alive
11-20-2016, 03:10 PM
| Poser is warm because he hurts. He hurts so badly from the inside out, so he will fix everyone else in his place. It was easier that way. It was easier for him to reach out and hold tightly to those that need the support. He would hold them up, he would work with them. This woman was one of the first he hadn't told that he was a god among men. That was strange for him, of course. He did like to seem like far more than he actually was. That's the way he portrays himself. He would always live to cone off as more, as brighter, as far more brilliant. It's to the more floral area that they move, his long legs and lithe build carrying him forth. They are so lovely, and today is so lovely. Flowers and plants, and more towards the water--ah ha! He's excited, romping forward in the chest high reeds, laughing. It's a laugh that rings softly in his chest, picking up a broad sort of excitement. "I've been living on the southern continent, in an old castle. What about you?" The black dog launches himself into the shallow water, splashing broadly as he does. If Ara was to come any closer, he'd bounce and splash at her as well. Sometimes there's a sense of childlike wonder to the man that can't be quelled. Today, it's beautiful. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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