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Post by ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS on Nov 16, 2012 18:12:28 GMT -5
Connor is slow, stumbling. Ace is in a light mood... impatient as always. He waits for the creature to catch up before sweeping him into his arms, laughing softly as he does. "Hold on tight." There's a bright grin painted on his face as he jogs forward, trying to keep the winged creature as still as he possibly can. He can't deny being hyper as fuck... a creature with boundless energy locked up? Never a good sign.
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Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls...?[RS:1]
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Post by connor crayze sykes on Nov 16, 2012 20:24:24 GMT -5
Con+or tensed as he was pulled into arms, terrified, and he swim rmed, clawing at the male's back in his panic. He ad oearned to control such fear, but not while stoned. He was used to his father picking him up, throwing him against a wall of pinning him to the bed. He had been dropped a number of times since Adam had died, as well as their mother.
Tears sparked, teeth gritting as he trembled and tensed, wings pulling close. Helpless.
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