Vyara snickers. Oh, of course Celentia doesn’t appreciate her errant housemate poking around in things. Of course, Vyara can’t resist. She giggles, knowing the number-one way to get her to look somewhere is to tell her it’s off-limits.
Celentia certainly has some interesting things in her drawers. Much of it is a bit big for Vyara, but this particular outfit (for lack of anything better to call it) fits quite nicely. And it shows off how well-endowed Vyara is and the lace leaves little to the imagination.
"Bring that here, hm?" The Blood Knight turns to her somewhat frazzled housemate. "Now, would you like this outfit on or off?"
Ira recoils from Vire’s words, shaking. I wish you’d never been born. Why does he suddenly hate her so much? They’d been so close, he’d stayed even though he knew something of her insecurities, they maybe thought they had a future together…
Had he found out about her past? What did he know? Why did he hate her so much?
"What did I do wrong?" Ira asks, feeling hot tears in her eyes. "I don’t understand. Vire, I love you!"
He shakes his head and turns away, hiding his face with a hood. “I wish things were that simple.”
Ira raises an eyebrow. “Knock what off?” she asks innocently. “Really, I haven’t done anything. I’m just trying to help you.” She’s been sitting at the other warlock’s bedside, making sure he doesn’t get in any further trouble. Fel magic is dangerous, after all, and she hates seeing one of her fellow warlocks get injured as a result. “Hold still. I’m trying to clean this burn before it gets infected.”
From the pillow, Xelrogg snickers softly and keeps poking Al’s ear.
things I have learned from having altogether too much caffeine today:
old raids and more arenas and rp stuff all sound awesome after I’m done eating my body weight in grilled cheese sandwiches
Perhaps I didn’t need the Monster Ultra Red
if anyone needs me I’ll be sitting here vibrating quietly