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 Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 6:53 pm
*She touched his arm, leaning on him and kissing his chest.* Well lucky for them it will be very hard to kill me. But that begs the question, what if a demon killed me? Would it be the same? Or a god? *She shook her head* Never mind, a felines curiosity is a silly thing. Come, let's help plan our childrens' wedding.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:12 pm
Nahumar simply nodded. He handed her two gems that look alike.
"I made them to fit the sockets of rings I am currently making. Now what should we set up next? I will do whatever you ask from me." he explained.
Incubo sat on the bed and wondered what Sogno had in mind for him. I bet any color would look great on you."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 11:20 pm
*Sogno pouted* That doesnt really help me... *She thought a while.* Maybe a darker color, since you're skin has grown darker as you mature. *Sogno looked at her own skin which hadn't taken their mother's silvery tone, but rather a healthy golden tan.* But mixed with a lighter color to set off my own tone... *She smiled* I already see it. Now, hair up? Down? Veil? *she shook her head* Agh, I'll let mom help me with that. For now... *She grinned at Incubo.* What are you gonna wear?
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 1:35 pm
Incubo, feeling caught off guard, scratched the back of his neck.
"Honestly, I have no idea. I look terrible in suits as it is. And I am not fond of anything like a skirt." he was looking at his own normal outfit. His taste in clothing was a bit bad, except for that night. He thought about it a bit more.
"Maybe I can just match the color that you wear or get something to compliment it." Incubo smiled, hoping to get out of this situation and focus on a real outfit. In truth he was a bit nervous to hold Sogno's hand in front of many people.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 10:35 pm
Incubo could feel the time coming closer. Marriage with Sogno. He really was nervous. To think he would spend the rest of his life with his sister as his wife. He wanted to feel happy.
But recently, he has found out his power was even greater. He started to loose his ability to dream and his taste in food diminished. He now had no reason to sleep and all the symptoms were once again mimicking his father. Incubo did not want this.
One day, Incubo went to the springs to clear his mind. He thought about how Sogno was truly different. He did not regret being in love with his own sister. He regret ever winning Nevermore. He embedded the sword in the dirt as he put his hands over his face in sadness. A few of the parasites were worried about their father.
"Little ones. I am thankful for that. But I do not know if i can handle this responsibility and be in love with Sogno."
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