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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 1:30 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 1:44 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 12:41 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 1:02 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 1:22 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 1:37 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 11:42 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 8:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 10:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 10:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2015 2:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2015 8:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2015 8:40 pm
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En Litari Roy Lane King of Sirens"Music's like life, it can be filled with mistakes or with the most beautiful moments."The man scowled again. " Don't say that. Just call me Roy." he said before slumping a little in his seat. " I know my real name's En, but I grew up with Roy, you know? It takes a lot of getting used to, changing from a simple teen to a guy that's in charge of countless lives." You know, I was raised to never sing. I always wondered why, but never got an answer. Now that we both know what I really am, I guess we don't need to be told why now, huh? But don't bother, I don't like to sing. I always grew up thinking I was a bad singer because I never got an answer." Roy laughed a little while scratching his cheek. Not exactly the sexiest story he could summon, but hey, it was something. Suddenly, he got an idea. " I can get my sword out if you want to, I don't know, know I'm not lying?" he suggested. "Only you can control that."
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2015 8:55 pm
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☸ Dana Klein ☸
"There's only one person who really matters to me..."
"No, it's alright!" she said, waving her hands and leaning back. "I mean, unless you want to show me your sword." Half of her still hoped that this was all just a joke, that he was a pervert and sword meant something else, but she knew it wasn't. Roy didn't seem that kind of crazy. Definitely bonkers, but not that sort of crazy. She was silent for a minute, then suddenly leaned very close to his face. "Be still," she whispered, reaching her hand up to his cheek. They were less than an inch apart, her breathing very quiet and eyelids drooping. Her fingertips touched his skin, then gripped the bandage still stuck to his cheek and ripped it off, leaning back and folding it. "Sorry, must've accidentally put too much," she said, tossing it into the wastebasket.
"... And it's not you."
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2015 9:01 pm
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