Wolven Den

I want to see a live action Parasite Eve movie...something taking place after the second game, maybe.
 
She laughs lightly, a slight smirk touching her lips...

I would, indeed......I'm also working on a response for you..
 
Her arm turns just a bit as those fingers travel down, a bruised and scabbed welt across the back of her hand. Emerald eyes look up, studying the other woman's face, the feel of Luna's fingertips a comfort.

Might take me just a few more minutes...
 
a grin, her eyes glittering..trying to hold on to the comfort she feels at the Dark one's presence but on edge, anger simmering below the surface...breathing lightly...

It's fine, sweet Dark one, I am not in any rush...and you shouldn't be either...
 
Her head tilts just a bit, studying Luna's expression closely. Muscles within her stomach flex beneath her shirt, supporting herself on palms that were pressed into the cushions. She leaned in, attempting to softly press her lips against Luna's, the hint of a whisper against her lips...

Whatever is bugging you...it'll work out. You'll see....
 
She gets up, slowly sliding her body around Luna's. Firm fingertips find tense muscles, massaging...

Post is up, hun...
 
Moves into my Den, face blank, eyes cold, breath quick, covered in sweat, smelling of Vodka and something else. Breathing...always breathing. Focus. Flopping down onto cushion, I pick up a notebook and pen, forcing myself to read past due posts...thinking of the best ways to respond...
 
small wolf returns to her den, padding in nails clicking. She curls up, nose to tail and closes her eyes...no use talking to those who don't want to hear...fear is a stranger that does not reside within her...she can not stand to see it in others...wishes she could show them...how it feels when the darkness is out and controlled...
 
*clears throat, leaving a note to Luna about how he meant to say good night, but Lit went strange on him as he was trying to click the thread*
 
The Dreamer walks into the Den, clad in white and baby blue board shorts and a white and baby blue addias running shirt. Sweaty and breathing heavy she collapses on the floor, putting her arms above her head as she works to control her breathing.

I need to start running every day again....that was down right pathetic....
 
The rising and falling of her chest begins to slow and emerald orbs shift up to Luna. A soft smile touches her lips and she waves to the wolf.

Hey gorgeous
 
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