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Post by Lovely on Jan 27, 2018 16:59:00 GMT -5
Haven could care less of the storm, it summoned her. She sat by the deck among the stairs and out of the way of the sailors who ran on. She felt the drops upon her face "who am I?" She questioned herself. The questions raged on like the storm in front of her she felt like the missing pieces would welcome her answers to why Forelockians were after Her, even going as far as sending out their spies. That Succubus was the last thing she had wished to have faced. She brushed her hand upon her lips. Remembering how soft and gentle his were on hers.
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Post by smg9000 on Jan 28, 2018 9:56:10 GMT -5
Shane got up from the bed and throw on his clothes. He then left the cabin and went in search of Haven. Shane eventually found her as rain battered the ship. He sat next to her silently.
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Post by Lovely on Jan 28, 2018 14:39:43 GMT -5
The solitude was nice, it was even nicer to have him by her presence. Her eyes never wandered away occasionally feeling the rain drops fall from her face. She yearned at this point wishing that the event that unfolded wouldn't make this outcome awkward. She didn't know what to say this shorelines of Treset were growing closer. From now on she knew one thing she couldn't let her guard down...that can only mean not to let her feelings get the best of ber.
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