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 Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 5:26 pm
Micah Boyé Micah crept his hand onto Mae's hips and gave her a soft squeeze, to tickle her of course. He moved his legs as to avoid the reaction that could ultimately end with him being jacked in the crotch. He gave out a soft yawn, a sign he was tired and probably going to pass out because her bed was so soft. With left hand raised up he ran his fingers through his long silky hair and attempted to sing something, though he couldn't do it as he was laying down and constricting his airways, he still sung however, just not able to hold out all the notes. When the song spoke of sleeping with a woman he made a smile and looked to Mae, while when he hit the chorus he almost soared with melody. "You make your past your past. His words echoed as he repeated the line from earlier in the song and couldn't help but smiling, staring at the fan spinning, and his abs now slightly exposed as he had begun scratching his stomach and chest through the bottom of his shirt.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:15 pm
 ______________Seeing him yawn offended her. For some reason, she thought that he was bored by her, and no idea why she even cared. Oh crushes. Micah started to sing. Again. This boy was just a juke box full of songs for everything. Although, she did like the sight of him laying down on her bed and smiling at her from the mentioning of sleeping with a woman. Such a flirt. There they were, exposed again to her greedy eyes. His toned stomach that would almost cause her to drool. Mae decided to lay back down on the bed but face him and watch him play with his hair and smile at whatever the boy was smiling at on her ceiling.
Mae then decided to be bold. When his hands stopped scratching his stomach, she eyed her fingers creeping up to his side. The pads of her fingertips ran along his skin and up to his lower abdomen where she could feel a trail of soft, fine hair. Her eyes closed as her fingers slid up his shirt and onto his chest. After pulling her hand back out, she inched her body closer to his and started to curve her position to fit perfectly with his. Mae left her hand laying on top of his chest (above the shirt). A gentle sigh and a warm smile came from her, just from feeling up his body. God, if only I didn't have morals. .
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 3:32 am
 Oh, one of her more.. serious of followers – as they all should be, but.. Hyacinth could sense before she had even approached the home that it was the household of a grieving family. The fairy was sure to be quiet when she 'poof'ed from the porch into the home's living room. It was dark, but considering the house, it should be expected. None of the others had been there just yet, but, again, Hyacinth was too punctual of a fairy to ever be anything but the first to a home. She moved to the coffee table, where she pulled a pale green envelope from seemingly nowhere to set down, alongside a sudden, large jar of fluttering fireflies to light up the dark environment. On the note, one would find the name Milinda Romane, a note inside addressed to the same woman.
“ Although I haven't seen you for very long, Milinda, you seem to be an exceptional worker that I hope will remain for the years to come. Tread carefully around your superiors and remember that an obstacle is not a rest stop. Ilex will miss your brother dearly, but the Goddess is certainly tending to him – I recommend giving her an offering daily if you truly worry about his standing. Ah, but be sure to remain on schedule! Never be late, never put off work, and an unnecessary break would be looked down on gravely by myself! I expect you to remain the hard worker you appear to have been in the past, Milinda.”
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 8:14 am
 ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ - Carnation - ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Now that was a cool ceiling fan. Carnation had made sure to move quietly around the home, or rather poof in the place she needed to. Rather surprising since this was a new follower. The girl had a pretty bad year, so she deserved a good honey cocoa scented candle! Under it was a red envelope with Mae Romane written on top and a letter inside written in neat handwriting. What a year Mae. It started pretty good but… I feel for you kid, it must be horrible, but you’re going through strong. You’ll be all right. Just remember your brother’s in a better place now. Maybe you should take a break and head to the hot springs to relieve some stress… and you know visit me?The place was creepily eerie, but the fairy knew why. The grief! And that was probably why she left so quickly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 7:41 am
-Carnation-
It was her last stop of the night, one she saved for last. Mae... our conflicted musician who was still grieving. Perhaps not as much as before, but it could definitely still be seen. That's why Carnation took her time floating her way to the woman's room, reflecting on how she was doing. This year had been a good one for Mae though, and she was glad. Besides it was the only flesh bag that actually visited her! Of course she was a favorite~ That's why Carnation actually had some trouble deciding what to get her! In the end, she had decided on something that fitted a musician... or at least that's what she proposed to do. Stopping at the woman's bedroom, she scanned the place for the classic bedside table and floated over there with all the calm in the world. Hey it was early and she finished all her rounds... well almost. She finished now as she placed a letter addressed to Mae Romane and few accessories for her guitar, a new strap, picks, and some other stuff that Carnation forgot the name off. The fairy gave herself a nod of approval, her rounds were done and she poofed away into the night.
Dear Mae~
It's been a while since we talked kid. Since the start of the year~ It was great to talk to a flesh bag without them going crazy, actually just talking to them is rather fun! I gotta say, I'm quite proud on how you're doing lately. I won't get into the bad stuff because we don't have time for that. We applaud how awesome you're doing. And forget about the Micah kid, he's worth nothing. There's plenty of men to go after in this place, or fish... Whatever you flesh bags call them. Keep your sister company and help her out. Don't stop playing though, I want to hear more from you, and feel free to visit me again~ I'll be there!
From your fiery leader...
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 1:18 am
Was coming to this home ever going to be a pleasant one? They were mourning for a good time and, now, as Hyacinth hovered into the household, she was more than just a little peeved. Milinda had been a good follower - she even visited the Goddess, which was more than anyone in town who wasn't a native-born resident ever did! But, she couldn't let the woman slide for one second lest she learn the wrong behavior was correct. Hyacinth had decided well before entering the home that she wasn't going to give the woman a break and, as she entered Milinda's room, she went to the floor to.. well, do a strange little dance completely out of the ordinary for a stern fairy such as Hyacinth. But, it did it's task as, minutes after she finished, hundreds of wide eyes stared back at her from underneath the woman's bed. Rats. She gave a look at the rodents before going over to drop her letter on the night stand and leaving the home. They would do little harm, considering Hyacinth's fondness of the nurse, but dozens of rats suddenly dashing out from around one's feet would be enough of a scare to hopefully get Milinda back to her wits.
“ I don't have much I really wish to say to you, Milinda. However, it is not in my duty to ignore even unpleasant cases – so, I am forced to have to address you. I have given you leeway ever since your brother's demise, however the mourning period is over. You have impressed me by attending to the church and praising the Goddess – I am certain she is pleased with you and your newly-found devotion – but, that is not my concern. You have unwittingly stepped onto a path far from your true one; one that I disapprove of strongly. I have sent you a warning today in hopes that you will be more cautious and avoid any such distractions. If you must find something to busy your time, I advise you find new ways to advance in your aspirations. I am certain you are capable of taking a part-time job alongside your current one or studying further into your field – there are several better ways to waste your time rather than approaching a degenerate. Blind date or not, Milinda, you are foolish to have not discontinued contact. I already have one man fooling around with some low-life, I don't need you to do it as well!”
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