think you mean we. I love children!
... I have so much to prepare.
Winter Summers 04/11/17 Soleil
Get it in your mind set that you are gonna lose!
I had my first beer at ten no way I can lose!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 *Eskimo kisses*
I'm serious, though.
*goofy grin*
I really f*cking love you. And Fish. Mostly the kittens, though.
Winter Summers 04/11/17 Soleil
If you say so! It's really bad!
Can you!? So can I!
After shopping I feel a drinking contest is in order!
Think of how fun it will be!
I'll even hold your hair when you vomit!
Cause I'm a f#cking gentleman!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 *stops suddenly*
*pulls into sweeping kiss*
*total F*ckboy™*
Yeah... I think I still love you.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/11/17 To: Soleil
Re: Satanic Step-Children

Still, mortified with myself over that occasion. And we owe you breakfast! Bring your wife, and you and I can drink in the bathroom while our wives try not to strangle my family.
Winter Summers 04/11/17 Soleil
Cheap 100 proof vodka will do it!
I'm a poor man, well was I have some money now a days.
I know the cheap stuff that will get you there fast!
It will taste horrid mind you!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 *whistles*
You deserve a commendation, or something. Not only can Soleil Whitaker bag a formerly married, heterosexual woman, but she can plant a mean tomato.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/11/17 To: Soleil
Re: Satanic Step-Children

Don't get me wrong, I love my sons. But I wonder every day how Caitlyn does it. Granted, she's a little nuts, but like, a cute kind of crazy. And the boys would love kittens! We don't have cats.

As far as initiative goes, she deserves it. Who is Rhiannon, by the by? Room-mate? Special friend? Girlfriend?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 *starts to object*
*doesn't need to ruin the 'later' promise*
*still can't help herself*
No, it was selfless. You're a 'city slicker'.
Okay, so it was maybe a little selfish. But I like to watch you work hard... Is that so bad?
Lloyd R Darrow 04/11/17 To: Soleil
Re: Satanic Step-Children

Trust me, you'll want the $500. And, yes, they're excellent with animals. One of them is one, in fact. Wednesday's are date night with Caitlyn. My entire family is in town, indefinitely.

If I don't get her out of the house, she's going to commit mass murder and then divorce me.
Lloyd R Darrow 04/11/17 To: Soleil
Subject: IOU

Are you good with children? Would you lie and say you're good with children for $500? I need a babysitter for tomorrow night.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 *scowls*
*silences with kiss*
Shut up. I'm better than chocolate and sea salt, woman.
*big doe eyes*
I mean, I did build you a rooftop garden... What has wine done for you lately?!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 He doesn't own me. I don't care what he wants.
*pokes cheek*
I care about what you want. And if you haven't noticed...
*explosive hand gestures*
I'm pretty gay. Now, let's stop talking about Callum. I'm more interested in staring at a basket of bread-sticks.
*clears throat*
I mean, at you... Over a basket of bread-sticks.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 *wraps arms around waist*
I'm not going to go anywhere near him, okay? I want nothing to do with him.
*presses their foreheads together*
'Kay? I'm yours. I want your name, and your babies, and...
I suppose only the first part of that works in this scenario.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 *knits brow*
Why would you think that?
*takes a step back*
This is my fault.
*frowns at*
F*ck Callum. And Margot. You are all that I need in this world, okay? F*ck him, and his sh*tty plans, and that sh*tty house, and my sh*tty sister. Okay? F*ck anything that isn't you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 That sounds perfect.
What's going on, Soleil? I don't like this moody, cryptic wife. I'd rather you just tell me what's on your mind. I'm not going to spontaneously stop loving you.
*tugs on sleeve*
Well, I might. But only if you stop getting me ice cream.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 I just wanted to see you smile, babe.
*leans in to kiss*
I still want to go out. I will jump at any chance to show you off.
*soft smile*
Everything okay? What's going on in that head of yours?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 Why be moody when you can shake that booty?
*paws at*
I don't doubt it. And I love you, too.
*kisses forehead*
We can drink wine, and watch Wynonna murder Revenants. We don't even have to leave the apartment.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 *wanders over*
*wraps arms around*
I was employing my dry wit, Soleil.
Don't go back to work, I need attention. And hand-holding. And I want to hear all about your day.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 *blinks slowly*
You just want to get laid.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 Soleil
So long as they don't interfere with mine.
Because I intend to finish Wynonna Earp.
... And then seduce you. ;)
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 Soleil
Of course. I'm willing to do anything with you.
Sounds like a plan, gorgeous. 😊
Well, if that's how you feel. I just figured you might want to vent. I love you, okay?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 Soleil
Marijuana. Yes.
Not for you. For me. But since it's... 'For' you, you might want to come pick it out. And then I will buy you a milkshake.
I don't want to talk about Callum. I assumed you might want to get some things off of your chest. Maybe things you want to say, but not to me?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 Soleil
I would if you asked, woman.
If he's not taking you today, I am.
And don't talk about Cal, then.
I'm sorry.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 Soleil
What can I say? I'm a hoodlum.
... Did you go out with Winter yet?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 Soleil
I left peanut butter on the counter and he got into it. And now he can't open his mouth.
Want to give the kittens catnip later?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 Soleil
I think I broke the dog.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 *isn't sure if she's being f*cked with*
I swear to Almighty Christ, if you put a shirt on, Soleil Whitaker...
*throws up hands*
I'm sleeping on the couch! You can moon over WayHaught without me!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 Oh my God!
*never takes the Lord's name in vain*
*damn girl*
You. You are going to be busy for the next 45 minutes. I came in here to watch Wynonna Earp and be coerced by my wife, damn it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 *blinks at*
Normally, it would be. But Winter has my hopes up about his shopping skills. We already agreed on nothing gaudy. You can ask him yourself!
In like, 45 minutes, anyway.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/11/17 You drive me insane.
You just want me to touch your ass. I refuse to fall prey to such seductions.
*deep breaths*
Okay, so I'm going to fall prey to it. Just this once. But in exchange, you wear what Winter picks out for you. Deal?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 *pft's*
I'm here for two reasons. The first, being Waverly Earp, and the second being Nicole Haught. You are an afterthought in this scenario.
*clears throat*
You can keep the blood sucking parasite on your ass if you want, I'm just saying, you might regret it when you have Lyme's disease.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 *grabs hands*
*cranes to stare at ass*
*furrows brow*
Is it a... Tick? I swear it wasn't there this morning.
Don't seduce me with Nicole Haught and then pull the name card. You already won!
Winter Summers 04/10/17 Soleil
I don't think I have that kind of money!
Maybe I'll just got to different liquor stores and buy the cheap vodka completely out? It's like the same thing right!?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 *blanches*
*launches apple behind her, definitely shatters something*
Okay! Okay! Sex.
You're just... You're evil, Soleil Whitaker.
I'm serious, though. Pretty sure that's skin cancer.
Winter Summers 04/10/17 Soleil
After our shopping trip we are getting drunk!
Like five bottles of vodka drunk!
I MUST know the story of Rhiannon's husband!
I have so many questions!
Should I purchase more than five bottles?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 *takes another bite of apple*
*casual as hell*
Nooope. Sorry, my love. Don't worry, I'll help pay for Paris, and I'll even pay the visit co-pay, if you'd like.
*so relishing in this*
I hear a lot of crazy sh*t happens to Tracey at the start of season 2... It'd be a shame for you to miss it!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 *starts to follow*
*stays the f*ck in the kitchen*

You should probably get that mole on your ass checked out.
I'm going to binge the rest of Chewing Gum without you! 0:)
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 Gosh, I love you.
*the geekiest*
If that's the case...
*reaches behind, grabs apple*
This is exactly what I wanted.
*takes a big ole bite*
Remember what I said about the nunnery?
*sh*t-eating grin*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 Bedroom.
I mean, if you want. I'm just... Never mind.
*may be having a stroke*
Don't give me that look.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 *rolls eyes*
*wanders over*
You can have whatever you want, you know that.
It's precisely why I'm tailing you like a dog.
*clears throat*
You're a sadist.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 What do you want me to say? I'd take you in a towel over lingerie any day?
*leans in*
Because I would, you insufferable fiend. I just wanted you to have fun with Winter.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 *swears under breath*
You are such a sh*t.
*follows into kitchen*
*tries to rewrap with quilt*
I spent 40 years as a nun. You will not break me, Soleil.
*very matter-of-fact*
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 Soleil
No, your wife is a heifer.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 Since, um...
*narrows eyes*
*grabs throw-quilt, drapes on*
Just, colors and...
I know you're testing my resolve. And it. Won't. Work.
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 Don't F*cking Question My Nicknames, B*tch
Well, okay. I love you, okay?
Have fun with your fat wife.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 I was giving you privacy!
*clears throat*
It was just a few recommendations...
*throws hands up*
Go put clothes on. You're distracting me from our very serious f*ckboy conversation.
Winter Summers 04/10/17 Soleil
Learn to share!?
Good luck with that! You tell me if it ever happens!
I love Elouise with all my heart but sharing doesn't seem like her cup of tea, at like all.
You are sweet love, but some people are meant to be alone.
I am one of them, I've accepted that long ago.
I certainly will!
Fair warning we are Summers, keep that in mind as you meet more.
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 Babenacci Sequence
I don't know that I like that sound of that.
I mean, the interesting part, not the talking bit. I can't wait to suffocate you with snuggles for days.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 Soleil
Woman, stop telling your friends I am a f*ckboy.
... Should I have not jumped on the sexy clothes bandwagon?
Wear whatever you want. Preferably nothing at all, though.
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 Babelogna on Rye
I agree.
Everything okay, otherwise?
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 Babe-Q Chicken
I love you, too. And I miss you loads.
I honestly might spend the entire vacation sleeping on you, though.
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 Baberoni & Cheese
I'm not being difficult!
I'm just not telling you where I hit a mass arsenal of weapons in your apartment without asking. There's a difference!
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 Babe-con Egg & Cheese
No, you've never lied. I believe you.
Good luck finding the rest, b*tch.
And I promise I will be nice.
That way, no one will suspect me of murder.
Winter Summers 04/10/17 Soleil
Really? I figured she would be over the moon for you!
I mean I get we are all married to El but we need actual lovers in our lives!
Well not me, relationships never turn out well for me if I am being honest.
Threaten El with no cuddles and Rhiannon no sex if they don't be civil.
Sometimes you gotta put that foot down girl!
I am happy you two found each other! I dare say you two are perfect together!
I could introduce you to my sisters they are for the most part delightful!
You would really like Summer I feel!
And thank you! You make me feel so good about myself!
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 Babesaurus Rex You kind of are. Who calls a pregnant woman fat? Is she jealous of me, or something? Wth?
Yeah, she will. Because I have several weapons hidden in strategic places on my body. And in your apartment.
...don't look under the fridge.
Winter Summers 04/10/17 Soleil
I wont don't you worry, truly I find her delightful!
Though she did call Elouise fat, and I mean she isn't that big yet!
Unless of course she got bigger since I've been gone but it's only two days how big could she get?
Good? To you?
Oh no no sweetheart! I will be the damn best to you!
Treat you like you are one of my sisters! Which if you know any of my sisters is like a god damn princess!
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 Babemonious
You deserve the best. But you know that.
So I still don't know why you're slumming it.
I'll come for dinner, but if she calls me fat, I will total her.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 The angel is almost drawn to laugh. Her, leave? Only if Soleil pushed her out of the door, now. Instead, the beloved woman leads her to the roof, and Rhiannon knows that her wife could reveal mutilated corpses fertilizing the soil, and she would still stay. “Whatever it is, Soleil, really it –…” She is cut off, naturally, as a quiet wonderment and awe causes her jaw to slacken. She had been drawn to Soleil by her silent pain, of the struggle she sensed waged within her soul, the source of which she could not quite trace. For the first time, the angel understands what it means to be in a fully open, honest relationship. She had not held anything back, and Soleil, despite the pain she must feel at Rhiannon’s hands, is still willing to risk revealing the most vulnerable parts of her.

Love teems within her slight frame, and Rhiannon wants nothing more than to draw the other woman in. To whisper soft words of love and support – of acceptance. But she doesn’t. So she stands in place, beaming, the sound of tears caught in her throat. “You are so beautiful. Every part of you.”
Winter Summers 04/10/17 Soleil
I will inform her I suppose
But I don't mind she seems lovely!
You are in great hands, I am so good at picking lingerie!
Me and your Waifu are discussing colors!
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 Baberoni
I'll nab her, and William for me. I don't even care he's balding.
Anything for you, you know that. But that ferris wheel is f*cking HUGE.
...I am being nice.
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 Babelicious
I was going to kidnap Pippa Middleton for you, but tbh Kate is way hotter.
I'll probably get you a fridge magnet, boo.
Really? Because I'm probably going to buy her a home enema kit, too. :)
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 Babe Sauce
Omg. I have the perfect gift.
...jfc. Fine. I'll get her, like, some British tampons, or something.
Elouise Orlav 04/10/17 SoBabe
London is great, and I miss you.
What kind of souvenir do you want?
I don't have to get anything for your rude af wife, do I?
Winter Summers 04/10/17 Soleil
Yay Adventure!
Who doesn't like adventure!?
Boring people that's who!
Winter Summers 04/10/17 Soleil
We will have so much fun shopping!
Are we aiming for sexy stuff? I excel at finding the sexy stuff!
And comfortable sweatpants, because I don't wear clothes often but when I do! I prefer it to be that!
Jeans are fine and all but mine are incredibly tight for obvious reasons!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 'Stay'.

The word reverberates within her skull, leaving an irresponsible smile plastered to Rhiannon's face despite knowing a long road lie ahead. Her hands move to rest over Soleil's sliding down instead to hold her forearms, effectively locking her in close proximity. "Whatever you want. If you change your mind, whether it be in four minutes or four weeks, I'll go or stay at your behest."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 Rhiannon knows that words aren’t enough to make her stay, even if they can help her to understand. At the very least, she takes solace in knowing Soleil isn’t coming at her with a knife, or trying to get her put in a straitjacket. “You stay. I’ll…” She trails, her jaw clenching momentarily. Words fail to return, and so the angel’s hands slip away from their hold on the other woman. This is a defeat heavier than any she had felt before – delivered by her own hands. Rhiannon now understood the self-sabotaging nature of mortals.

“If you change your mind, and you can find it in your heart to forgive me for the unforgiveable, I’ll be in Paris. I will wait for you.” Rhiannon is aware her words are purely selfish, and more than that, potentially hopeless. But she had meant it quite literally when she had promised herself to Soleil, regardless of the mortal bindings she finds next. “Your happiness is the only thing that means anything to me.”

And with that sentiment, the angel understands that the best thing for Soleil’s happiness may be to cut out Rhiannon. She also understands what she asks of the other woman is beyond any degree of fairness. Still, she endeavors to hope even where hope is lost.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/10/17 Why? How? The answer is easy enough given, if Rhiannon is prepared to not only lose to Soleil, but also be found as a lunatic. The angel has never before had to make any sort of explanations to a mortal regarding her situation. She finds herself following Soleil into the kitchen, hesitant digits reaching to close around her forearms. Rhiannon is unsure how long this grip will last, or whether or not Soleil will let her touch her in the first place. But the angel has totally deviated from the moral path, both in loving Soleil, and in betraying her. At this juncture, she is prepared to handle anything.

“I’m not crazy, Soleil. I’m… I’m not of this Earth.” She starts in earnest, the anger palpable just from being within her wife’s vicinity. “I have lived many lifetimes, across many bodies, and I have never… Never had the ability to make choices for myself. There is a purpose to every existence, whether it be to protect just one soul, or an entire civilization. With, with this body… With the opportunity of not owing Rhiannon the respect of living her life the way she saw fit, I chose you. I know it doesn’t seem like it, I know I’ve done nothing to prove the contrary…”

Her voices drops earnestly, only now just above a whisper. “I love you. And I will choose you in every lifetime I lead, no matter the consequence. What happened with Callum almost feels out of my own hands. To get the head rush of so many memories, of so much love… It was impossible to sort realities.”
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 The angel's breath hitches as she struggles to calm herself relative enough to be able to speak coherently. Still in Soleil's arms, she realizes this may be for the last time. Ready to begin to offer the most overdue explanation, Rhiannon pulls back, stepping away from the sofa until her back catches the opposing wall. Wide, guilty eyes focus solely on Soleil, and then it all comes out.

"Everything... Me, the me before the accident. It's all... It's all here." It begins to show more apparently that with her new memories, her vernacular shifts in degrees. More modern, less cut and paste. "I didn't come home because I went to see Callum, Soleil. I was with Callum." Her eyes squeeze shut, knuckles whitening as she forces herself to express her final transgression. "... I slept with Callum." In truth, the angel was not in her right mind. Over come by very vivid, very real memories and emotions, she was fueled by a woman she presumed was brain dead. But to explain the entire situation... To explain exactly what she is to Soleil feels impossible.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 The angel grips the neck of the bottle, a half-smile lasting for only a fleeting number of seconds before her lips slacken back into a frown. She leans forward, setting the bottle onto the coffee table. Rhiannon wrings her wrists, not having yet found herself capable of laying caramel eyes upon her wife. Perhaps she no longer had the right. She knew what she was doing when she did it. And to offer an explanation that in no way compensated for her actions could only add insult to injury for Soleil.

So, rather than speak at first, she leans back, falling against the other woman. A heartbroken sound catches in her throat, and while she knows she in no way deserves her comfort, she seeks solace in her arms anyway. "I remember. I remember everything. I'm so sorry, Soleil. I'm so sorry." It is unclear as of yet what exactly she is apologizing for, but the brunette's words are dipped in anguish, passing between panicked, desperate lips.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Rhiannon attempts to enter the apartment in silence, but the rattling of her keys, as well as Fish greeting her at the door in excitement make such a mission impossible. The brunette sets her bag down, feet dragging as she carries herself towards the living room.

"Soleil? I am home." She announces, all before collapsing onto the sofa, head in her hands.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
Of course you do, you fiend.
Now, stop distracting me, or I will never come home.
Do not miss me too much. ❤️
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
Funny, how the tables have turned.
I will be home sooner than you think.
Romance? I will find the lacy red thing, then.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
Yes, and you are my wife.
My wife whom I love unconditionally and do not judge.
Candles? Pulling out all the stops, are we?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
... Did you just call me easy?
I am giving you credit. You are too good to me.
For the record, it would have worked. Oh well!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
Oh yeah? That is good to know.
Are you trying to seduce me with good food and wine?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
They will live.
Just do not leave any open flames.
Sauvignon Blanc sounds like a French stripper name.
I have to compete with her and Siri, now?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
Oof. You wound me, babe.
Any chance there will be wine with dinner?
As in the drink, not the whining you are doing right now. 😉
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
Ha, ha.
If I made it easy, would you be having any fun?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
What can I say? I like my women domestic.
And you love them big alien eyes and all, jerk.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
I just want you in my arms.
That is all I will ever care about.
See you tonight.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
You? In the kitchen?
God help me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
I remember now, more than ever. And I will cook you whatever you want.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Rhiannon glances down at her phone again, all set to ignore the text before better sense takes over. Would Soleil be pleased with her current company? No. But the angel cannot help herself. Not at present. Caramel eyes shift briefly from the screen to look up at the brownstone she and Callum McKay had once shared. With a vague frown, she taps a reply.

Everything is fine.
I love you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
We can talk about it when I get home.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/09/17 Soleil
Something came up on my run.
I will be home later.
Winter Summers 04/09/17 Soleil
You know I would like to claim I don't know but!
I get a little carried away, and I do it practically all the time!
And my sisters aren't the shopping type.
Well Summer is, sometimes Autumn is, Spring never, Sky I have never tried and Will honestly she is hardly around I forget she's a thing.
Horrible I know!
Winter Summers 04/09/17 Soleil
Wait really!?
No one ever actually wants to go shopping with me!
I'm gonna need a moment here!
Winter Summers 04/09/17 Soleil
Right!? My ass would have gotten eaten!
I mean kinda but still most of them would eat your whole face off!
The whole face!
Right! Then it is settled we will go on a shopping trip sometime and you can help me get the perfect pair! And pick up a few more for yourself or whatever else you want!
I adore shopping!
Winter Summers 04/09/17 Soleil
I believe that to be true my dear!
Everyone will be positively green with envy over our friendship.
I mean I don't think so, have you ever seen Jurassic Park?
It's a damn good thing they are all dead!
That is adorable! I dare say I am super jealous, would it be weird if I bought themed socks? Maybe just one pair?
Winter Summers 04/08/17 Soleil
You know something? I truly believe we are going to have a beautiful friendship!
I wont let you die either!
You like them as well?
I don't really get the appeal if I am being honest.
Those sound adorable! I have different themed underwear!
Winter Summers 04/08/17 Soleil
I feel safe once again!
I am trusting you not to let me die!
More importantly not to let me sleep with any ugly men I have a reputation to up hold and all that jazz!
I have an abnormal amount of them! My one sisters has an odd obsession with them!
They are how I bribe her to do things with me!
Winter Summers 04/08/17 Soleil
Wait what?
You know something I don't scare easy, okay that's a lie!
I am the biggest p#ssy I know but I'm a little worried and or scared now!
I mean I'm still gonna go but goodness! I like living!
I'll just pack some dinosaur band-aids along with the drugs!
That will save me from anything! Right?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 "It is not wasted on me. I promise." Her tone is solemn, with a reservedness that is staunchly honest. A manicured hand glides over her jaw, fingers slipping back into short brunette locks, weaving their way through. The thumb belonging to her free hand traces the contours of her face, mapping the finely constructed bone that measured her eyebrows to her lips.

To say the angel cherished this moment was an understatement. If only there was not so much she felt she was hiding from Soleil. At the very least, she took comfort in the fact that the same could be said of her wife. They will still getting to know each other. Yet, with each passing day, her story fought to escape her lips like word vomit. "Let us go back inside, babe. I can cook you whatever you would like, and then we can watch that gunslinging show you like so much."
Winter Summers 04/08/17 Soleil
Rhiannon, right got it! I will write that down as soon as find a piece of paper!
The hotel I am staying at is a mess!
They don't even have mini booze bottles! I deserve mini booze bottles damn it!
Getting off topic however! You keep me posted on the last name situation!
If I figure out the gift before you guys figure out the last name I'll figure something out! Again I am creative!
I'll make sure to have my will in order before we leave for the trip!
Winter Summers 04/08/17 Soleil
Am I? Truly I had no idea!
Is that her name! Good Good!
I was gonna ask couldn't leave her name out of the card! That would be rude!
All three of us? Alone? You don't think we will need an adult to supervise us?
Winter Summers 04/08/17 Soleil
Oh my so many trips!
You will have to tell me all about them!
I'm sure you and El will get in all sorts of trouble there!
I don't need details on the honeymoon unless you wanna share!
First thank you for calling me handsome!💚
Second I will be getting you a gift beautiful! That's how everyone gets married around here!
You can say no but I'm gonna do it! May take a bit I must find the perfect gift!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 "Marijuana is a natural herb, with clear, medicinal qualities. I do not care if you smoke it, but I do not need the Drug Enforcement Agency cracking down on our innocent little garden." The angel falls silent as Soleil turns away, caramel eyes taking the moment to observe her without interruption.

And then, Rhiannon is glad she is turned away. The guilt that feeds into her heart at her wife's words shows plainly on her face. It is only when she reaches for her hand that she can once again mask such emotions. "I will always love you, too. You will never have to wonder where my heart lies."
Winter Summers 04/08/17 Elouise
Oh she always knows how much we love her!
She just constantly likes to be reminded of it through snuggles, and food!
You're married!?
No one tells me anything!
I failed to get you a wedding gift!
Anything you want and or need?
If not I'm gonna get anything! And I am rather creative!
That's not me bragging that's more of me warning you!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 "Vegetables, and fruits, anything! Again, except for marijuana. Do not grow pot up here." Rhiannon presses her pointer finger against Soleil's nose, her expression matter-of-fact, even though the light in her eyes would better match a smile. "It is a shame we are not zoned for a teacup pig. I really wanted a pig. In the same respect, I could not possibly give up bacon, so it is a small blessing."
Winter Summers 04/08/17 Soleil
Snuggle Elouise for me from now on yeah?
Gotta do it extra good!
Super good I say!
Also make sure she stays out of trouble and if that's not possibly make sure you are at least there causing the trouble with her!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 Before she can react, Rhiannon is being pulled into a hug. Rather than reply with words, she first chooses to squeeze the life out of Soleil – or at least try. “I would not say amazing, just yet. I need my big, intimidating, fit wife to lift the potting soil for me.” A teasing grin then tugs at her lips, the angel unable to keep a straight face. “So you like it? We can grow whatever we want up here. Except for marijuana. I asked.”
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 At her charming wife’s insistence, Rhiannon rises from the sofa, her hand finding Soleil’s as she does so. “Come on, then.” The angel tugs, padding for the door whether the other woman wants to or not. “And no questions. Just wait.” Her hand still firmly clasping Soleil’s, she leads her out of the apartment, only to continue up the staircase. And up, and up…

Until they breach the roof. Before the pair lay rows of pots, wooden bins, and bizarrely, bags of potting soil. With her free hand, she presents the setting with a sweeping hand gesture. “I would not dream of making you move from the city. But, we can still have our farm. What do you think?”
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 *squints*
You want to see it right now?
... Maybe.
*taps cheek*
Kiss, and then I may be convinced to get up.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 Hey.
*grabs chin*
I know what you meant, grumpy.
A surprise you will appreciate. Not more than the lacy red thing, though. But I still think you will like it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 What about food? And water? And Fish?
*furrows brow*
Oh, wait. I see. You are being a 'f*ckboy'.
I have a surprise for you, though. And you will have to humor me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 'Butter you up'?
*tilts head*
I will leave that to Siri.
*paws at*
It us about us, but I believe I am permitted to spend a day devoted only to your happiness. Is that a crime?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 *sputters, incoherent*
... - Counts. It counts.
However much alcohol, of whichever variety you prefer. Today is about y-o-u.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 *pokes*
I like surprises. Tell me over dinner?
*clears throat once more*
We do work out together. Kind of.
Unless that does not count. In which case, I am now your new athletic trainer.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 *scoffs*
I am incredibly healthy. I run further, and faster than you, woman.
I earn the Frosty's. You could, too, if you worked out with me more. Bonding. It is integral to any marriage!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 *pokes her stomach*
You are in shape. I should know. Siri would too.
Are you finally ready to give up French fries? There are kale and quinoa salads calling your name!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 Not even if I make it worth your while?
*leans in*
Like... With food?
*the most innocent*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/08/17 *gasps*
It is not! It will just take some... Strategic planning. Sacrifice.
*clears throat*
Like, for example, you sleeping on the couch and leaving me to my pet sanctuary.
*flashes pearly whites*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 I would say two cats is equal to one dog.
*triumphant grin*
You just do not want to share any cuddles. I understand. I am a hot commodity.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Because Topanga needed a friend! And I wanted another cat...
*bats lashes at*
He can stay, can he not? If I can keep him, I do not need the farm.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 My personality is not the first thing you notice when I walk into a room. Is it?
*going to milk the guilt forever*
Okay, okay. I am done teasing. For now.
*smothers in hugs*
While you were out today, I purchased another kitten. His name is Quincy.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Really? You mean it?
Come back. I did not send naked photos to be neglected!
*tries to tackle*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Or not in anything.
No wonder you came home so quickly.
*throws hand back*
You only want me for my body! Are you having an emotional affair with your operating system?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Are you complaining, Ms. Whitaker? Because I can always discard of the lacy red thing you like so much, if that is the case...
*narrows eyes*
And we both know how much you like the lacy red thing. Hm?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Oh, trust me, I know.
Siri could not possibly handle you anyway.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Big, sweeping, romantic plans. Not Paris, but it is the best I can do on short notice.
*kisses chin*
And being purely selfish, I want you all to myself.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 *groans*
Remind me why I put up with you?
*wraps arms around anyway*
We are spending the whole day together tomorrow. I have plans.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Good answer.
*clears throat*
I suppose you will get lucky after all. After French Toast, of course.
*extremely matter-of-fact*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Oh, I see.
Who is your type, then? Your fat friend?
*tickles sides*
*being the absolute most*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 *squeaks*
Maybe I do not, after all!
*presses foreheads together*
... Is this how you handle Siri?!
*open cackling*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Considering you are here and the bugs are gone, no. I am perfectly content.
*flashes a smile*
What did you get tied up in? Did Siri tie you up? ... Is that what you are into?
*definitely being a little sh*t now*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 *relatively reassured*
*glowers at*
Then my day is now a degree better than fine.
How was yours?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 *abandons cooking*
*hops over, lands on*
Fine. Minus the militia of bugs plotting my demise.
And this 'Siri' seeing me naked.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 *playing it cool*
No, no I cannot.
But, I do want the French Toast...
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 *peers from around the corner*
... Yes. I suppose so.
French Toast?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Soleil
If you say so...
They are chanting. Soleil. The bugs are chanting.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Soleil
Who the hell is Siri?
Are you seeing other women?
Does this mean she saw my nudes?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Soleil
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Soleil
... Clothes come off easy enough.
I think the bugs are building a colony in the kitchen.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Soleil
Trust me, I know.
[eye roll emoji]
At any rate, I am clothed.
So, HA.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Soleil
... But I am cozy!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Soleil
Sorry, already wearing your pajamas.
Too bad you got caught up, huh?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Soleil
If you are going to be awhile, I will go put some clothes on, then.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Soleil
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Soleil
French Toast? Paris?
... I was trying to be romantic!
Topanga won't eat it!!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/07/17 Soleil
There is a huge bug in the kitchen.
How am I supposed to make you French Toast in these conditions?!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/06/17 "No, neither. How about 'RW' and 'SW'?" The brunette flashes another bright smile, unaware how beholden Soleil was to every change in her mannerisms. The angel rolls off her wife, nesting herself instead into her side, cheek now resting against her shoulder. Her head shifts ever so slightly back, if only to angle appropriately to press a kiss against her jawline.

"I think Rhiannon Whitaker sounds nice. If you will lend me the latter part, that is."
Elouise Orlav 04/06/17 Soleil
You couldn't possibly love me more than I love you.
Because I love you most-est. HA.
Elouise Orlav 04/06/17 Soleil
Love you more.
In fact, no.
I love you best.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/06/17 "Champagne and I have a love that transcends lifetimes." The statement was far more honest than Soleil could yet understand. All in due time. At present, Rhiannon was content to enjoy the sensation of her wife's chest rising and falling, and the only sound to be that of her ear pressed to hear her beating heart.

"I know you do." Her tone is even, the guilt living only in her mind. It was not often that the angel felt guilt, but in perfect moments like this, it was almost impossible not to dwell on the pain she might cause Soleil. Rhiannon's content expression falters only briefly before she's nestling her face back against her. "Can we put a lock on the Pont Des Arts?"
Elouise Orlav 04/06/17 Soleil
I miss you, you know. But beyond that, I'm happy you're happy. :)
Elouise Orlav 04/06/17 Soleil
That's a post-baby, girls vacation.
I'm talking quality time with my bae, here.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/06/17 Taking in a soft breath, Rhiannon lifts her head, her chin propping up against her collarbone. "I want to buy a cheap bottle of champagne, and walk alone the Seine." The angel grins, briefly sticking out her tongue. "I might even let you come with me. But you are obligated to hold my hand."
Elouise Orlav 04/06/17 Soleil
I just want to lounge on the beach with my wife.
How is the marriage? Ugh. Paris?? You were never this romantic with me!!
Elouise Orlav 04/06/17 Soleil
I didn't have anything planned, I was just checking.
I don't know. I've always wanted to go to Tahiti.
Elouise Orlav 04/06/17 Soleil
Do we still get to run away on impromptu vacations??
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/06/17 "C'est la Ville de Lumière, avant tout." She replies, a hand moving to cup Soleil's face, easily falling silent once more as she admires the woman below. Her thumb idly traces her jawline, ever admiring even the smallest details in her wife's expression. It pauses at the corner of her lips, as if catching the smile like a mouse in a trap. The angel knew many tongues, some better than others. With French, she could very well hold her own.

Rhiannon shimmies down so that she can rest her head under Soleil's chin, uncaring whether or not her cuddling would inconvenience her wife in any way. Under her breath, she adds, "Je t'aime."
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/06/17 "... Paris?" The angel flashes a brilliant smile, safely tucking the cash back in Soleil's pocket, if only to cop a feel once more. "You are planning a trip to Paris?" She leans over, her smile spreading to her eyes as she presses her lips to Soleil's, lingering for a brief, quiet moment. "Will you let me help?"

It had been several lifetimes since she had been anywhere near France, but nothing sounded more appealing than wandering the streets of Paris, tasting wine and cheese with her wife.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/06/17 Rhiannon is never in bed by the time the sun rises. It's nothing against her wife, the angel has a ritual. Yoga, tea, and then she cooks breakfast. This morning, however, was different. Rather than wake Soleil with the smell of cooking, Rhiannon comes crashing down on the bed. "Wake up!"

And while Soleil may be flattered that her wife's hand immediately goes to her ass, it's not quite for the purpose she might hope. Instead, Rhiannon triumphantly waves a wad of cash. "Hah! I win!"

You were successful in stealing $113.00 from Soleil.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 *wanders in, wound up in blanket*
*lays on, all snuggly*
Mm, yes. She has huge eyes.
Now, shut up. I am tired.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 You can have all the snuggles in the world. From me, of course. Topanga still is not over the 'alien eyes' comment.
I call the fluffy blanket!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 *grabs cheeks*
My f*ckboy.
*kisses gently*
... F*ck 'girl'?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 *grumps*
I am not a f*ckboy. It is only you.
... F*ckboy.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 You. You are the f*ckboy.
*gently shoves*
So much worse than me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 Because I am evil. Simply horrible.
*tugs on*
I knew you only married me for my looks.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 ... Not even if I withhold my body?
*waggles brow*
You would never survive.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 *rolls eyes*
*'yeah, right' expression*
I am a lover, not a fighter. But I will end you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 Hey. I am your wife. It is my prerogative to abuse you.
*kisses cheek*
I will be gentle, I promise. But I will destroy you, too. If there is a race, you will no doubt be left for dead. And, we may have both. Ice cream with the milkshake!
Elouise Orlav 04/05/17 Soleil
He has abs.
...pretty sure he assembled an AK in there, too.
Elouise Orlav 04/05/17 Soleil
Dude. Omg. Wtf. NO.
I meant this:
Elouise Orlav 04/05/17 Soleil
Wanna see lil Rambo?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 I will hold your hand the whole time. And potentially slingshot you around. But in the end, you will be a better skater for it.
And then we can share a milkshake.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 *grabs by the waist*
*small smile*
I must warn you, I am a master on skates. You will be struggling to keep up.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 *furrows brow*
But you are the looks in this relationship.
Ooh, arcade games? Can we go roller skating?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 *wraps arms around*
If such a thing were genetically possible, our children would be, by far, the best looking people to ever walk this Earth.
*squints at*
Where are we going tonight? Is it a surprise?
Winter Summers 04/05/17 SoSo
Oh yes should have mentioned that! Truly my bad dear!
And you don't!? Oh I feel so special now!
You are the first that I have ever burned a bra with! Feel special I barely have any firsts left! Or none at all anymore?
Anywho outside the Sanctuary five minutes?
I'll bring tequila! It's what I prefer to drink.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 *rolls eyes*
You can take me out. But what is a... 'PoS'?
*so innocent*
All of those reasons sound rather convenient...
*swats nose*
It is okay. I only married you for your looks. And you have a nice butt.
Winter Summers 04/05/17 SoSo
Still working on the nickname!
Stole your number from Elouise's phone last time we were cuddling it up!
I thought on it and it would be SO rude to burn your bras!
SO I bought this ugly yellow one! I hate the color yellow!
We will burn it whenever you are ready!
Possibly outside the sanctuary walls, for some reason I feel setting fire to it inside may not go over well!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 *flicks nose*
You are far too nervous.
Stop second-guessing yourself.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 *pulls into hug*
What are you apologizing for?
We are fine.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/05/17 *very tempted to shoot with Nerf gun*
*comes out empty handed*
How was your play-date?
*wanders over, kisses brow*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 Soleil
I am listening to your mix-tape and reading.
Mostly mind-wandering and thinking of you, though.
[image attached]
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 Soleil
Discuss what?
I ate the last of the cookies. Will you get more?
And more almond milk.
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 -droops-
Deny all you want, but you probably did.
I'm a f*cking catch.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 Soleil
Well, she is still probably fat. I see the influence her diet has on yours.
Me too.
I am going to go to sleep. It is not often I get a bed all to myself, without a wife clinging to me or a dog waking me up in the morning. :) Goodnight, babe.
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 You're a little b*tch is what you are.
I always thought you had a crush on me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 Soleil
What are you worried about?
I am fine. You are fine. But you are stubborn.
I will be here, whenever you come home. But I think you owe your fat friend some quality time. I will see you soon, gorgeous.
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 know I eloped, right? Jameson is like, literally the best. Marriage is only hard if you make it hard.
Groooooosss. You're a total loser, now!
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 No, you're not. I'm just moody.
-kisses cheek-
Marriage isn't easy. Unless you're married to Jameson. Then it's perfect.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 Soleil
Come back to me.
Come love me.
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 Yeah, yeah. I love you, too.
Why are you here, though? Really?
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 Because I understand how to split my time between the people who matter.
-shots fired-
-clears throat-
Yes, he's gay. But he sleeps with three blondes a year!
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 -smacks hand away-
London! We're trying to get Jameson to come with.
Yes! Her brother, Winter. My other husband. I haven't seen him around lately...I miss him.
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 I'm fine. Bored, mostly. I'm going to visit my best friend next week! Autumn. You need to meet her, eventually.
No pranks so far. I'm feeling secure...eerily secure.
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 ...fine!
-pats more-
You can have all of the cuddles you want, boo boo.
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 You can have one.
Of course we can Netflix!...and chill.
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 -excited af-
Yay! Okay!
-squeezes tf out of- only got one container of Oreos, though. Where's yours?
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 -snorts derisively-
How big of a hole? Did you forget to feed Fish, or something?
...did you bring my dog?
-pats back-
You'll be okay. I promise.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 Soleil
Have fun with your fat friend, wife of mine.

Rhiannon wears a rueful grin, turning her phone off thereafter. The angel had survived famine, civil war, the death of children and friends. She could withstand her bride being a stubborn brat. And she would make it as difficult as possible for her to stay away.
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 Hey, you.
-opens up arms-
So, what's going on? Wanna talk about it?
Elouise Orlav 04/04/17 Soleil
You'll have to pick up more...
Everything okay?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 Soleil wasn't going to stay? That was fine. Rhiannon new she had one final card to play -- the ace. Clearing her throat, the angel types out the one message she knows will strike Soleil.

There is no point in my staying here without you.
I'll go stay with Callum. I'm sure I'll really have to... Persuade him to sign.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 Rhiannon's brow knits together as her wife retreats. Rather than give chase, she pulls out her phone, pulling up Soleil's contact to type away a brief message.

That is fine. I love to watch you leave...
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 The angel shrugs, her tone growing smug as she goes to speak again. "Well, if you do not want to be groped, that is your prerogative, Soleil. I am completely comfortable with nothing more than a marriage of convenience." Soleil wanted to play the sarcastic game? Rhiannon was the queen.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 "... The same goes for you, then." Rhiannon chastises, a casual smirk briefly gracing her expression before it falls back to her normal calm, blank facade. The angel reaches out, interlacing her fingers with her wife's. "I do not need to ask, this ring is blind permission, woman." She snarks, the smirk finally returning.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 Tomorrow morning it is. With the juice. *reaches for*
*drags into snuggle*
You are a good person. Too good for me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 *so offended*
I am not sleepy, you are!
*yawns again*
*loses sense of outrage*
You have such an honest face. I want to tell you all of my secrets.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 *quiet, sleepy voice*
Sounds like a dream.
*small yawn*
Now, I just want to be held. By you, and only you. Does that seem plausible?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 Mm, no. Good things come to those who wait.
*wags finger at*
I am too tired to be romanced. I vote sh*tty movie tomorrow.
*presses foreheads together*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 *holds on finger*
Pause. I have to set a timer.
*steals kiss*
You make me happy, you know?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/04/17 ... You could just kiss me for 90 minutes now.
*shrugs right back*
But you will not. Because you are chicken.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/03/17 *smirks*
Nope. Not going anywhere.
*flicks her forehead*
What movie are we going to see? Is this one of those movie dates where you pick a horrible film and we make-out the whole time?
*intimidating stare*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/03/17 *covers hand*
*dramatically presses back of hand to forehead*
You kill me.
Well, hopefully not. That has already almost happened enough this year.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/03/17 I will ask Callum. Okay?
Gross. I am not a pedophile.
*paws at*
Your smile is so pure, and enigmatic. It stops my heart.
*f*ckboy supreme*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/03/17 Technically, yes.
*pokes cheek*
And you are mine. And I am happy.
*squishes both cheeks*
And I am still trying to figure out how you are equal parts sexy and cute.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/03/17 Not since breakfast.
I adore you, too.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/03/17 It will always be a yes to you.
*kisses nose*
Do I get a soft drink as well?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/03/17 Both. And there are cookies. I baked.
*wide eyes*
The movies? Are you asking me out on a date?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/03/17 *squints at*
Can we just have dessert for dinner?
I will sit here and marvel at how comfortable you are. Like a pillow that smells like cookies, and loves me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/03/17 *crawls into lap*
*big, doe-y eyes*
Whatever you want, wife of mine.
So long as you do not mind that I am sleeping like this.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/03/17 *tries to scoop up*
*kisses all over*
I know. Because I am perfect.
*flashes a smile*
It is Monday. Which means we shall play scrabble and watch Netflix, and I may even make you your favorite meal, if you play your cards right.
Remi Rose 04/03/17 -nods-
Okay, sounds good! Tell Rhiannon that I said Hi.
Elouise Orlav 04/03/17 Soleil
I miss you more!
I'm hiding under your bed, eating your Oreos.
Omfg. Don't tell anyone.
Remi Rose 04/03/17 Topanga.., she'd whisper.
I like it! Very cute.
More?! I'll kitten-sit anytime you two need it!
-loves animals!-
-gets even more excited when Soleil mentions food-
Yes, yes! When would be a good time for you two?
-will snatch Elouise up in a heartbeat-
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/03/17 *stops*
*scowls at*
Fine. You are not any fun.
You are still mine, whether you will admit it, or not.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 No, but you might!
*still tickling relentlessly*
Admit it, woman! Or I will tickle you until you pee!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 *huffs*
... You are my woman.
*starts to violently tickle*
Admit it, or the tickling will never stop!
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 *wraps around*
*kisses cheek*
Sure, but it is much less solicited when you're muttering in your sleep. Either way, I like it when it comes from you. My woman.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 Of course not. Never with me.
Yes you do. About how pretty I am, and that you looooooooove me.
*hair flip*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 Here I thought I was being cheesy.
*sticks tongue out*
Me too.
I do not even mind that you talk in your sleep. About me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 I love you.
*decides to match the cheesiness*
But you are my only staple item.
*big, flashy smile*
Remi Rose 04/02/17 Ohemgee.
You have.. kittens?
Can I come visit them?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 I do not trust that.
You smell like cookies.
Now I want cookies.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 *wiggles*
You are actually not letting go.
*leans on*
Why do you always smell good? Are you a magician?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 *scowls*
Romantic. I am romantic, damn it.
*pokes sides*
And I am yours, even if you do not deserve me. You may only deserve two types of tiramisu.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 *jumps at*
*big ole hug*
I know romance.
I am romantic.
Remi Rose 04/02/17 You witnessed Rhiannon McKay attack Soleil!

"You haven't even been married a month. Is this because of the tabloids?"

Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 Yes, there is tiramisu. Because I am a classy date.
I lied. There are four different types. I did not know which you would like.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 Not quite a farm-buying 'love', though.
*holds face*
Stop blushing. It is too cute, and I refuse to fall prey to your charms before I get tiramisu.
*kisses for good measure*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 *still clammy*
... I hid it.
No phones on date night.
*paws at*
Is it the sort of love where you could get over me bringing home a basket of twelve kittens?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 *squints, confused*
Who is 'Sam Smith?' Your ex-girlfriend?
*clears throat*
Not just because of that. There are plenty of other reasons too.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 *snorts*
That is rather presumptuous of you.
*pinches her nose*
You are lucky I love...
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/02/17 *gasps*
That is not true!
If it is such an issue, then go sleep with Fish!
I like it. But I would take you in any shape, form, or color of hair.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 There are many hours in the day to workout. I can shuffle activities around for my snoring, radiator of a wife.
*happy sigh*
Whom I adore, subsequently.
I like the new hair. Capital 'F' fine was right.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 It is okay. I am a 'f*ckboy' after all.
Tomorrow I shall skip morning yoga, and we can snuggle. Because you are very comfortable.
*still hugging*
*may continue to do so forever*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 *squints right back*
*grabs around waist*
*hugs life out of wife*
More like capital 'C' Crabby.
Why can I not shower you in compliments and romantic gestures?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
It would make me not a narcissist, obviously.
And honest. Have you looked in a mirror, lately?
My wife is capital 'F' - Fine. 😍
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
You do realize you are the most gorgeous thing on two feet?
And Fish is, on three. And then Topanga on four. 😘
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
Yes, of course. I am a woman of my word!
And I want to show you off.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
You are correct, you do not. You are a great wife. Now come home and love me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
Do not insult my fur-child!
I will cuddle with her, because my wife neglects me.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
How about something better?
[video attachment]
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
... Yes. I did.
I named her Topanga.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
Four paws. Cute nose.
Very fluffy; also a kitten.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
I ate yours and mine.
I miss you, grumpy.
Also, I bought a kitten.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
And? I like jokes of all kinds!
At some point, ice cream will be involved.
I also got us matching, embroidered pajamas. 😊
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
That is not fair.
Tell me the joke and you can choose where we go out tonight.
Because like a good wife, I am taking you out on a date.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
Am I too horse-like for you? 😉
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
... Not even a gropey-hug?
I am offering my body as a consolation, here.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 Soleil
Relax, babe.
Need a massage?
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 You are soft.
*wraps arms around*
You can still be a f*ckboy, though. You are not innocent.
*Eskimo kisses*
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 *pft's*
I am being a 'f*ckboy'.
You are a f*ckboy too, you just mask it with romanticism.
Rhiannon Whitaker 04/01/17 *grins*
Luck has nothing to do with it. You had a pretty ring, and I am a sucker for romance.
And I liked your dog.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 *blinks*
That is a silly question.
*tucks back a strand of hair*
You, my wife, are stunning regardless of the color of your hair. Make the choice that fulfills you.
*points at her heart*
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 It is okay. I like your complexities.
*reaches over to comb back hair*
If you were simple...
*leans in, grins*
This would not be any fun.
*kisses forehead*
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 ... You are so hard to please.
Fish is much less maintenance compared to you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 You know, the 'mood'.
*air quotes*
The one where I do not wear an avocado face mask, or my bunny slippers.
*waggles brows*
Because I am a 'f*ck boy'.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 *hugs*
*back scratchies*
You are much too sensitive.
Is baby talk killing the mood?
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 If we have two, we may as well have twelve. Right?
*cups chin*
And if we have twelve, we might as well have twenty.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 *climbs on*
*very needy*
I like Fish. And you. I do not require a baby, ever.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 Soleil.
*snorts and snickers simultaneously*
No one is having eight babies. However convenient it may be for a farm. Copacetic?
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 Oh, good! Then you shall be the only one having octuplets.
*pats her stomach*
We'll name them after the seven dwarfs, and the eight can be Soleil Jr.!
Elouise Orlav 03/31/17 Soleil
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 There is not any drama. She is very high-strung, I presume. Do not worry your pretty little head.
*kisses cheek*
... Pregnant? With octuplets?
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 Boss?
That is adorable. Why are you so on edge?
*pokes side*
You are the only one worried here. I shall make steak and potatoes for your fat friend, and we shall all be friendly.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 But she came first, did she not?
*is having way too much fun with this*
I am not threatened by this woman, Soleil. I think it is sweet. You are allowed to have friends, eccentric or otherwise.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 Oh, I see.
*grins at*
Your 'friend'. I am the other woman then, yes?
Elouise Orlav 03/31/17 Soleil
I didn't threaten anyone!
Well. It was polite encouragement...
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 'Gilmore Girls'.
*waves phone at*
Who is this? And why are they threatening me over you and Fish?
Elouise Orlav 03/31/17 Soleil
If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
Are you trying to... Impress someone? ;)
Elouise Orlav 03/31/17 Soleil
Sexiest b*tch I know no matter what.
Blonde is best, obviously.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 *squeezes*
*snatches away food*
Ice cream? I love...
Ice cream.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 ... No, of course not.
*crawls out of hiding*
I am so excited to see you.
*unclear if she's referring to food or wife*
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 *doesn't answer*
*snipes with nerf gun*
*heinous snickering*
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 Soleil
That may be the sexiest thing you have ever said to me.
We also need almond milk!
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 The Wife
Is that even a question? Pop corn.
Fish wants spare ribs! 🐶🍖
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 Soleil
Long day; and I miss you.
Don't forget the soy sauce!
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 Soleil
Twelve egg rolls and a gallon of soy sauce.
Mostly importantly, you.
I require a hug. Several hugs, in fact.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/31/17 Soleil
Dear Wife,

I am hungry. Please bring home Chinese food.

Yours, Wife
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/30/17 ... Okay, okay! I am convinced!
*so smothered*
I will still be purchasing the teacup pig.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/30/17 *still pouting*
But I require the free labor now.
Fine. I still want the farm.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/30/17 Because we have matching friendship sweaters. They are sacred.
*intense pouting*
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/30/17 He does. You just do not get to see it.
*sticks tongue out*
How about sextuplets? Is that more reasonable?
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/30/17 ... Sometimes I get bored.
But it's easier than putting a sweater on you!
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/30/17 I'll just have the eight babies, then.
*pinches cheek*
You are not moody. You are just difficult. Like trying to put a sweater on a cat.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/30/17 Hey, it is my fantasy. You are not allowed to rewrite the script!
*grabs hands*
With the marvels of modern medicine, you can have all eight babies at once! And then I shall have plenty of free labor.
*triumphant nod*
*starts snickering again*
I am kidding. Not about the farm. Maybe about the octuplets.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/29/17 Can we have a farm? You would not have to get a single speck of dirt under your nails.
I appreciate hard work. And I like animals. You can be my farm-wife.
*evil snicker*
Barefoot, pregnant, chasing chickens with a broom.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/29/17 *mockingly wipes brow*
Oh, good. You will consider it without sexual favors.
We can have puppies too. And the horses. And maybe a pig! Oh. A 'teacup' pig. I would also like a few cows.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/29/17 ... I want to raise horses.
*juts out lower lip*
Why not?
*knits brow*
Can I convince you with sexual favors?
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/29/17 *mumbles something incoherent*
Can we buy a horse? Oh, wait. A horse farm? Near a lake. So that I can do yoga when the sun rises, right next to the water.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/29/17 *silent*
*bats away finger*
*kisses nose*
... Can I talk now?
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/29/17 *assuring nod*
Don't smile at me like that, you wicked temptress.
*snorts for the 100th time*
Don't act so surprised. You know what my true opinion of you is.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/29/17 *pft's*
*grins at*
I trust you, too.
You're what the 'Internet' would call a 'ten out of ten'.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/29/17 *tilts head*
Of course I think it is a good idea. I would not have suggested it otherwise.
*cups cheek*
It is your place. You may meet my sister, too. Margot would like you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/29/17 *tugs on*
Come on.
*kisses both cheeks*
You should meet Callum. You might even like him. He's kind. He really loved the me before... Me. But he's moved on.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/29/17 Well --
*furrows brow*
Hey. You have nothing to worry about.
I'll sign my name and initial here and there. It shall be a... 'Done deal'.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/29/17 *sits up straight*
I see you. I notice things.
*clears throat*
I think it will, too. But...
I need to double check I'm actually divorced.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/29/17 You notice things. You are perceptive.
*prods right back*
I will be more observant now.
*squints at*
I don't tolerate you. I like you.
Remi Rose 03/29/17 Was thinking of you.. and it made me do a silly little dance.

Rhiannon Whitaker 03/28/17 *blank expression*
Now you just make me feel guilty.
*frowns at*
I think we both tolerate each other in equal measure. And if not, I am certainly a hand full.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/28/17 *sits up, narrows gaze*
... A compliment?
*leans over, kisses*
I like your smile. And your eyes. And your laugh.
*pokes side*
I think you're a kind person. Satisfactory?
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/28/17 *curls up next to*
*is the most snuggly*
I think any adjective will offend you.
You are lucky that you are lovable. Like Fish. But you smell better.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/28/17 Yes, I know. You are what one might call a 'sucker'.
You make me happy. Just thought you should know.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/28/17 *the most offended ever*
I am nice! I cook, and...
*huffs indignantly*
I am nice!
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/28/17 *opposite of annoyed*
If I'm too nice, you'll get comfortable. And I read that comfortable people get fat.
*kisses forehead*
I like you just the way you are, touchy.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/28/17 Soleil
Stop singing in the shower. I'm trying to sleep.
And you're tone deaf. ❤
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/28/17 You are very high in demand, that is all. I guess I should be glad I married you.
*kisses cheek*
Which I am. Except for when you forget popcorn.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 No I do not. But I plan on not getting murdered.
*swats at hands*
And no. But you should probably turn off your text-previews. You can read my messages if you want.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 Your friends haven't come here with fire and pitchforks, so I believe I should extend them the same courtesy. That, and I don't want to poke the bear.
*taps phone*
The one who texts you at all hours of the day seems especially unhinged.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 I think you're okay just the way you are.
*very matter-of-fact*
*not mushy as hell like Soleil*
*maybe just a little mushy*
And I can live without you and Fish for a day or two. I won't die. Well, I might be slightly bored, but I'll find something to do. Like snoop through your things again.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 Mock all you want, but I think it is.
*pats head*
Friends are important. I have friends too.
It just so happens yours may or may not be certifiably insane.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 Yes, I am aware. I have the ring to prove it.
*kisses nose*
Why? I don't mind. I am not the jealous type. I am rather secure in this relationship. We do yoga.
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 It's not really a choice. That's why it's called molestation.
I mean snuggles, you ass. So much, you're gonna die.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 How would you know? You're asleep. I'll film you next time. My iPhone can do that.
*wide grin*
That is fine. Unless your other bride has a problem with it.
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 I'm gonna molest the sh*t out of you. I got us new, matching onesies. And fluffy pillows!
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 Oh my god, no. I want fun, sober Soleil.
-clings to-
I was promised Soleil time!
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 Prove it, skank.
-narrows eyes-
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 I know, I know. You talk about me in your sleep all of the time.
It is cute. Except when you talk and snore. It is like a lawnmower.
*blinks at*
Yes, of course that is fine. Fish is not my dog.
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 -pregasaurus rex-
Yeah, yeah. I'm not mad. You're just a l'il b*tch. I'm married to a l'il b*tch. I can't believe it.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 Mm... Yes. And you like my cooking.
And I like your dog. It's a fair exchange.
*eskimo kisses*
And you don't smell bad, so that helps.
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 -tries to b*tch slap-
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 Yes, obviously.
*tugs on sleeve*
Bring milk too. But, first.
*half-tackles, kisses cheek*
You're a good wife.
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 -headbutts-
Shut up. It's gonna be tequila, and we are gonna almost die.
Well, you might. I won't. I'm currently serving as a host to a adorable, satanic parasite.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 *lowers voice*
Between you and me, I like holding you better. But Fish is self-conscious.
*flicks nose*
Go get the box of Devil Dogs, and we can watch Daredevil. Fair warning, I will fall asleep on you.
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 -swats-
Yeeeeeesssss, b*tch.
I might even buy you some tequila.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 *rolls eyes*
If you were not cute, you would definitely be sleeping at the foot of the bed with Fish.
*wraps back around*
I am tired and hungry. Fix one of these for me, and you earn REO back.
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 Deal.
A walk. And dinner. And a movie. And snuggles. I get a full day. Full.
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 -definitely trying to smother-
Maybe. But I want my dog back. And my wife.
I'll give her 40 percent of your time.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 *more offended than before*
... Then you have to earn sleeping in my bed!
You have to earn Peter Gabriel, then. And REO.
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 -squints-
Shut up. No. I like noodles, and steak, and not sharing. Emphasis on the not sharing bit. Especially my dog.
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 -snakes around-
-squeezes again-
Rambo is fine. He's getting fat.
And so am I! But I'm fine. How are you?
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 Y'know. Just being pregnant.
-drums stomach-
I'm a slug.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 ... Hey!
*grabs* I do deserve The Weeknd.
*innocent smile*
And you deserve Peter Gabriel. Most of the time.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 *so offended*
... You don't deserve Peter Gabriel!
*tazes sides*
You don't deserve my moves.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 *suddenly determined*
I should warn you, I'm a master of seduction.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/27/17 *squints at*
Are you insinuating that you want me to be insinuating?
*cups her chin*
Maybe. You did skimp on the popcorn.
Elouise Orlav 03/27/17 -squeals-
-death grip-
Ohemgee, you're here!
-smothers- sum'uv'a'bish.
Elouise Orlav 03/26/17 Good Wife
I'm buying extra snacks. And getting more pillows and blankets.
And Fish gets extra snacks!!
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/26/17 It is okay. I still think you are cute.
*knits brow*
So you don't want to do tantric yoga?
*stifles laughter*
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/26/17 Are you capable of waking up that early? You sleep like a rock.
*prods side*
This isn't any of that Hollywood, tantric yoga. Just so you're aware.
*giant smirk*
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/26/17 ... Deal.
*lays on, because she's lazy*
I'll wear the sweater if you come to yoga with me. Or cycling class. And then we can get frozen yogurt.
Elouise Orlav 03/26/17 Bad Wife
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/26/17 I'm not not divulging anything. Just ask.
*flicks her temple*
Much taller, thank you. And I'd like to think I dress better.
*big, triumphant grin*
I will take those comments as compliments. Assuming you think I'm cute now, I must have been then, too.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/26/17 Soleil
See? Adorable!
[image attached]
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/26/17 *squishes her cheek with a finger*
I wasn't buckled in. We have discussed the amnesiac thing, though. Maybe not the details? I only know what Margot told me.
I was adorable. Hold on.
*taps away on phone*
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/25/17 *blinks*
You know, the whole through the car windshield thing?
*taps head*
And, yes, you did have a tragic stage. But it is okay, as I have seen pictures, and I know I was adorable. I will give you a picture of me as a child, to prove this. And you may even make it your phone background.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/25/17 *pauses, squints at*
Must be the head injury. I don't remember where I was going with that.
*such a little sh*t*
*reaches for*
If it helps, you were an adorable child. Tragic, but adorable.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/25/17 *swats at*
Well, that is your opinion. I gave up marijuana in the sev-.
*clears throat*
I did not find anything of consequence. At least, nothing I'm giving back. The picture of you without your front teeth is now my phone background.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/25/17 But exercise is a natural high. You won't even require the marijuana.
*knits brow*
I did not go through your things. My feet were cold, and Fish wouldn't lay on them. And after I took your fuzziest pair of socks, I also... Snooped.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/25/17 As much as I love bonding with Fish, I'd rather force you to go to yoga class with me.
*big, pathetic doe eyes*
I think you'd like it. If you get drunk first. Or smoke the grass I found in your sock drawer.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/24/17 *huffs and grumbles more*
Not dramatic.
*playfully shoves*
What? You're not going to take me with you?
I'm the chef de cuisine, here.
Remi Rose 03/24/17 -slides past-
-snaps pics with smartphone-
-slides away-
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/24/17 *grumbles under breath*
... Not needy.
*throws self back dramatically*
Only M&M's? This shall suffice.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/24/17 *leans on*
*nonchalant shrug*
Whatever you want. I do, however, expect popcorn.
... Where is the fluffy blanket?
Lloyd R Darrow 03/23/17 To: Tiny Lesbian Friend
Subject: Apologies

Caitlyn told me what happened, and I feel it necessary to deliver my most sincere apologies. I am abhorred by my lack of decorum the other evening. My siblings are.. Fun. Do feel welcome to come for breakfast any time, however.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/23/17 *feigns confidence*
Oh, yes, the Netflix. I know of this.
*plops on couch*
Let us watch this 'Iron Fist'.
*incredibly matter-of-fact*
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/23/17 *blinks at*
Like Captain America? Sure! Do you have the comics?
*not up to date at all*
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/22/17 That sounds like music to my ears.
*begins to drag away*
And I'll even let you choose the show, because I'm gracious.
*pauses to clear throat*
That, and I stole your pajamas.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/22/17 *mock gasp*
I don't want anything!
*lowers tone*
Except maybe snuggles.
Elouise Orlav 03/22/17 Soleil
Noooo. Spend time with your wife, loser.
I have cheetos and my body pillow, I'll be fine.
Love you too, tho. 💕
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/22/17 *loops arms around*
I'm charmed in similar fashions, believe it or not.
*prods muscles*
You're so tough. Don't these guns scare people off?
*total suck up*
Remi Rose 03/22/17 In a store, Soleil! In a store!
Antiquing? Yeah, I always pictured under all of that platinum and eye liner an old lady.
Now you're a married old lady..
Elouise Orlav 03/22/17 Soleil
Details, details.
I'll be sleeping here, all lonely and unsnuggled and UNLOVED.
Remi Rose 03/22/17 -dim enough not to notice-
Or.. You happened by a store, saw something you liked, thought of someone that caught your heart and you bought it.
No worries. Secret is safe.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/22/17 Yes! It bonded us. And then we shared some frozen yogurt. 'Froyo', as the kids say.
*bats at*
It's fine, I'll take it off of him later.
Elouise Orlav 03/22/17 Soleil
Omfg. Use protection!
I'm just going to cuddle with --
Remi Rose 03/22/17 But why? When it feels so good..
-head bobs-
I'm happy you're happy.
So, you just keep wedding rings on hand?
Elouise Orlav 03/22/17 Wife 4 Life
I'm in your bed, and you're not here! 😡
Remi Rose 03/22/17 Yeah?
-head pops up-
I didn't even know you were dating anyone.
-waggles brows-
She's hooked, huh?
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/22/17 ... Yes, I was quite serious. Look how pretty he is in pink!
*points at snoozing doggo*
He had a lot of fun. It was zen.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/22/17 You're home!
*if she had a tail, it would be wagging*
*clears her throat*
I have few talents. Cooking, however, is one of them. Lucky you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/22/17 Soleil
Move faster, I'm bored, and the dog is sleeping.
I would like married life too, if I had a beautiful wife cooking lobster. ;)
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/22/17 Soleil
Seafood, unless you're allergic. I should know this, shouldn't I?
8 o'clock.
Fish needs more treats. I... Sort of gave him the entire box.
Remi Rose 03/22/17 -blinks-
..wait, wha?
I wasn't out for like a month or something and didn't realize it?
-lower lip trembles-
..I was drugged...
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/22/17 Soleil
Well, you're welcome.
I'm making dinner tonight, do not be late.
Bring alcohol, buyer's choice.
Remi Rose 03/22/17 Tequila? Vodka? Fireball?
-had em' all-
-had been gone all day yesterday in hangover hell-
-has some work to do if she is going to keep up with these ladies-
What'd I miss?
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/22/17 To: Soleil
Fish and I got manicures this morning.
Also, you snore.
Lloyd R Darrow 03/22/17 I had to be straight, by default. Right?
-lifts up, swings-
That is wonderful! Isn't marriage fantastic? They cook food, and love you, and sometimes take the dogs out in the morning!
-regains composure, sets down-
.. Yes. Another night. Thank you for the ride, Soleil.
Lloyd R Darrow 03/21/17 -hugs-
-slightly weepy-
You should meet my sister! She's.. Bisexual, maybe. I don't know. My brother is gay, though. We can all go out to the bars tomorrow. Drinks on me!
Lloyd R Darrow 03/21/17 Ah.. I see.
-clears throat-
This is why I never dated American women. Caitlyn is an exception, obviously. But in fairness, she doesn't act American.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 We'll see.
*wraps self around wife*
Because I lied. I'm scared of the dark, and I left my nightlight at home.
Lloyd R Darrow 03/21/17 Soleil. I am qualified to practice both Scots and English Law, and can legally practice law in the state of New York. I may not know what a snack is, but I am not stupid.
-vaguely lucid moment-
I'll ask Bing.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 I could always hyphenate it, for legal purposes. And your ego.
*winks at*
*pulls on sleeve*
I'm ready to sleep. If you murder me in my sleep, Fish will never forgive you.
Lloyd R Darrow 03/21/17 Water. Yes. A whole lot of it.
-pokes back-
-very confused-
Caitlyn will not tell me precisely what a 'snack' is, in the context of dating. What is it?
Caitlyn Darrow 03/21/17 Soleil
Of course! If you don't remind the dogs or the kids that is. Haha
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 I like my name. Do you like your name? And Fish?
*taps chin*
Maybe we should decide tomorrow over breakfast.
Lloyd R Darrow 03/21/17 Compound, please.
-glances over-
You are a selfless human being. I love you more than anyone else.
-horribly intoxicated-
-only charming because of accent-
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 Considering I'm asleep, I do morning have an accurate answer for that.
We should have written that into the vows.
Caitlyn Darrow 03/21/17 Text reply:
Thank you! You should join us for breakfast sometime! ..Maybe not tomorrow. I'm not sure if he'll be hungover.
Lloyd R Darrow 03/21/17 -bleary eyed-
-crawls into car-
-knees to chest-
I think Caitlyn's s'gonna kill Jane.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 Yes, and I am a Queen, so it is a perfect 'Rhiannon'-sized fit. But I am selfless, and will shared with my bride.
*flicks her cheek*
Be nice, or you get the floor. I am a blanket monster, after all.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 *takes phone*
*takes selfie for good measure*
I suppose there is room for you in this bed, then. Fish can have the dog bed.
Lloyd R Darrow 03/21/17 Text reply:

ok. I THINK JANE. NO CAPS. PHONE. there. i think jane is going home w/ big russian man.
cait is the prettiest. nd the nIcEst. good breakfast maker. hav you met our boys? i am cold. it is cold here.
Caitlyn Darrow 03/21/17 Text Reply:
Oh thank you Soleil! I was trying to get the location out of him to call Uber. I would feel better if you picked him up though. I can give you some money for the gas.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 *plops down beside*
The latter. And, yes, they are! You are worth a power ballad, I think. Do you not like them? Be honest. I have tough skin.
Lloyd R Darrow 03/21/17 Text reply:

yEs. I send location 2 u.
you should meet wife. cAIT is the BEST.

[Location Sent]
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 *shrugs shoulders*
This afternoon. I liked the one with the 'Daft Punk'.
Why? Did you listen to REO Speedwagon?
Lloyd R Darrow 03/21/17 Text reply:

Mscw. Musk cow. VOICE TO TEXT. WRONG. Moscow. there. yes.
call wife. she]s very pretty. do u know cait>
[New Contact Shared]
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 *finger waves*
*sashays, because FLAWLESS*
Have fun cuddling your dog. I'm sure his breath isn't that bad.
Lloyd R Darrow 03/21/17 Text reply:

lLoyd. Ldoyl. LLOYD.
what app. dO you kn;ow where wif is? C[ Cait. Wife. Wifecait.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 If that's what you want!
*not THAT stupid*
I'll just be here, partially nude, listening to the Weekday. Wait. 'Weeknd'.
Lloyd R Darrow 03/21/17 To: Tiny Lesbian Friend
Subject: Uber

h;ow drunk istoo is too ddrunk? Wehre do I find an oober uber? Uber? woman at the bar c'lld me a snack.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 Sometimes, yes. But don't tell anyone.
I'm easily persuaded. With chocolate, that is.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 *trails after*
Your dog, yes. Also my new friend. We shared a smoothie today.
*tugs on her ear*
I think you're just jealous Fish and I have common hobbies.
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 -pfts-
My kid is going to have a liver of steel. If you think there isn't going to be rum in his bottle, you're sorely mistaken.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 *narrows eyes*
Hm. I approve of this offering. You may sleep at the foot of my bed now. I promised Fish the spot next to me already.
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 -rolls eyes-
Yeah. I know.
Machine Gun is going to be my new BFF, so. Well. Second BFF. Unless he's cuter than you.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 That's just incorrect. Snickers are the only worthwhile chocolate candy. The caramel, the nuts, all of it.
*jabs at*
As my bride, you must support this.
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 Yeah, I did! Well. We'll see.
-lowers voice-
I'm afraid I'm know...get...
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 *rolls eyes dramatically*
Snickers are my favorite snack. I thought it was a compliment. Would you prefer to be something gross? Like Almond Joy? Or Mounds?
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 -snickers-
No, no. She's alive. Well, at least I didn't poison her.
What the hell do you think of me?!
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 *eyes over*
Is that so? You're not... 'Shrimpy'.
*stifles a giggle*
You're just fun-snized. Like Halloween snickers.
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 I'll be as nice as I want to be.
-scowls-*t. That's a really good question.
Have you...uh...seen Remi today?
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 *scoffs*
I'm a responsible step-mother. I won't let him get heart disease young.
*swats at*
You could join us tomorrow. You might like it.
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 -shifty eyes-
I thought I poisoned her...
-wide eyes-
So who died, then?
Winter Summers 03/21/17 Winter actually gives her a semi shocked look. "You actually wanna be friends with me? My goodness I should mark this on the calendar! It's such a rare occasion! But of course we can be friends! I'm AMAZING to have a friend! I do all the fun stuff! Really I have yet to find something I wont do. Does that make me sound bad?"

He shrugs yet again knowing very well it probably did indeed make him sound bad. "Yes burning bras! Come we shall start with yours! Unless they are cute then we shall spare them! But they have to be the CUTEST!"
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 -blinks-
-chases down, violent tackle-
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 The blame lies firmly with you, wife of mine.
*winks at*
It's fine. Fries would only negate the yoga Fish and I did earlier. We're focusing on our cores.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 How could you ask such a thing? Look how innocent and naive I am.
*bats lashes at*
Really, I was hoping you would bring French fries. But vodka shall do. I'm not too picky.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 *blinks at*
*handed so many things at once*
I gave him a bath, and some milkbones. He's sleeping on the bed. Rather, I should say, in the bed. He's tucked as snug as a bug.
Nathan Krieger 03/21/17 The man gave a suspicious side glance at the woman's words. She had all but admitted it was going to be spiked with some sort of illegal substance. When given the smile he would return it with a defeated sigh. "I suppose I will. I only hope I don't wake up naked in a Denny's parking lot."
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 To: Soleil
I took Fish for a walk today.
He only has two legs now.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 To: Soleil
I don't have a preference.
Pretty, like you.
Ah. I understand this... F*ckboy description now.
I like daisies.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 To: Soleil
Like a good bride, I didn't even correct you.
I'd like to think I'm relatively close-by, hence the breakfast offer. Don't forget the morning post; I like to do the crossword.
Sweet dreams.
[Location Shared]
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 To: Soleil
Guess. See? I can be cryptic, too. ;)
I would say yes, only I don't think you've earned me in a bikini yet. I expect to be woo'd. I like flowers.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 To: Soleil
Fun means I have to use my 'noggin'. My noggin is tired.
French fries it is. That I shall be eating, here, by myself, alone. Sans wife.
Because you are... Where, exactly? Tsk, tsk.
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 -snickers-
My cute, shrimpy little wife.
I love you anyway!
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 To: Soleil
For a spouse, you are very cryptic.
I shall come seduce these answers out of you.
Either with my body, or with fast food. I would offer both, but I cannot afford to spoil you this early on. High expectations are the death of any good relationship.
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 -taps chin-
-wide eyes-
I don't think so. And yes, just a smidgen. But it's okay.
-tosses, tackles-
...because I'm stronger than you, and taller, and more intimidating. Duh.
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 No one. Nothing.
They're secrets!
Don't worry, nothing serious. No dead bodies. I think.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 To: Soleil
What is a f*ckboy?
Why am I a f*ckboy?
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 -scowls-
Good. I don't keep secrets from you.
Well...does it count if they're not my secrets to tell?
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 To: Soleil
Gross? I asked my phone how to flirt using food references. Was that not flirting? I shall try again later.
I believe, in part, because you are what one would call a 'geek'.
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 -hard prod-
Yeah, you are.
You've got a look.
What aren't you telling me?
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 -squints-
You seem different.
Cuter, almost. Did you somehow get more cute?!
-accusatory glare-
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/21/17 *still learning phone stuff*
*so, so naive*

To: Soleil
We should get breakfast tomorrow. I shall cook.
How do you take your eggs? Scrambled? Or fertilized?
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 ...really?
You're the best. And you're comfy. And you cook a good egg.
Elouise Orlav 03/21/17 -moody-
-paws at-
You're my best friend. For realsies.
Winter Summers 03/20/17 "Oh I do like you, I see why Elouise made you her girlfriend! That does make me wonder how that works with the marriage thing. Does that make you my girlfriend as well? I mean your hair is short you work it don't get me wrong but I don't think I braid it." Glances at her hand. "I can do the nails though, and before this gets weird. I'm gay, well pretty much gay once every blue moon I bang a woman."

He shrugs his shoulders. "I really don't get the point of bras if I'm being honest. So thankful I was born a male! We could attempt to start a revolution burn all the bras! Everyone everywhere! F#ck those things!"
Elouise Orlav 03/20/17 Soleil
Snuggle Time.

-bursts in a second later-
-pounces on-
-needy af- you.
Remi Rose 03/20/17 Then shots are a must.
Lots and lots of shots.
-could taste the salted lime as they spoke-
Nathan Krieger 03/20/17 "I can see that." The man adjusted the luggage in his arms. He hadn't even gotten to his room yet and already he was being welcomed. This was definitely a change of pace. "The Kool Aid isn't drugged, is it? I have a feeling it's drugged."
Remi Rose 03/20/17 -links up to-
Because I can actually drink?
FYI, not sure if I want to dance tonight. Maybe after a few shots..
Nathan Krieger 03/20/17 The man's eyes grew wide in surprise at how fast word had spread. Wait...he was a topic of conversation? This was their plan all along. "Oh God...this was a trap."

"Well, what can I say? She had me at Kool Aid."
Remi Rose 03/20/17 -blinks-
Yes? Yes!
-grabs belongings-
Let's go!
Remi Rose 03/20/17 -is a little naive-
-has yet to pick up on the b*tchiness-
After all of that, I really want a drink now.
Remi Rose 03/20/17 Thank you.
You're really nice.
I'm glad you're my friend.
-wipes eyes-
Can't help it.. I enjoy people immensely. Especially good people.
Remi Rose 03/20/17 Yeah..
-heavy sighs-
Does it make me weird to worry? I haven't had kids or anything but I can't believe it is without pain or worry.
Remi Rose 03/20/17 No.
She says Jameson is her doctor but she doesn't even know what kind of doctor he is.
I don't think gynecology is his specialty.
Winter Summers 03/20/17 Winter snapped his fingers as he heard the name. "So you are the famous Soleil! Elouise talked about you! Invited me to the trip to Mexico said we'd get along and I'd love you. I believe were the exact words. Of course I declined the offer, who wants to be a third wheel am I right? Besides Mexico is NOT on my places to go."

Once again he goes silent for that mer moment. "Alright to be fair I don't really wanna go anywhere! It's really the whole having to be clothed thing that gets me. Woes of being a nudist." Slightly hoped he wasn't talking too much or making this awkward.
Elouise Orlav 03/20/17 She's a vampire. And she hurt my husband. I don't trust her. Why would I like her?
-slaps vodka away-
This isn't Mexico. If I'm sober, you're sober!
Remi Rose 03/20/17 I think we should start off by getting her a legit OBGYN.
I don't want nothing bad to ever happen..
-all jokes aside, she looked scared-
Remi Rose 03/20/17 ..I'm not sure.

Remi Rose 03/20/17 Hells yeah!
Though.. Elli might die and come back as a vampire.
Would you adore her still if she wanted to drink your blood?
Would that make her baby like.. the devil?
Elouise Orlav 03/20/17 ...yeah. He's married to Noura.
They're happy, so that's something. It doesn't mean I'm going to stop terrorizing her.
Let's go make lemonade and play Monopoly.
Remi Rose 03/20/17 You two are the greatest!
Or it's just some wicked way to get me drunk..
Either way, I love it!
I told Elouise that we need to go dancing once she creates life.
You in?
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/20/17 The angel draws her hands back, continuing once more on her venture into salty and sweet heaven. Her eyes scan over the reversed tan of her fourth finger, the absence of her engagement ring and wedding band. She had left them both behind when she had left Callum. In the process of considering the existence of any significant other, her mind drifts to Cassie.

Cassie, the pesky rescue that Rhiannon and Callum had owned for years. The medium-sized, All-American mutt that continued to love her even though mentally, Rhiannon simply wasn't the same person. The angel was baffled by the capacity of love that humans carried, but having it be unconditional was not something that could always be counted upon. Dogs, however, were different. Once they started loving you, it would never end. She subsequently feels a pang of guilt for having left poor Cassie behind. "Just a dog. Though she's not very territorial."
Winter Summers 03/20/17 Winter shot the woman a charming smile mostly because ALL his smiles were charming! He could even look pretty when he's in pain! "Oh I think I like you, complimenting me and asking for my work out routine! Really I just do A LOT of running! Because I can NOT afford to get fat and I tend to eat a lot with Elouise so ya know!"

He goes silent for a mer moment. "I suppose I don't do a lot of squats I was just born with a naturally great booty! You'd think I would have ended up horrible given all the drugs my mother did! Anywho! I'm Winter Summers! Care to tell me your name lovely?"
Elouise Orlav 03/20/17 What the fudge! You need to meet him! We've been BFFs since the day we met.
He's handsome, and a good cook, and a great snuggler! Oo! And the beard!
Elouise Orlav 03/20/17 It is! But it really isn't. I just like being dramatic. It makes it way more interesting.
Yeah. Doesn't everyone? Have you not met Jason?!
Winter Summers 03/19/17 Winter was actually wearing clothing around The Order compound for once in his life. Mostly because he was going to leave, simply could NOT roam around naked outside. Well he could but he might be put on a list and he couldn't afford that! He was happily heading for the exit when he felt it.

He froze for a mer moment, it wouldn't be the first time someone felt him up. Of course he assumed it was for the same reason everyone in this god forsaken realm did it his money. Which is why his wallet was always in his front pocket! He slowly turn and looked down at the girl.

Soleil just failed at stealing money from you!

"Can I help you love? Did you merely wish to feel my booty? Key is to do squats! Plus it makes your thighs look good! It's really a win win situation!"
Elouise Orlav 03/19/17 ...pretty sure, yeah.
-paws back-
He's my guy. We're always good, even when we aren't. It's called marriage.
-squishes cheek-
I have a back-up husband just in case. Except he's kind of my brother-in-law now. Ugh.
Elouise Orlav 03/19/17 -rolls eyes-
-snuggles with blankets-
What Jameson thing? He and I are fine. I just missed him.
My marriage is solid as a rock. You have nothing to apologize for.
Elouise Orlav 03/19/17 -donkey kicks-
No, b*tch, my blanket now.
I miss Mexico. It was warm.
Elouise Orlav 03/18/17 -climbs into bed-
-steals all the covers-
Love meeeee!
-so, so pathetic-
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/18/17 ">Good? Why, it is a masterpiece. Hemingway could not pen an adequate description of the sensations my taste buds are experiencing at present." Rhiannon flashes her teeth in a broad grin, her exuberance palpable at present. She is an easily-impressed individual. While it could often be to her own detriment, in this instance, the trait seems to pay itself off quite admirably.

Before she takes another bite, Rhiannon reaches over, prodding Soleil's left hand - in particular, her ring finger. "No... Significant other?" Out of habit, her head tilts to the side as it usually does, her manner never deviating from gentle curiosity. "Unless of course you are simply not married. Then again, I assume you would not make a habit out of holding stranger's hands if you were involved with someone."
Elouise Orlav 03/18/17 -whines-
Wake uuuuuuup. Are you still hungover?
Remi Rose 03/17/17 Soleil
Back safe?
Elouise Orlav 03/16/17 -snickers-
Okay, chipmunk. Let's go home.
...piggy-back ride?
Elouise Orlav 03/16/17 -peers out from hiding place-
I couldn't resist!
Look how white the hand mark is!
Elouise Orlav 03/16/17 -resists temptation-*t.
-five-stars back-
-squeals and runs-
Remi Rose 03/16/17 Soleil
It will.
I think they know each other better than anyone.
So, on your way back?
Remi Rose 03/16/17 Soleil
Same sh*t, different toilet.
No. You've just been a good friend.
Elli needs to have someone around.
She's lucky to have you.
Remi Rose 03/16/17 Soleil
Yeah.. That Girl.
None of it is true, right?
Where is Jameson?
Elouise Orlav 03/16/17 Yeah, well. You win some, you lose some.
You look more like a lobster than a tan.
Elouise Orlav 03/16/17 -waves tabloid at-
I wanna go home.
Remi Rose 03/16/17 Sun Goddess
Thanks for the image!
She's a hottie with a big belly body!
Eat tons of Mexican food for me.
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 -snorts-
You know, you can be cute and scary. Like me!
-curls up beside-
-paws at-
Hold me, b*tch. I ate too much, I'm moody, and I need love.
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 Likes oranges? The woman is obsessed. One time Jameson stole her oranges, and they legitimately waged an all out war against one another. It was brutal. Lives were lost.
-kisses forehead-
You're so c-. ...strong. Buff. Imposing.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/15/17 “This is, by far, the best meal I’ve had in this lifetime.” The angel confirms with a head-bobbing motion, another fry entering her mouth less than a second after the last word. And even if she hadn’t had more than this meal, and, say, a few cups of diced fruit, she wasn’t lying. Nothing could possibly compare to a milkshake and fries. There was no combination greater – not peanut butter and chocolate, nor Hall & Oates. Rhiannon was in fast food euphoria.

“If I could live on this alone, I would. In fact, I think I will. You are welcome to join me.”
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 They're Caitlyn's, he's the step-father. Because of that, yes, they're cute.
-sticks tongue out-
I used to babysit Noah. We played with matches and ate brownies for breakfast. Mine were special. I think...maybe one time his was too. Oops.
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 -flicks nose-
Shut up.
-narrows eyes-
Kids are the filthiest, grossest little gremlins ever. I don't like them whatsoever. Except for the Darrows. And mine, unless he turns out to be a f*cking assh*le.
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 -big grin-
Good answer. I was testing you.
You won't be saying that when he needs a new diaper. Ohemgee. Gross. I'm so not hype about this anymore.
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 Do you know how much I love sleep? I love sleep so much. Somuch. Rambo is going to jack it all.
I know. Now, serious discussion time.
-leans in-
Extra cheese, or extra meat on the nachos?
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 Oh, trust me. I'm fine with it.
The fatter I get, the closer Rambo gets to gettin'. I'm ready for whiskey sunsets and tequila sunrises. ...well.
-scratches head-
Never mind. Just lots of crying. From me.
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 -hair flip-
Uh, yeah! There's some crazy sh*t going on in my uterus, and I'm trying to keep track.
Rambo will be doubling in weight in size soonish. Which means I'm going to get fat. Well. Visibly more fat.
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 I read a book, when for a run, and googled some baby stuff.
Spa day tomorrow. Are you gonna come? Or more bar festivities?
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 You're my wife! Of course I look out for you.
-loops arm around-
I'm glad we did too. You're the best.
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 Oo! Send it! I'm so photogenic!
It's okay. When you fell asleep on the beach today I re-upped your sunscreen.
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 -prods-
Can we snuggle after? And watch the stars?
And steal some turtle eggs?
Remi Rose 03/15/17 "Do it. Do it!"
"Lemme see!"
Remi Rose 03/15/17 "This could be you.."
Remi Rose 03/15/17 -blinks-
"Giiirrllll... You're making my ginger butt look tan over here. So, yeah. SPF 100+. Don't need a crispy Soleil."
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 Ugh. That must be fantastic.
Nachos! Tacos! Fajitas!
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 -cackles-
Yeah? I'm glad you're having fun. Come on.
I'm sensing an early bed-time for someone.
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 -swoops in-
Okay, boozey. Let's go get some dinner.
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 Soleil
Are you already drunk?
I'm coming to ruin your prospects.
You missed a lot of fun on the topless beach today. 😇
Elouise Orlav 03/15/17 Soleil
I'm coming off of the beach. Where are you?
I want nachos.
Remi Rose 03/15/17 Shrugs.
"You make it all seem so.. magically lame."
"Cabo? Uh, girl.. You need this vacay. Sun -IS- your friend."
Soleil will need SPF 100+ just to survive and not look like something new on the Burger King menu. Crunchy!
Remi Rose 03/15/17 "Okay, okay.. You got me! I'm no angel but do you believe that I could possibly smile enough where I look innocent?"

"You think it'll work?"
"Oh, Elli mentioned something about you two love one another and going on vacation.. without me!"
Eyes playfully.
Remi Rose 03/15/17 late response..

"Wanted posters? Never! I'm an angel.."
Not literally.
"So.. I heard you have gotten yourself caught up in something called love?"

Elouise Orlav 03/14/17 Pft. We'll see.
Piggy-back to the club? I've got Amazon woman strength, and I'm feeling generous.
Elouise Orlav 03/14/17 Who says I'm threatening you? It's a Romance language. Just let it sound sexy, even if I am talking about cutting your toes off with hedge trimmers.
Of course I'm going to dance with you. I just don't think you're ready for alla dis.
Elouise Orlav 03/14/17 Porque tu puedes beber, y yo no puedo.
-shifty eyes-
Eres el amor de mi vida y tú lo sabes. Cállate, perra.
-yanks on-
Dancing! Dancing! Dancing!
Elouise Orlav 03/14/17 -groans-
Te odio mucho.
-lowers voice-
Voy a vestirme como un luchador y asesinarte.
...okay. Yeah. Let's go.
Elouise Orlav 03/14/17 Why isn't is okay?
Me llamo señorita Smellouise. Me gustan los tacos!
Elouise Orlav 03/14/17 -grabs sombrero-
Vamonos! Quiero bailar con extraños!
-clears throat-
I speak Spanish. We'll be safe.
Elouise Orlav 03/14/17 -toothy grin-
-may be food drunk-
Juice? Juice. Juice.
Let's go dancing!
Elouise Orlav 03/14/17 -got caught trying to fit an entire burrito into her mouth-
-aggressive chewing-
... I miss alcohol somuch.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/14/17 With the tray now balanced in her hands, the brunette begins to weave her way towards a booth with ease. Sliding into the seat, however, her expression contorts in confusion. “… ‘Venmo’? Is that a…” She clears her throat, voice dropping a several octaves. “Is that a sexual favor?” She inquires, eyes darting around conspiratorially. “I don’t need anything in exchange for the food!”

Rhiannon briefly throws her hands up before the fries gain her full attention. “You can just get the next meal.” With an idle smile, she swipes a fry through the vanilla frosty, thereafter plopping it into her mouth.
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/12/17 “Yes. That’s. That would be hand-holding, yes.” She replies in a rushed intonation, just as she manages to side-check a booth upon their entrance. And then the trash receptacle. And finally, the metal gating that distinguishes the preferred formation of a line. The angel, amidst her many missteps and fumbled movements manages to drag Soleil along behind her.

Rhiannon of course, balks when she finds herself queued to order, at which point she attempts to slingshot the other woman forward. Like a car accident, it’s hard to look away. “Iced fries. French milk.” She states confidently. And then she blanches. “No, wait. Milk fries. Iced French.” She clears her throat, grasping for confidence that no longer seemed to exist. Her final attempt? “Food.”
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/11/17 “You’re a very bashful soul,” Rhiannon notes out-loud. Unlike Soleil, the angel does not have a filter to accidentally override. She speaks her mind, especially when making observations. “However, you do not need to constantly act as if at some point, your actions or words will drive me away.” In this very moment, Rhiannon makes a decision. Her mission. Or at least, a goal. If she were able to secure Soleil’s happiness, she would consider her journey in this vessel worthwhile.

The angel recalled the 1970s with mixed emotions. It was a tumultuous time for civil rights in the United States, life in San Francisco was easier, even if it wasn’t easy. It was certainly more heart-wrenching and difficult when the person you had chosen to love was in-fact, another woman, and therefore unlawful. Rhiannon, of course, recognizes in Soleil what is unspoken. “I will not disappear. Especially not before you get my mixtape.” There is no guarantee to the first part of her statement, but the angel offers a reassuring smile despite this fact.
Elouise Orlav 03/11/17 -scowls harder-
I’ll scowl if I want to.
Meeee. Me. My father is Scottish, but he lives in London. And he’s a horrible person.
Italy wasn’t as much fun without you, you know. You always support my bad ideas!
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/09/17 ’Do you think you loved him?’. The question swirls around in the angel’s mind. She considers the photographs, the videos, little love notes and holiday cards. Every minute detail of Callum and Rhiannon’s relationship had been documented, their love codified. The love the McKay’s had shared spanned nearly a decade, and perhaps for Callum, still endured. Despite this, the angel had left. And every day since, she questioned the correctness of her actions. “Yes, I think I did. At least, it looks that way in pictures. However, I think what makes a person happy changes.”

“And now, Margot and Callum have each other.” The angel had always found it interesting, the way that humans carried anguish in different ways. Some fell to alcohol, to drugs. Others, however, fall to those who may wallow with them. Rhiannon was content in knowing that at the very least, they would not be alone, even if the nature of their relationship was founded in mutual grief. Others might consider it inappropriate, but the angel accepted her replacement. As Rhiannon glances over at Soleil once more, she offers an innately calm smile. “All of the friends I had before the accident stopped calling once they figured out whoever I was before wasn’t coming back. I know wonder if I was a very good person, or if I surrounded myself with decent people. Present company aside, of course.”
Rhiannon Whitaker 03/05/17 “All time favorites?” She flashes her pearly whites, already shining to this ‘Soleil’. If she liked Fleetwood Mac, she was wife-material, certainly. The lingo Rhiannon did comprehend, and that which she didn’t was alarmingly bizarre. “You are my new favorite human.” If that sounded bizarre, Rhiannon didn’t acknowledge it. “Do not feign offense, I am not sure just how educated you are in real music.”

In past lives, she remembered Woodstock in 1969, of bathing in troughs and swaying to the Grateful Dead. Soleil was a young woman, and while she may be able to appreciate the greats, Rhiannon still recalled in vivid details the concerts and festivals. “Do you enjoy live music? I am still trying to figure out this… ‘Ticket Master’, but as soon as I do, I think I will follow Fleetwood Mac around the world. You are welcome to come. We can drink very large beers too quickly so they do not become warm and wave lighters in the air.”
Rhiannon Whitaker 02/25/17 Friendly. Yes. But I’ve also been informed skepticism is healthy.” The angel pauses, considering the tone she was setting forth. Humans were considerably more sensitive than she remembered. That, and she hadn’t yet warmed up to being a kind person. This particular woman seemed genuine, and so Rhiannon decided to shift her demeanor.

“Well, Soleil, I appreciate you coming out of your way to say hello.” Withdrawing her hand, Rhiannon uses it to fish out her newly acquired cellphone, still unsure how to properly navigate it. “Why don’t you leave your number, and then I might have the opportunity to be… Friendly.” Her eyes narrow. That sounded like a romantic advance. Rather, like she was prostituting herself. This was precisely why she did not go out of her way to communicate with others. However, she liked this one.
Rhiannon Whitaker 02/24/17 Rhiannon pretended not to take notice of all of the many passing faces, and how they stared. However, when some were so obvious, amusement demanded she stop and afford them some of her time. If only to find the root of their attentions.

Soleil. An interesting name. Caramel eyes analyze her body language, picking apart her body language for signs of her intentions. “Soleil? It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name Rhiannon.” She offers a hand, noting how flustered it may make the other woman. “Thank you for the welcome.” Perhaps it was far too devious of her to screw with this ‘Soleil’, but she couldn’t help it. The nervous pheromones she was leaking were potent.
Remi Rose 02/24/17 Had she actually needed to join a club to get into trouble?
According to 'That Girl'?
Was bad all by herself.
"Er.. No, I've kept my nose dry."
"So far.."
Digs a toe into the ground as hands ball up behind her.
"You wanna get into trouble?"
Remi Rose 02/24/17 -slides on by-
-flicks at the back of short, platinum locks on Soleil-
"Whatcha doing?"
Elouise Orlav 02/21/17 #1 Girl
I thought you said this filter was good? What about now?
Elouise Orlav 02/20/17 Soleil SoBae
Really? I'm gonna keep using it then.

Like, scale of 1-10, how hot?
Elouise Orlav 02/20/17 Wife4Life
Does this filter make me look pretty?
Elouise Orlav 02/16/17 -throws hands up-
Well, how should I know?!
-hops on bed-
...okay. So don't be offended.
-squints at-
Do you...y'know...have any...
Claire Cross 02/15/17 -chases Karen down hallway-

-stumbles, calls after-
Karen! Pop Tarts aren't on your diet!
Jameson Orlav 02/15/17 [number blocked]
{IMG rec'd}
Elouise Orlav 02/14/17 Can we get matching tattoos?
Oh em gee. Can we get Fish a new friend?
Jameson Orlav 02/14/17 Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Elouise is married to me,
not you.

Remi Rose 02/14/17 Knew of Elouise, they were foodie soulmates. They were meant to eat their weight in food together. It was a dream she'd hope would come true. Lloyd? Must have been the lawyer that Elouise had told her about.. but he was also the one she was linked with in the paper. Didn't even know him! Oh, how her ginger'ness got her in trouble already. Jameson. She had met the man but never caught his name. He was kind of huffy about knowing Domino's number and all. The rest? She was left to still meet.

The whole quick description of them all wasn't as terrifying as the last part. Incest? Tried not to cry right there. She was too pretty to have a double headed baby!!!

Slowly inhaled.
Calm, Remi.

"Sounds like a great assortment.." Had no clue on what else to say. They say that sometimes it's best to leave well enough alone.

Remi Rose 02/14/17 "Soleil? Well, it is -very- nice to meet you! Since entering the 'club' you have been the first I've met. Anything I should know? Any inside scoop you can share with a newcomer like myself?"

Wasn't exactly excited that she was on the Realm's radar. All for defending herself from some grabby man. Inwardly huffed. This was -not- how she wanted to make her mark..

Remi Rose 02/14/17 And it begun..
Approached with a few 'heys' and a welcome. Smiled and nodded. The woman seemed excited enough that she wasn't about to interrupt but had noticed that the woman never spoke her name. "My name is Remi, yours?"
Elouise Orlav 02/13/17 -nudges-
-big, puppy dog eyes-
What are we doing for Valentine's Day?
Nathan Krieger 02/12/17

The man had only just arrived and already he was being talked about. Every introverts dream, huh? Well, there was no use trying to fade into the background now so he might as well attempt to make allies. With the woman's two fingered sign, he mimiced her action in an awkward fashion. "Soleil, as in 'Sun'? Very intriguing name. I am Nathan. I appreciate the offer."
Elouise Orlav 02/11/17 Wife
Ella Donovan 02/07/17

~+Ella turned in the direction of the voice and smiled brightly to Soleil. People in the realm were friendly, but she still hadn't found anyone to tickle her fancy quite like Jameson had. She lifted her hand in a small wave of greeting. The kind smile never left her lips. +~

''Hello Soleil. I'm Ella, it's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for the warm welcome. People here are pretty friendly. ''
Noura Orlav 02/07/17 -Looks at-
...Does Fish eat people?
Noura Orlav 02/06/17 ...Yea... I found him. Turns out, I got kinda drunk last night, dressed up Karen, and set him loose. Karen is a boy, by the way.
-Lets out a not-at-all embarrassed laugh-
I'm Noura Saurus. And you must be Soleil.
Noura Orlav 02/05/17 Crap.
-Begins to hurry off-
Noura Orlav 02/05/17 -Kinda rushed, might be a little concerned-
-Sees new girl-
Hey! Have you seen Karen!
Elouise Orlav 02/04/17 Soleil
Uh, yeah!
Elouise Orlav 02/04/17 Soleil
The dog? Let's name it Jameson. 😌
Elouise Orlav 02/03/17 Soleil
Are you single?
You should meet my ex-husband.
We keep him in the basement.
Jameson Orlav 02/03/17 Soleil Soleil
You should probably inform my wife that if she leaves the continent without at least texting me, she's going to pay dearly.
Have fun!
Elouise Orlav 02/03/17 Soleil
[Contact Transferred: Hot AF Hubster]
Elouise Orlav 02/03/17 Soleil
Elouise Orlav 02/03/17 Soleil
That's what my husband is for.
Money money money.
And we're going to burn through all of it.
Elouise Orlav 02/03/17 Wtf Soleil
We'll fix that.
You're coming to Vegas with me.
Not RIGHT NOW. But soon.
Elouise Orlav 02/03/17 Soleil
Do you like to gamble?
Lloyd R Darrow 02/02/17 -nods-
Precisely. His sister is... Noura, I believe. Quite nice.
Other than that...

-slight shrug-
I can't speak for the character of anyone else. I haven't engaged. Best of luck to you.
-two finger salute-
Lloyd R Darrow 02/02/17 Mm. The club house. It's the nickname for the compound. It makes it sound less like a prison. See?
-motions around idly-
You'll find most everything you need here. And if you don't, it's best to ask the Doctor. He's quite skilled in acquisitions.
Lloyd R Darrow 02/02/17 As in the fruit, yes.
I see. In any case, I'm sure it was meant as a compliment. I wouldn't worry too much about that, or anything else. The... 'club house' is rather fun, depending on who you run into.
Lloyd R Darrow 02/02/17 Thank you! I'm sure you'll meet her soon. Caitlyn tends to gravitate towards the Orlavs. Best to greet her with anything orange-related. She's a bit of a fanatic.
-furrows brow-
-blinks- a way... I guess so. Why do you ask?
Lloyd R Darrow 02/02/17 -poorly hidden grin-
Ah, well, I suppose we're all foolish in some sense. My... wife is the connecting factor. The woman used to watch my... step-son.
-so, so awkward-
-so many new nouns-
I promise, I'm not weird. I just got married. I heard Mrs. Orlav recruits single people to add them to hers, so I got married before I was drugged into submission.
Lloyd R Darrow 02/02/17 -tilts head-
Whom are we discussing? The Doctor's wife, of course. I hear she's absolutely mental.
-brushes off shoulder-
I have a restraining order, so I wouldn't know.
Lloyd R Darrow 02/02/17 -stuffs hands in pockets-
Oh, it hasn't started yet? I'm surprised.
Apparently not know for her respect of personal space.
I wouldn't know from personal experience, I stay rather aloof of most of the dealings here
-clears throat-
However, always feel free to stop by my office. I'm usually in, and there are usually cookies. This job makes me stress eat emphatically.
Claire Cross 02/02/17 *takes another long swig from her bottle*
Are you sure? I'm the best matchmaker. It'll be fun! It's a mother-daughter bonding experience. We can even discuss it over Jack or Walker coffee in the morning.
Claire Cross 02/02/17 *grins ear to ear*
Don't worry. Scouts honor. When I'm not pet mothering I'll find you the perfect person.
*leans in close, whispering*
What is your vision of the perfect mate?
*starts taking mental notes.*
Claire Cross 02/02/17 *shrugs*
Karen is a donkey Noura adopted...or *hic* reshcued.
Pet mother means I watch the pets. I get paid to do that, or else I start trying to hook my children up.
Are you single newest Christ?
Claire Cross 02/02/17 *shakes hand*
*drinks from water bottle that smells suspiciously like vodka*
Pleasure to meet you Soleil. What a pretty name that is. If Karen bothers you or the dogs, give me a holler. I'm the pet mother, on top of being the all mother.
Jameson Orlav 02/02/17 *makes a face*
Wine is good as a chaser.
Or for cooking, maybe.
*chomps the carrot*
How did you meet my wife, anyway?
Jameson Orlav 02/02/17 *bites into a carrot*
*eyes suspiciously*
New girl, eh?
*chews slowly*
What's your poison?
Claire Cross 02/02/17 Hello! Welcome new daughter! I'm the all mother. Claire!
Lloyd R Darrow 02/02/17 -coughs into fist-
Lloyd Darrow. I presume you're the... Libra?
-offers business card-
Should this sexual harassment persist, feel free to contact me. I'm the legal representation here, and Human Resources.
Elouise Orlav 01/30/17 YOU. YOU REMIND ME OF MARY J. BLIGE.
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