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 Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 5:28 pm
 Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, c**k it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, c**k it and pull it
Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, c**k it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, c**k it and pull it
Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, c**k it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, c**k it and pull it
We're going down, down (down, down)
Down, down (down, down)
We're going down, down (down, down)
A loaded God complex, c**k it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, c**k it and pull it
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 5:31 pm
Forgotten Story A story of heartbreak, betrayal, anger, violence, and romance is what my life has been for the longest time. I was born human, I can assure you that. My life didn't got to hell until a few weeks after my twenty-second birthday honestly. That's when I met her. The theory that I had been stalked came to me more than once for the days after days she fallowed me only to capture me and take me in. Mostly after that stormy night, it was a blurr. I only knew really what she'd told me after I meraculously woke up alive.
They'd injected a werewolf toxin into my bloodstream repetitivly so if I came out alive, I would be pure of this creature. My human identidy was lost and everything about me changed. Nothing was mine any more. I was then put under torture to build up my immunity to what should kill me. Thankfully, I wasn't all the beast they tried to turn me into. I only became more cruel and evil after they mixed the vampire vemon into my boody to add to it all. They thought I would die when I went into a comma for a month. . .
My memory didn't come back to me until I felt pain rip through my body as I saved the woman who put me through all of my pain. Once again, I escaped the immortal grasps of death when she took me away from the battle of coruption that had spread. After that, the wrongful romance is what we fell into. I couldn't help myself. It just happened. Then came the betrayal, she was to be killed for helping me. A pet to the vampire covenent. From there, hell broke loose again and justice was brought. Now we are on the run. Forever. Every covenent knows of what we've done, and both vampire and werewolf want to rid the world of me, the unnatural, and descracful hybrid.
I write this just now, to let who ever else needs to find shelter from the cruelness of life, to maybe not make the same mistake as me. Love is the gift from the gods, but it's also a perminant and painful forever scar. . .
-- Madigan Jack Terrinza
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Unbreakable Justice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 5:32 pm
RulesThey might be a little different then most, but listen to them, listen to me and we'll all be good. Since we are all friends here though, I doubt that'll be a problem ^.^ I need to know your limits before we start though so when you pm me your profile titled "Bloody Love" add that as well.1. Violence
Go wild kill all you want, but not the main characters unless you've got an idea to continue with this or I say its okay. As far as gore and detail in it goes, have at it. It's complete chaos pretty much so torture people to get your answers, slowly kill them. What ever. Have at it!
2. Swearing
In my rps, swearing is allowed and isn't needed to be stared out, just don't get to crazy with it and do it all the time. The thing isn't just about who can swear the most, so keep the swearing amounts at PG-13 as well.
3. Romance
Now, even though it could come up and I'm fine with it, no sex scenes here. It's highly expected as it is part romance in it. We'll take it to the pms if you would like to go all out with that, but up to the hardcore stuff like that, its fine.
4. God-Mooding
Lets just say none of it, your character is your puppet not their's.
5. Mythology
Fallow the main lores, and if any confusions come up, just ask me and we'll clear ideas~!
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 5:53 pm
CharactersSkeleton Made by Icestar  This is мє ┻┳┻┳┻┳┻┳
Last time I checked I was a female.
I think I was also 645 years old.
I definitely prefer boys.
What I just happen to be good at
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My best qualities? Well those would have to be... natural fighting skills that is all instinct, taught fighting skills, hot wiring, using pretty much anything as weapons; mainly archery, firearms, and blades. On the less aggressive side, writing, drawing, and other odds and end mechanic stuff. I also have superhuman abilities and I can control electricity pretty well.
Don't get to close, I wield anything and everything. Digging a little deeper
«--------------------------» This is just the way I am.
I'm a very agressive girl and I like to fight. Most people don't get to close to me as I have lived long enough that the only people that I can love forever die before my eyes. As I am immortal, I have grown a little off to myself and lost the ideas of right and wrong. Just survival and what I've been told is my life.
This is who I used to be.
I don't remember when I was born or who my parents were. I do remember that painful feeling I got when I was bitten on my shoulder. That is the only thing I remember for the most part. Occasionally my life as a warrior in battle flashes back to me in my dreams. It makes me irritable when I remember or have the nightmares when I do sleep. Other than that, I've just become a master of battle since my last near death.
I love
--- Rain
--- Fighting
--- Keeping Busy
--- Driving
I don't like
--- Being chained down, figuratively or literally
--- Rules
--- Food
--- Humidity
I hate
--- Sour Scents
--- Sunlight
--- Desperation
--- Feeling a Loss A few more things to know
═════════════ People say that this song describes me. I love to eat nothing. What I say too much would have to be this, "Try me. I dare you to let me make you scream." My favorite animal would have to be a hawk. I always choose black or silver. when I have to choose a color for something. Come meet my ℓøvιηġ master CrimsonArcher13  This is мє ┻┳┻┳┻┳┻┳
Last time I checked I was a male.
I think I was also 513 years old.
I definitely prefer women.
What I just happen to be good at
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My best qualities? Well those would have to be... my charming personality, my extensive knowledge of the arts, and my knack for blending in. Why survive on one's own when it is effortless to become someone else? As far as fighting goes, I prefer hand to hand combat, but am skilled in most blades. Chains are also a useful recreat- I mean, useful weapon for one such as myself to use. I also can manipulate energy to my own ends.
Don't get to close, I wield a sharp mind. Digging a little deeper
«--------------------------» This is just the way I am.
I am a highly intellectual man with a cunning mind and charming personality. However, this charming side of me fades away if I am angry, or if I am in a battle. Then, I am painfully emotionless, seeming not to care. Then again, outside of battle I have spells of quiet seclusion, and I can become dark in thought and action. However, even during these times, I maintain an air of seduction that I extort from time to time to soothe loneliness, lust, or any other objective I may have.
This is who I used to be.
Who I used to be...Who was I? I don't know. I am fine with that though. A sickening feeling enters my gut if I try to think about who I was before I became what I am now. It is far more fun to reinvent myself into what I am now. Madigan. That is who I am. Perhaps I was a famous actor...or a poet. Madigan the poet...
I love
--- The night
--- The color scarlet
--- Music
--- The arts
I don't like
--- Ignorance
--- Rules
--- The Cold
--- Politics
I hate
--- Anger
--- Sleep
--- Emptiness
--- Exclusion A few more things to know
═════════════ People say that this song describes me. I love to eat wine. Or rather drink wine. What I say too much would have to be this, "Darkness did not decree that beauty could not be found within it." My favorite animal would have to be a Snake I always choose Black, crimson, or ivory when I have to choose a color for something. Come meet my ℓøvιηġ master Notesonmypiano
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 6:31 pm
мα∂ιgαи נα¢к тєяяιиzα
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
A passionate hour's never a wasted one...
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
...The violin, the poet's hand...
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
Madigan had his head buried in a crimson bound leather book with a worn off title. His eyes scanned the black ink with ease as he effortlessly read the words for leisure. Leisure that would have been better he thought with a warm fire and a burgundy armchair. Perhaps a glass of nice wine and a library...
He sighed, a sound barely audible as he ran a hand through his dark hair and blinked his eyes a few times, adjusting from the fine print to his surroundings. The outline of a bed could be seen from where he sat on the floor, next to a cold, stone fireplace. He shivered lightly, longing for a form of heat. The shutters of the abandoned house were pulled tight but the faint light of dawn could be seen barely through the cracks.
The werewolf should have been sleeping, but the habit itself was loathsome and irritating to him. Instead, Madigan idly read or drew the hours of morning away whenever he could.
Drawing his coat tighter around himself, Madigan shivered again and leaned his head back against the cold wall. His eyes closed and he rested for a moment, letting his thoughts drift. Realizing that they weren't going to go anywhere pleasant that morning, Jack dedicated his attention back to his book.
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 6:56 pm
αи∂ αℓℓ ι'νє киσωи...xx
αяє вєιиg тαкєи fяσм мє вα¢к αт нσмєxxxxxxxxxxx
∂σ уσυя ωσяѕє, ωнєи ωσяℓ∂ѕ ¢σℓℓι∂єxxxxxxxxx
ℓєт тнє fєαя ¢σℓℓαρѕє, вяιиg иσ ѕυяρяιѕє...xxxxx  - ✁ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Mary's form rested in the small bed just laying there half in her trance. She sat up holding the sheets over her body looking up at the fire's glow with her calm, nearly blank silver eyes. Hearing the scribbling, she knew what the werewolf at the fire was doing, also she knew he was cold. It wasn't that difficult to understand his movements especially when he was pulling his coat over his body more and more. She stood up with the sheets falling away to her lightly dressed form before pulling on her pants and coat again, something that was the only thing she had with her. Next that came up were her boots that zipped up tightly on her caves with a bit of a heel.
Her gaze fell on Madigan and his book he had been keeping with him. She frowned at seeing how sad he seemed. Then again, she would be as well but it was better held in than what she could read in his eyes. Mary walked before him looking at him then outside with a shiver.
"Madigan, what's wrong?" she asked calmly looking at him with out much emotion but a little sadness had reached her eyes while she lightly bit her lightly red, full lips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - { тαкє мє συт σf нєяє }
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 7:04 pm
мα∂ιgαи נα¢к тєяяιиzα
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
A passionate hour's never a wasted one...
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
...The violin, the poet's hand...
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
"Nothing," Madigan said, looking up from his book, his eyes searching Mary's with curiosity. He let the book fall against his chest, his fingers pressing the spine against his flesh. "How did you sleep?" He asked, looking her over with careless eyes, a small smile on his lips before he returned his gaze to her face.
Closing his book, Madigan stowed it inside of his leather pack next to him, listening for Mary's answer all the while. He retied the leather straps of the pack with cold fingers, causing them to stumble over the other a few times, Madigan biting back curses.
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:49 pm
αи∂ αℓℓ ι'νє киσωи...xx
αяє вєιиg тαкєи fяσм мє вα¢к αт нσмєxxxxxxxxxxx
∂σ уσυя ωσяѕє, ωнєи ωσяℓ∂ѕ ¢σℓℓι∂єxxxxxxxxx
ℓєт тнє fєαя ¢σℓℓαρѕє, вяιиg иσ ѕυяρяιѕє...xxxxx - ✁ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mary leaned over him taking her hands between her own and blew on them gently before kissing them. "I slept just fine," she said gently sitting back up. She knew the proper term wasn't sleeping, but she wasn't going to argue with him when he was so cold. "If you are so cold, then you should be closer to the fire," she asked him gently. She was doing her best to not harass him at this point since she knew he was still stressed out and didn't know if he was feeling any better than he had before. Instead of them being emotionless, some feeling grew into them as her's just searched Madigan's calmly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - { тαкє мє συт σf нєяє }
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 4:41 pm
мα∂ιgαи נα¢к тєяяιиzα
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
A passionate hour's never a wasted one...
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
...The violin, the poet's hand...
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
Madigan made a half attempt at a chuckle, looking to the fire with slight discomfort. "I'd rather not set myself on fire, just for the slight comfort of being warm," He said quietly, his eyes darting back to Mary's with a small, teasing smile within him. There were some things about the man that hardly ever changed, even when he was upset, such as the small teasing smiles he would give, or the jokes, or his seductive habits.
He shifted hid coat on his shoulders for what seemed to him to be the thousandth time before merely giving up on his comfort and shifting his weight on his legs, curling them to the side of his person.
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 5:33 pm
αи∂ αℓℓ ι'νє киσωи...xx
αяє вєιиg тαкєи fяσм мє вα¢к αт нσмєxxxxxxxxxxx
∂σ уσυя ωσяѕє, ωнєи ωσяℓ∂ѕ ¢σℓℓι∂єxxxxxxxxx
ℓєт тнє fєαя ¢σℓℓαρѕє, вяιиg иσ ѕυяρяιѕє...xxxxx - ✁ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She looked at him frowning at his smirk knowing it wasn't a true one. It wouldn't be as bad if he didn't try to pay himself off as happy instead of actually being upset. "Madigan, what's wrong?" she asked again still perched on the arm of his chair easily. Mary just watched him calmly before putting her face into the crook of his neck kissing it gently just taking advantage of what time she could before they had to move again. It wouldn't take long until the danger would reappear and they would have to flee. She grazed her lips across his skin again just as her eyes opened again watching his chest rise up and down as he breathed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - { тαкє мє συт σf нєяє }
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 5:56 pm
мα∂ιgαи נα¢к тєяяιиzα
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
A passionate hour's never a wasted one...
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
...The violin, the poet's hand...
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
Madigan's eyes flickered upwards in brief pleasure as he felt Mary's lips brushing his skin. He looked over at her with a small sigh. "I am fine Mary," He said, brushing his fingers across her cheek softly, tenderly, letting them trail down the side of her neck before they fell to his lap. "You worry too much about me," He said softly, tilting his head down with a gentle smile. Madigan knew they had precious little time left, and the world suddenly felt dreamlike to him, in a small bubble of peace, when otherwise they would be running, or attempting to vainly blend in, only to run again. He took Mary's hand in his own and brushed his lips against her fingertips softly before doing the same to her knuckles. He smiled, breathing in her ever familiar scent, nearly as familiar to him as his own.
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 7:09 pm
αи∂ αℓℓ ι'νє киσωи...xx
αяє вєιиg тαкєи fяσм мє вα¢к αт нσмєxxxxxxxxxxx
∂σ уσυя ωσяѕє, ωнєи ωσяℓ∂ѕ ¢σℓℓι∂єxxxxxxxxx
ℓєт тнє fєαя ¢σℓℓαρѕє, вяιиg иσ ѕυяρяιѕє...xxxxx - ✁ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mary looked at his lips kissing her knuckles unable to not smile. "I have to worry, I feel guilty when you aren't feeling fine," she said slipping down into his lap easily. The heat coming off his body that escaped him was trapped against her own making her shiver slightly liking that feeling of warmth he always had. She pressed her breast against his own before pulling her hand away to take his lips against her own. "Where are we going this evening?" she asked knowing all to well that the sunlight was coming up already just from how long she'd been asleep for. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - { тαкє мє συт σf нєяє }
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 7:20 pm
мα∂ιgαи נα¢к тєяяιиzα
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
A passionate hour's never a wasted one...
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
...The violin, the poet's hand...
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
Madigan's hand looped around Mary's waist, the left one trailing down her back gently, the right gripping her hip softly. His breath touched inside her ear as he whispered, "Why don't we stay here? At least we have a bed, no?" He asked softly with a gentle laugh as he pressed his lips to where her jaw met her neck. He loved the way that Mary pressed against him, the feeling of being able to hold someone always lifted his mood. He let his lips trail across her jaw before he kissed her lips lightly again.
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 7:39 pm
αи∂ αℓℓ ι'νє киσωи...xx
αяє вєιиg тαкєи fяσм мє вα¢к αт нσмєxxxxxxxxxxx
∂σ уσυя ωσяѕє, ωнєи ωσяℓ∂ѕ ¢σℓℓι∂єxxxxxxxxx
ℓєт тнє fєαя ¢σℓℓαρѕє, вяιиg иσ ѕυяρяιѕє...xxxxx - ✁ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "True, I can only pretend to sleep so many times," she breathed then kissed him back a little fiercer than he had. "What if they find us again?" she asked biting his lip a little with her fangs grazing his lip. She was always worried they would catch up again and she would have to kill more of her own kind again. That would mean danger of surviving again and she never knew how much more of her humanity he had lost by now as it seemed like it had been forever since the last time they fought with. She didn't wait for an answer with her arms wrapping around his neck and one hand weaving in his hair preparing for another passionate kiss. It never seemed like they had enough time to just survive and be completely safe or even slightly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - { тαкє мє συт σf нєяє }
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Unbreakable Justice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 8:36 pm
мα∂ιgαи נα¢к тєяяιиzα
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
A passionate hour's never a wasted one...
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♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
...The violin, the poet's hand...
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☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
Madigan shifted his grip on Mary and pressed her to him with his hand on the small of her back while biting playfully at her lower lip. His eyes closed, unwilling to disclose to Mary that he was thinking about her question as his lips melded with her, his tongue lightly tracing her upper lip teasingly before he ran his fingers of his left hand down her back and to her waist, holding her to him as if unwilling to let go. He opened his eyes, a soft smile in them while he brushed his right hand's fingers down the side of her cheek. He broke away from the kiss for a moment, leaning back in the chair, looking over Mary with mischievous eyes. The question she asked was admittedly forgotten to him as he put all reasonable thoughts aside.
☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧☪✧
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
♱✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦♱
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