| Amia Norwood |
02/02/20 |
`Thank you kindly' |
| Kyla |
01/30/20 |
"Thank you." |
| Averly Godfrey |
01/25/20 |
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| Roman Godfrey |
01/20/20 |
Averly, darling
Those idiots that work for me can fend for themselves for a few weeks.
This should've happened sooner, but my attention is all yours.
Forgive my absence, my dearest. I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you. |
| Carson James |
01/11/20 |
*glances down at the ring on her finger*
*smirks*
"Shouldn't you be home baking your husband some cookies? Not badgering handsome men?" |
| Lila Parikh |
12/31/19 |
Averly
So it's like... a permanent thing? |
| Lila Parikh |
12/28/19 |
Averly
When does this carriage turn back into a pumpkin? |
| mist |
12/23/19 |
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| Roman Godfrey |
12/01/19 |
Have you been told lately how absolutely sinful you are? Hell, I'd slaughter a whole village just to see you smile. |
| Mackenzie |
11/24/19 |
Blondie
Did you just walk of shame into the tunnels?
What is that hideous shirt? |
| LillyEmperium |
11/16/19 |
Congrats on the union |
| _author |
11/14/19 |
Best wishes on your unholy union! |
| Solomon King |
11/12/19 |
Truth.
You don't even know the half of it. |
| Roman Godfrey |
11/11/19 |
His nose nudged hers, mischief dancing in his gaze. Gently grasping her chin in between his thumb and forefinger, he brought their vision parallel.
"Now, you can't get mad at me. This was never the plan, but since I've been away I made a decision. Details can be arranged at a later date."
His vacant hand found her hip as his voice dropped, low enough for her ears to hear his words.
"Averly Amoret, would you do me the honor of agreeing to marry me?" |
| Roman Godfrey |
11/11/19 |
Tucking an arm around her knee, he took the woman into his chest. Taking a few steps inside, he kicked the door shut. Roman's lips pressed to her forehead. "That can be arranged." His lips curved into a smile once again.
Sitting down, he angled her so they were face to face. "I actually came here for a reason, my dearest." |
| Roman Godfrey |
11/11/19 |
Feeling the petite frame of the woman crash against his torso caused a cheshire grin to spread across his features. His arms snaked around the woman, holding her tight.
As she pulled back, he gazed down at her misty eyes. The pad of his thumb grazed over her cheek as his lips met hers. "I've missed you too. I'm sorry I keep disappearing. Work keeps me... preoccupied." |
| Roman Godfrey |
11/11/19 |
The hair around the nape of her neck was damp, her skin flush from what he assumed was scalding hot water. For the first time in weeks, the weight on his shoulders was gone. The man wanted nothing more than to engulf Averly in his arms, pressing his lips to hers. But him and his damned disappearances. How long would she wait for him? Had she already found another?
"My darling, eld själ." |
| Roman Godfrey |
11/11/19 |
Roman had been... distracted for a lack of better terms. His own thoughts had been consuming him, causing him to question himself relentlessly. Running nimble fingers through his hair, he took a sharp breath and tapped his knuckles against the bit of wood separating himself from his beloved. |
| Roman Godfrey |
10/18/19 |
He brought her body into his and wrapped his arms securely around her torso. Lips pressed to her hair. "Watch what you say, darling, I'll run off and buy you a ring right now."
He pressed another kiss to her skin, this time the corner of her lips. Slowly moving his mouth away, his forehead rested on hers.
"I am so utterly enamored with you, Averly Amoret. More than words can ever describe." |
| Roman Godfrey |
10/13/19 |
His lips pressed to her ear, a smirk dancing on lobe. "I'm a greedy man, darling. But I am a man who believes in fairness. If I want you all to myself, then I should be all yours, no?"
Removing his lips from her ear, he brought her hand to his mouth. A firm kiss was pressed to her palm. With this woman, his woman, Roman found an odd sense of comfort just from the very touch of her skin against his. He had always been self-sufficient, but since meeting Averly he had grown to be needy and hungry for her touch. He just wanted to spend his days in her presence. |
| Roman Godfrey |
10/07/19 |
Leaning down, Roman brushed his lips over the woman's. A sigh of pure contentment escaped from the small space between their lips. With his back still curved, he laid his forehead on hers.
"I'm only a romantic when it comes to you, eld själ." Opening his eyes, he pressed another kiss to her pout. "If you believe it to be so, then it must be true." |
| Roman Godfrey |
10/07/19 |
His lips lovingly danced across her skin, whispering their own silent prayer in thanks for this woman. This beautiful blonde sorceress who so easily was able to wrap him around her dainty pinky.
Moving his hand from soft stands, Roman's thumb brushed against the flesh of her lips that had been previously assaulted by her teeth. "Anywhere for you. Only the best for my Averly darling."
His eyes closed as he held the woman he loved so dearly. For every struggle, these little moments had a way of erasing the frustration. He would never consider himself to be a good man, but Averly was his own little slice of Heaven. |
| Roman Godfrey |
10/06/19 |
"Would you join me for dinner? Anywhere you like."
Feeling her lips against his skin, his breath hitched in his throat. This magnetic woman had an unparalleled impact on Roman.
His fingers tangled with hers, softly tugging her frame against his. His vacant hand brushed through her hair, enjoying the feel of her soft locks against his flesh. He brought his lips to her temple, once again peppering a delicate touch. |
| Roman Godfrey |
10/06/19 |
Seeing her creep over towards him, like a lioness on the prowl, which only prompted his smile to grow. As she came within an arms distance, he couldn't fight the urge to wrap his long arms around her torso. His face pressed into her hair, inhaling a scent that was beautifully and uniquely her.
His lips gently brushed against her forehead as he took a half step back.
His words were low, meant only for her. "I've missed you, Ave. Terribly." |
| Mackenzie |
10/06/19 |
Averly
Do they get cold? Did they have a pulse?
Honestly, I never checked. |
| Mackenzie |
10/06/19 |
Averly
I'm so mad.
They took his favorite shirt.
Well. My favorite. ;) |
| Roman Godfrey |
10/06/19 |
His lips curl into a gentle smirk as he calls the woman's name.
"Oh, eld själ. Where are you?"
He hadn't seen the woman in far too long, and he was eager to once again be in her presence.
"Averly, darling; I hope you haven't forgotten me." |
| Mackenzie |
10/06/19 |
Averly
So, your shadow apparently raided Jasper's closet... |
| Victor Lockheed |
09/19/19 |
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| Roman Godfrey |
08/26/19 |
Don't you know that my playing nice is reserved for a certain blonde?
All other feathers are just waiting to be ruffled by yours truly. |
| Kira Garrett |
07/27/19 |
You're lucky that it's like looking in a damn mirror.
Apparently a sisterhood of smokers doesn't exist with you. |
| Kira Garrett |
07/25/19 |
Kira narrows her eyes, stepping towards the blonde.
"Nicotine or money back, please." |
| Roman Godfrey |
07/24/19 |
Averly, darling
And I would do anything to keep you safe.
A happy woman is a woman showered in affection, no?
This mug is all yours, darling.
You amaze me.
xo |
| Roman Godfrey |
07/22/19 |
Averly, darling
Stop by when you have the time.
I want you all to myself.
We can order whatever you desire to eat.
xo |
| Roman Godfrey |
07/22/19 |
Averly, darling
I hope you are well.
I miss your presence.
Thinking of you always.
xo |
| Kira Garrett |
07/21/19 |
Kira passes the woman a few spare bills from her pocket.
"A deals a deal, give it." |
| Kira Garrett |
07/20/19 |
"Hey, twin.
Do you have a smoke I could bum?
My pack disappeared."
Kira smirks softly, offering a small shrug. |
| Flahme |
07/20/19 |
-yelps when pinched-
"Hey, pinching wasn't on the menu!"
-rubs butt-
-concedes-
"Well alright then. Friends it is."
-holds out a hand to shake-
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| Flahme |
07/20/19 |
"You suppose?"
-wrinkles nose-
"How about this, then. You can steal from me!"
-stands and presents her jean-clad petite butt so the girl can pick her pocket-
"Fairs, fair, go on. I dare ya."
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| Flahme |
07/19/19 |
"Hey there!"
-sits next to-
"Sooo, I'm Flahme, and I'm new here, as you know. What do you say, we put the stealing snafu behind us? Hmm?"
-nods to emphasise words-
-smiles encouragingly-
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| Kira Garrett |
07/19/19 |
Blondes of a feather, flock together. |
| Kira Garrett |
07/19/19 |
Doesn't every blonde love throwing knives?
No?
Just us? |
| Kira Garrett |
07/18/19 |
Tell me, are you a fan of throwing knives? |
| Flahme |
07/18/19 |
"Look, you have to understand something..."
-thinks-
"It was like this..."
-thinks some more-
-points wildly behind the blonde woman-
"What the hell is that?"
-blinks out of sight when the blonde turns to look- |
| Roman Godfrey |
07/18/19 |
Something beautiful, for someone beautiful.
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| Jameson Orlav |
07/17/19 |
-swats at-
Stop trying to touch my bum, woman! |
| Kira Garrett |
07/16/19 |
Apparently, it's what all the cool kids are doing. |
| Roman Godfrey |
07/14/19 |
Hearing her words, he couldn’t help but to grin widely. Inching his face forward, he firmly pressed his lips to hers once again. His thumb gently brushed against her cheekbone, admiring the softness of her skin.
“You amaze me, Averly. You always have.” |
| Roman Godfrey |
07/12/19 |
“Be mine, Averly.” His voice was soft, the slightest hit of a plea in his words. “From the moment we’ve met, you’ve had a hold on me.”
He swiftly pulled her into his lap, burying his face in her neck. His lips were delicate as he pressed pecks to her flesh. Roman was able to feel the pounding of her pulse as he did so. He placed a hand on her cheek as he brought his face to meet her level. |
| Jameson Orlav |
07/12/19 |
"Fly free little-- actually, no. If you start flying I might actually sh!t."
You managed to break out Averly Amoret.
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| Roman Godfrey |
07/11/19 |
The corners of his lips turned upwards as he noticed the faint pink spreading across her face. The sight was absolutely exquisite. His arm wrapped tighter around her form as he released her hand. The now empty limb grasped under her knees, bringing her legs to rest on his own. He was practically holding the woman, fighting the desire to pull her into his lap.
She found his touch to be electrifying? He found solace in the fact that he had the same effect on her that she did on him. “If you say it, Averly darling, then it surely must be true.”
Her thumb brushing across his mouth sent a shiver down his spine. Bringing his gaze to match hers, he softly pressed his lips to her digit. Roman was rather surprised at how affectionate he was being towards the blonde. He had never been one for gestures like this. He had never been one to truly care for another’s feelings, if he was being frank with himself. Yet, somehow Averly brought out the most tender side of himself.
“I’ll happily indulge your curiosity in any way I can. But only if you return the favor.” |
| Roman Godfrey |
07/11/19 |
Swiftly moving to the chair, Roman shifted slightly so he was facing her. From this distance, he was clearly able to admire the individual flecks of color in her gaze. A single arm wrapped its way around Averly, resting gently on the armrest. His fingertips gingerly brushed against her hip, soaking up the heat radiating from her body.
Feeling her touch his face so softly, he let out the faintest sigh and closed his eyes. He briefly leaned into the sweet gesture before opening his eyes. “You are absolutely intoxicating, you know that right?” His voice had dropped an octave as he spoke softly. Grasping her hand with his free one, he pressed his lips to her palm.
“Hell, who am I trying to fool? You could take every penny and I would still be bewitched by you.” His lips brushed delicately over her flesh as he spoke.
“My darling, I am nothing compared to you. You are by far the most alluring creature I have ever encountered.” |
| Flahme |
07/08/19 |
Flahme wandered down the street heading home and happened upon a thriving bar. She decided to get a bottle of Jamison for Janus, and reaching into her pocket realised she had no cash. Spying a blonde heading out, she quickly wrote on a small piece of paper and folded it into her palm. Accidentally crashing into the blonde, nimble fingers found some loose notes in a pocket, and upon taking them replaced them with the small piece of paper from her palm.
"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Flahme flashed the woman a brilliant smile, checking her over to ensure no injury. "Well, I'll leave you to it, again, sorry." Flahme moved away quickly heading for a small liquor store to get the aforementioned bottle of whiskey.
When the woman would eventually find the note, she would read: Apologies for stealing from you, but if it's any consolation it was to buy a gift for my beau.
You were successful in stealing $303.00 from Averly Amoret. |
| Roman Godfrey |
06/30/19 |
Inhaling sharply, hearing the quiet noise that she made. His body tensed at the sound, desperately wanting to elicit more from the back of her throat. Clearing his throat, he took another hearty gulp.
Gently placing the glass on the table separating the pair, Roman once again leans forwards. "Would it be alright if I joined you?" Though she was only a few steps from him, he was longing to have her closer. He wanted to be close enough to her that he could feel the warmth she provided. And to be able to hear any other little delicious sounds she may produce.
“Don’t tell me that you’re only going to be after my bank account now. I thought my good looks and wit were the reason you kept me around.” |
| Roman Godfrey |
06/30/19 |
Placing his elbows on the counter, he leaned forward. His words were low, meant for her ears only. “If I exercised little self control, darling, I doubt that I would ever be able to keep my hands off of you.”
Nodding his head at her answer, he poured the woman a glass of the dark liquid to match his own. Gently grasping the containers, he slowly strode towards her. He gently extended his palm, offering her the beverage. Swiftly, he took a seat on the sofa and took a generous swig.
“I’m the CEO of my family business. We started in the steel industries, but these days we’re a… private institution of sorts. We mostly dabble in medical advances. Needless to say, I sit at a desk and yell at f*ck faces all day.” He smirked slightly at the term. |
| Jameson Orlav |
06/30/19 |
Everybody.
Everybody knew. |
| Roman Godfrey |
06/29/19 |
Be careful what you wish for, Averly dearest. I may end up being a man with little self control today.” His lips ghosted over the shell of her ear before he pressed a chaste kiss to her knuckles and released her from his grasp.
He took a few brisk steps and glanced around the bar, which took residency in the corner of his living room. Fetching two fresh glasses, he poured himself a glass of whiskey. As he did so, his eyes raked over his guest’s form. Slowly, his eyes met her own.
”What will it be?” |
| Roman Godfrey |
06/28/19 |
A coy grin graced the vampire's features as he felt her wrap her arms around him. Averly offered a sense of security that he had never known. And as much as it intrigued him, a small part of him worried as well. He had no doubts that the woman had many other potential suitors, but he couldn't blame them in the slightest. She was the eighth wonder of the world.
As she stepped into the house, he grabbed her palm and placed it on his forearm. Even in the privacy of his residency, he still desired to court the woman who had claimed his every thought.
"Averly, dearest. You could never possibly disturb me. I was just having a drink to wind down from work. Care to join me?" |
| Roman Godfrey |
06/27/19 |
HIs brows fond themselves sternly across his forehead as he heard the knock echo throughout the house. He placed his phone on the table as he lazily went to the door and threw it open.
Averly. HIs face relaxed as his eyes scanned her body. She was dressed casually, comfortably. The clothing beautifully played to her figure and Roman had to bite back a groan. She was stunning.
Charcoal dress pants were secured around the bottom of his white tank top. His dress shirt had been discarded hours ago, now taking residency on the back of a chair.
Ignoring his senses, he tugged the woman into his arms, burying his face in her golden locks. The territory was foreign and unexplored between the pair. But, damn. It was the most innocent gesture running through his mind at the moment. Releasing her, he smiled softly.
"Please, come in." |
| Roman Godfrey |
06/27/19 |
Averly, darling.
I've discovered that I am rather bored without your company.
I hope that you'll grace me with your presence sooner, rather than later.
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| Roman Godfrey |
06/21/19 |
Averly, darling.
I miss you too, eld själ.
You should know that that smile only exists for you.
I eagerly await the day, darling.
Because that'll be the day I leave you speechless.
Xoxo, Roman
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| Roman Godfrey |
06/17/19 |
Averly, darling.
You crossed my mind.
I look forward to seeing you as soon as possible.
Yours fondly, Roman xoxo |
| Mackenzie |
06/16/19 |
Averly Braverly
Budget Thanos freed my dinner.
Do you know his most prized possession?
I'm going to steal it. |
| Roman Godfrey |
06/15/19 |
Why would I stay out of trouble when I have such a beauty to break me out? |
| Roman Godfrey |
06/14/19 |
Just say the word, and I will gladly volunteer my time. I yearn to discover everything you are capable of doing. Especially to a smitten fool, such as myself. |
| Roman Godfrey |
06/14/19 |
Averly, darling.
You are a beacon of wonder.
All of my attention is yours, darling woman. Never forget that.
As the only one who is familiar with my scent, I appreciate the kind sentiment.
My mouth often waters thinking about that delightfully sharp tongue of yours. |
| Roman Godfrey |
06/14/19 |
Congratulations on stealing the crown for May, my darling. As I'm sure you're well aware, I am in a constant state of awe where you are regarded. |
| Roman Godfrey |
06/09/19 |
If I am, would you truly be that upset?
Or should I be concerned that my name has been active on your tongue?
I look forward to all of your sweet abuse in our coven house. |
| Roman Godfrey |
06/09/19 |
Averly, darling.
Meet me at The Gallery, 7pm.
I look forward to seeing you.
Yours affectionately, Roman xoxo. |
| Jameson Orlav |
06/06/19 |
She's the worst though.
-grins innocently- |
| Jameson Orlav |
06/06/19 |
Whatever Mack says, don't listen to her.
She's the devil! |
| Mackenzie |
06/03/19 |
Braverly
You're lucky you're adorable. |
| Roman Godfrey |
05/28/19 |
He could see the gleam in her eyes as the words fell from her tongue. Oh, cruel temptress. Was Averly aware of the leash that she was securing around his throat? Could she feel the way the tension melted from his body whenever she was near? Roman prayed to whoever was listening that the woman was blissfully unaware.
Averly, darling. You do flatter me. I’m acquiring arrangements as we speak. Shall I pick you up? Or, like the huntress you are, would you prefer to meet me there? After all, I am fully at your disposal.
I am counting the moments until I see those delightfully wicked eyes of yours.
All my admiration, Roman. xoxo
Switching screens, the man found the number to an intimate restaurant he had visited a few times before. There was a slight tinge of surprise in the hosts voice as he requested a table for two. Once their table was secure, he found his way back to his apartment and began to comb through his wardrobe in search of attire that would match the natural beauty his date possessed. |
| Roman Godfrey |
05/19/19 |
A wide-eyed fascination danced over his features as he watched the blonde’s form retreat. Roman’s tongue darted across his lips, before he too strode away. He began to sort through the rolodex in his mind, debating about which haunt would best suit the woman. He retrieved the slip of paper from his pocket along with his phone, his slender fingers dancing across the screen.
Hello my darling, Averly. How does your schedule look for the week? Perhaps tomorrow evening, if I’m not too forward. I eagerly await your response and wish you well.
The device found its way back to the security of his pants, cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes wandered past the people of the city. The claws of boredom had once again dig into his mind. How, in this entire city, was there only one person who could captive his mind? Even now, Roman couldn’t comprehend the pull she had on his will. |
| Roman Godfrey |
05/15/19 |
As the petite woman finally retreated from his hold, a smirk found its way onto Roman’s face. His little eld själ had sunk her claws firmly into his resolve. Roman placed the scrap of paper into his breast pocket, gently patting it into place.
He took a few steps back, producing a fresh cigarette. Inhaling deeply, he nodded his head at her offer. The vampire couldn’t help but to wonder what sort of date his companion would prefer. Was she a woman who preferred to be wined and dined? Or was she a fan of a more casual affair?
“I’ll weigh my options, dearest Averly. You’ll hear from me shortly, I promise. Tell me, would you like for me to be a gentleman? Shall I find us somewhere that requires a more formal attire? I can happily send you a new dress. After all, your wish is my command.” |
| Roman Godfrey |
05/13/19 |
His tongue clicked against his teeth at her proposal. Would he seem too eager if he accepted her offer without as much as a tease? As much as he wanted to immediately indulge the dazzling maiden, he knew that their game was far too delicious to pass.
Roman brought his vacant hand to the hollow of her cheek, delicately brushing over the highpoint of the bone. His vision wandered to her pout, crucially wanting to answer her with the intimate gesture. Dragging his eyes back to meet her own, a confident smirk formed.
“It is far beyond my capability to deny you, darling. As I have told you, I am at your beck and call.” |
| Roman Godfrey |
05/11/19 |
As the blonde retracted from his form, a smirk danced along his lips. The composure that Averly held so dearly was once again slipping into place, but the man could tell that he had chipped away at the slightest bit of her armored heart. The pull that she had on his being had once beguiled him. As he grew to know the woman more and more, his curiosity grew into infatuation.
He drew her other hand into his own, gripping both soundly. Averly called to a part of his being; a deep, buried part. Roman had been struggling to comprehend why the pair had spirits that were so in tune with one another. She was a delicious mystery, one that he had every intention of savoring as he pealed back each layer.
“As have I. My darling Averly, you certainly know how to keep a man on his toes. Whatever dance you are composing, I shall gladly continue.” |
| Roman Godfrey |
05/06/19 |
“It’s rather simple, Averly. I desire to know you. Not this face for the world, but your very being. I want to study your mind, what makes you tick. The other options to occupy my time grow dull, predictable. It’s not stealing if I am giving it willingly, darling eld själ My time is yours.”
His fingers curled around hers, grasping fondly. The curiosity that had been awoken in Roman was something so pure, so genuine that at first it startled him. Averly was not a conquest. Her soul sung a melody recognizable to his ears that it almost made him weep when he heard it. Each word she uttered left him wanting , no needing, to hear more. Her wording was deliberate, well thought out. She was not a woman who spoke simply to hear her own voice. What she spoke carried meaning.
His forehead met hers, a soft exhale left his lonely lips. Her skin was soft compared to her harsh exterior. Would she always speak this softly towards him? Roman had no way of knowing, but what he did know was that the petite woman standing so close to him absolutely enthralled him. |
| Roman Godfrey |
05/06/19 |
His slender fingers danced down her arm, brushing her own as their palms touched. A warm smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. The caress of the femmes skin sent electric impulses to his core. How could a woman that he hardly knew shake him the way she did? What sort of occultism did she possess?
Flashing his gaze to her plump pout, Roman fought the desire to crush his hungry lips to hers. Averly had skirted out of his reach time and time again. The blonde was close enough that he could inhale the scent of nicotine lingering in her golden tresses. His empty hand found her neck, grazing his thumb delicately over the surface.
“Oh, my darling Averly. Like I possess the will to tease you. I am fully bent to your will.” |
| Roman Godfrey |
05/05/19 |
Lightly releasing her wrist from his grasp, the vampire delicately placed a chaste peck on her skin. Playfulness was dancing in his emerald gaze. He relinquished possession of the cigarette with a flick of his finger.
Her stormy hues never ceased to entice and fascinate Roman. On the surface, the woman was calm and collected. But her eyes, oh those eyes sung a thousand words. Unable to deny himself longer, he tucked a single strand of sunshine kissed hair behind her ear. His thumb brushed her cheekbone, ever so slightly.
“My darling tjuserska, in case it has not been made clear, your wish is my command. You need only murmur my name and I shall be at your side.” |
| Roman Godfrey |
05/04/19 |
Adoration danced in his usually dead gaze as the blonde extracted the lit butt from his grasp. She was primal, a vicious conqueror; and he was her devout servant. Roman had never said such, the fuel to their game was all in those subtle gestures. From the delicate touch of her digit, delicious tremors coursed down his spine. Averly’s touch was electric, addictive even.
His lips curled upwards as she enclosed him. He could tell that the femme was feeling fiery today, the trait he extolled most about her. He grasped her wrist, bringing both her fingers and the cigarette to his lips, drawing the smoke into his mouth.
“Eld själ, I’m always ready to cause devastation with you. All you need do, is say the word.” |
| Roman Godfrey |
04/24/19 |
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| Roman Godfrey |
04/23/19 |
Roman stops at the blonde's door, dropping the letter off before walking away.
I hope you've been doing well, eld själ. As always, I've been thinking of you fondly. I hope our paths cross again soon. Stay in trouble, make sure those piggies earn their keep. Yours, Roman. |
| Roman Godfrey |
04/17/19 |
He hold his hands up in defense, "My sincere apologies, Averly. I didn't realize that I was in the presence of such a formidable woman." |
| Roman Godfrey |
04/17/19 |
“Don’t all women want their men to shower them in compliments? I am just doing my sacred duty, darling eld själ.” Roman shoots the blonde a coy wink. His eyes followed her fingers as they were brought to her lips and he found himself gazing a second too long at her pout. His resolve was weakening. Somehow the femme was creeping under his shell, making his skin tingle each time she spoke.
“Darling Averly, trouble is never far behind with me. We keep each other on speed dial. But I guess I’ve just been brooding about. Wondering when I’m going to stumble across a certain someone. And what hell have you been raising since we last saw one another?”
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| Roman Godfrey |
04/15/19 |
He felt the corners of his mouth stretch widely over his teeth. Taking a swift drag from the nicotine filled stick, he points towards the blonde. "They can dream of catching you. But a woman like you cannot be captured by anyone. You're a force, eld själ. And what would they do without you? Just get more fat. Really, you're prolonging their lives." |
| Roman Godfrey |
04/15/19 |
"Oh, liten problemmakare, are you making sure those policemen earn their paycheck?" His lips turn up, ever so slightly, around the lit cigarette dangling between his teeth. |
| Roman Godfrey |
04/09/19 |
Mischief danced on his features as his lips pulled themselves into a lopsided grin. Averly. He rolled the name over in his mind, easily deciding that it was a word he could grow quite used to speaking.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Averly. I'm Roman. And if those 'wanted' posters ever cause you trouble, I would gladly assist however I was needed." |
| Roman Godfrey |
04/09/19 |
Smirking at the blonde, he offers his hand.
Thanks for the warm welcome, doll. I'd love to see you around. |
| Kira Garrett |
03/26/19 |
Thanks for the welcome, Averly. I see you're in New Orleans too. Small world, huh? |
| Mackenzie |
03/10/19 |
Averly Braverly
Grown-up? How old do you think I am?
I'm a f-cking modern day Peter Pan.
With lady parts. |
| Mackenzie |
03/09/19 |
Averly Braverly
Stalking? Did you truly do your homework?
What's my favorite color? |
| Mackenzie |
03/09/19 |
Averly Braverly
That depends entirely on the drink. |
| LillyEmperium |
02/12/19 |
*chuckling she nodded* you're welcome dear |
| LillyEmperium |
02/12/19 |
Welcome to the coven, if you need anything, holler |
| Jewel |
02/12/19 |
Welcome to Sine Metu. |
| Jasper Thompson |
02/12/19 |
“Welcome to the club,” Jasper greets the blonde with a mischievous smile. “If you need anything, let me know, be it drugs, porn, or a detailed alibi.” |
| Mackenzie |
02/11/19 |
...wow. Blonds really are easy. |
| Mackenzie |
02/11/19 |
You look particularly homeless. Tell me.. how do you feel about being kept hostage, and becoming a worker bee? |
