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11 yrs ago
Because of my mom's cancer treatments and some other problems I may be slow on posting in things. please be patient with me.
11 yrs ago
To all of the people I am in rps with : battling some depression right now, will be back in a day or two
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I love twisted fairytales :) Count me in.
*leans into eyesonly, pouting*
it didn't work for me... :(
it didn't work for me... :(
guess if I want to join I should read up on it too. btw eyesonly, I am in love with your sig. you get hugs my friend *epic hug of cuddly epicness*
Why is it Savi that every time I want to join one of your rps they are full?
'goes off to mope in the corner'
'goes off to mope in the corner'
I enjoy twists on fairytales so color me interested.
I've been trying to make new rps but no one is ever interested. :(
Lyra woke first in the morning. She rubbed her eyes and yawned widely. She looked over at her Mommy, who was still asleep. Mommy needed to rest more. Maybe Lyra could go and get some food. Wouldn't Mommy be happy then?
Her stomach growled. She got up carefully so as not to wake Arysta and pulled on a pair of warm pants. Her nightgown still hung long on her but she was too hungry to completely change.
Poking her head outside the tent she saw someone was at one of the bonfires already. She slipped her feet into boots before hurrying outside.
"Jamzz!" she sang in the sing-song voice every little girl knows by heart. "Jamzz!"
The child got went a little too fast for her legs and ended up tripping and falling into the snow. She got up giggling though, flecks of snow stuck to her face and hair.
She came to sit by James, her eyes going between him and the meat over the fire. It smelled really good...
But it was Jamzz food, she reminded herself. Mommy said it was wrong to take something that didn't belong to you. So Lyra picked up a stick and started poking it into the fire, getting the end hot before using it to draw patterns in the snow.
Her stomach growled. She got up carefully so as not to wake Arysta and pulled on a pair of warm pants. Her nightgown still hung long on her but she was too hungry to completely change.
Poking her head outside the tent she saw someone was at one of the bonfires already. She slipped her feet into boots before hurrying outside.
"Jamzz!" she sang in the sing-song voice every little girl knows by heart. "Jamzz!"
The child got went a little too fast for her legs and ended up tripping and falling into the snow. She got up giggling though, flecks of snow stuck to her face and hair.
She came to sit by James, her eyes going between him and the meat over the fire. It smelled really good...
But it was Jamzz food, she reminded herself. Mommy said it was wrong to take something that didn't belong to you. So Lyra picked up a stick and started poking it into the fire, getting the end hot before using it to draw patterns in the snow.
I'm starting to get really worried about Mortimer :(
Lol right I forgot. :p would you like to start or shall I? If you want me to send the first post then it will have to wait til either tonight or tomorrow night.
Haha my phone tried to turn tomorrow into tomfoolery. Silly auto-correct.
Haha my phone tried to turn tomorrow into tomfoolery. Silly auto-correct.
Lyra had finished eating and there was still a bit for Arysta.
"Mommy" she asked. "Why doesn't Kil-na and Jamzz have a family?"
"I guess they don't want any right now," Arysta answered, finishing her food quickly and getting a wooden comb. She pulled Lyra into her lap and brushed the child's long sandy hair. She had inherited Kane's hair. And his eyes. Her heart shaped face was from Arysta, as was her small nose. She was an even mix of both Kane and Arysta. A constant reminder of what they had both lost...
Arysta shook her head to snap herself from her thoughts. "Time for bed Lyra."
"Yes Mommy," the child said obediently and stood still as her mother changed her into her nightgown. She giggled as she snuggled down into the fur blankets. "Mommy?"
"Yes Lyra."
"Tell me about daddy."
Arysta felt the familiar pain in her heart. She winced and looked away. "You want to hear about him?"
Lyra nodded vigorously. "He was really brave, wasn't he Mommy?"
"Yes love, he was."
"And very handsome."
"Very."
Lyra was silent while Arysta described Kane to her. "Mommy? Did daddy mean to leave?"
Arysta's breath caught in her throat, but a small whimper escaped. She had to clear her throat multiple times before she could answer. "No love... he didn't mean to... he loved you very much."
Lyra nodded. "Mommy, don't cry," she said, reaching up for a hug. "Please don't cry."
A tear escaped as Arysta hugged her child tightly. "I just get a little lonely sometimes angel. Nothing to worry about. Go to sleep now. Dream good dreams," she said and kissed her forehead. Lyra curled up like a puppy in the warmth of the blankets and soon her breathing changed as she fell asleep.
Arysta banked the fire, covering the embers with ash so they would be ready in the morning. A soft glow still emanated from it. Arysta combed her own hair before changing into one of Kane's shirts. Wrapped her arms around it, she inhaled deeply of the shirt that had lost his scent long ago but she still liked to imagine she could smell him.
Then, crawling in beside her daughter, she wrapped her arms around her protectively and cried silently until she fell asleep.
"Mommy" she asked. "Why doesn't Kil-na and Jamzz have a family?"
"I guess they don't want any right now," Arysta answered, finishing her food quickly and getting a wooden comb. She pulled Lyra into her lap and brushed the child's long sandy hair. She had inherited Kane's hair. And his eyes. Her heart shaped face was from Arysta, as was her small nose. She was an even mix of both Kane and Arysta. A constant reminder of what they had both lost...
Arysta shook her head to snap herself from her thoughts. "Time for bed Lyra."
"Yes Mommy," the child said obediently and stood still as her mother changed her into her nightgown. She giggled as she snuggled down into the fur blankets. "Mommy?"
"Yes Lyra."
"Tell me about daddy."
Arysta felt the familiar pain in her heart. She winced and looked away. "You want to hear about him?"
Lyra nodded vigorously. "He was really brave, wasn't he Mommy?"
"Yes love, he was."
"And very handsome."
"Very."
Lyra was silent while Arysta described Kane to her. "Mommy? Did daddy mean to leave?"
Arysta's breath caught in her throat, but a small whimper escaped. She had to clear her throat multiple times before she could answer. "No love... he didn't mean to... he loved you very much."
Lyra nodded. "Mommy, don't cry," she said, reaching up for a hug. "Please don't cry."
A tear escaped as Arysta hugged her child tightly. "I just get a little lonely sometimes angel. Nothing to worry about. Go to sleep now. Dream good dreams," she said and kissed her forehead. Lyra curled up like a puppy in the warmth of the blankets and soon her breathing changed as she fell asleep.
Arysta banked the fire, covering the embers with ash so they would be ready in the morning. A soft glow still emanated from it. Arysta combed her own hair before changing into one of Kane's shirts. Wrapped her arms around it, she inhaled deeply of the shirt that had lost his scent long ago but she still liked to imagine she could smell him.
Then, crawling in beside her daughter, she wrapped her arms around her protectively and cried silently until she fell asleep.
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