Well, okay, that’s a bit incorrect. About 50% of the blogs I follow are a) personal friends, or b) blogs of pretty people or things. But if you are an rp blog, and I follow you, I want to rp with you.
I’m trying to make sure that I watch someone for a little while before I start to engage with them, though; a couple days at least. If I just followed you and you want to start something, though, be my guest.
Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
“Spring can heal you. If you let her. That’s limited. What do you /want/?” she repeated. “Your future.”
They were all so pushy, and Derek was so tired. He just closed his eyes and exhaled, seeming to deflate. “I don’t know.”
Autumn huffed. “Fine. One day. You want anything, /anything/, you gotta ask for it, or get it yourself. After that there better be plans for the next week.” She came and knelt before him, putting a hand under his chin and lifting it, examining his face. “You better be worth all this effort is all I gotta say. You look like a waste of money to me.”
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She refilled the mug, gulping the milk with evident enjoyment, and followed Derek around the kitchen. She watched him cook with curiosity, sniffing at everything and poking at ingredients. It felt vaguely familiar, but not enough. She frowned slightly, pushing at it, wishing for more memories.
Derek watched her poke around and walk practically on his heels. Isaac seemed to be enjoying himself as he woke up more. “Derek, you’ve got a little shadow,” he teased and Derek grinned. “Nothin’ wrong with tryin’ to get back into the swing of things.”
Summer took a handful of shredded cheese, meant for the eggs, and dumped it over Isaac’s head before darting out of reach. She liked the way teasing made her feel. Them picking on her, her teasing back, it felt right. The fact that it was three of them, that felt right too.
“Come on Summer, the party could be fun. You need to learn how to let loose once in a while.”
“I can’t afford to fail the chemistry test, though. I fail this test, and I don’t get into AP Chem next year. Then I won’t get into the college I want, and my whole family is disappointed in me. Anyway, you’ll be the only person I know there … “
“Love, is it? People can give gifts any day of the year, but we still celebrate Christmas. Or Hanukkah, as the case may be.”
“What was that you were saying about love?”
“Well you celebrate those holidays. Mostly I don’t celebrate much of anything. Well birthdays, but I guess that counts enough?” He sighed, “I meant people in general. It’s just terrible how people get caught up into everything.”
“Now you’re trying to change the subject. Does that mean no kisses? Or are you trying to say that you love me?”
Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
“You’ve enough spirit to snarl, but not take care of yourself.” Autumn leaned against the doorframe, watching him slump. “What do you want?”
“What do you mean take care of myself?” he asked. He leaned his head back against the wall and cocked it to the side. “I want my back to finish healing. It’ll do so soon enough.” He hadn’t talked about his back yet. But it was healing. Slowly. Wolfsbane whips. Didn’t leave any wolfsbane behind, but it prevented wolf healing speed normally. He wasn’t healing as slow as a human, but his healing there was extremely slowed down, almost going on 24 hours since the whipping he supposed. It was the only thing on his mind at the moment, the other ordeals compartmentalized away for now.
“Spring can heal you. If you let her. That’s limited. What do you /want/?” she repeated. “Your future.”
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
Summer emerged from her mug again to stick her tongue out at Isaac, before padding off, trailing robe hem, to find her pad and pencil. ‘what today? I don’t know what to do here’.
Derek read it as Isaac was still in his grumbly precoffee sleepy stupor. “Well, we’re just going to get something to eat. And then. I’m not really sure. We can go get you some things today.”
She refilled the mug, gulping the milk with evident enjoyment, and followed Derek around the kitchen. She watched him cook with curiosity, sniffing at everything and poking at ingredients. It felt vaguely familiar, but not enough. She frowned slightly, pushing at it, wishing for more memories.
