06-01-2017, 12:29 AM
(Don't worry about angst. I actually thing it suits this story very well. You could say is a more realistic and challenging version of our other roleplay. Of course, this one was of your invention and for that I congratulate you. :D )
Furious passion woke on Rorik's chest as soon as his lover defended their bond, imposing fierce green orbs over the table. The human couldn't avoid to smile, even if that earned more rage from the patriarch. However, a flash of their babies under stress made him stand up quickly, gently touching M's abdomen, soothing him with small circles. It wasn't a stopping point for the fairy's declaration though, who continued to scold his father in a mix of sadness and fury.
A strange feeling crawled under the seeder’s skin, until the awaited happened. Marcus fainted and in the blink of an eye his mate was there, holding him and trying not to freak out all at once. Much to ask to the humble giant, who aside from work, was terrible at multitasking. Still, noting impedes him from taking proper care of the submissive fae.
Marc, c’mon lil’ bastard, open your eyes. Open your eyes love. Leekev released a breath he didn’t know was holding when his husband came to reality in a sea of dizziness. The dominant didn’t waste time on planting a sweet kiss on his forehead, thanking Rachel for her promise and assistance.
It wasn’t like John had a heart made of pure ice. The male left his seat quickly with stress puring out of him, preparing to check out his son. Yet, he stopped, dealing with internal conflicts as M’s orbs looked hurt, not physically.
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Don’t apologize my angel. I should have seen this coming. Just tell me, how do you feel? Any pain in your belly? Asked Rorik, embracing Marcus from behind in what used to be his childhood bed. Lazy kisses danced in the fairy’s neck, warm hands protecting his tummy from any harm. (Yeah, doesn’t matter they are in the most peaceful room in the world, the alpha will still do it)
Your old man has learned things the “old school” way I guess. I’m willing to give him some time to assimilate our situation. Stated R. Only if you are willing too. They locked glances, almost lacing lips when the mother knocked on the door.
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(Sorry. I want you to take the lead while we are at Marc’s family house. That’s why I don’t progress a lot in my replies. By the way, I know it’s obvious but the word “bastard” is just a silly nickname)
Furious passion woke on Rorik's chest as soon as his lover defended their bond, imposing fierce green orbs over the table. The human couldn't avoid to smile, even if that earned more rage from the patriarch. However, a flash of their babies under stress made him stand up quickly, gently touching M's abdomen, soothing him with small circles. It wasn't a stopping point for the fairy's declaration though, who continued to scold his father in a mix of sadness and fury.
A strange feeling crawled under the seeder’s skin, until the awaited happened. Marcus fainted and in the blink of an eye his mate was there, holding him and trying not to freak out all at once. Much to ask to the humble giant, who aside from work, was terrible at multitasking. Still, noting impedes him from taking proper care of the submissive fae.
Marc, c’mon lil’ bastard, open your eyes. Open your eyes love. Leekev released a breath he didn’t know was holding when his husband came to reality in a sea of dizziness. The dominant didn’t waste time on planting a sweet kiss on his forehead, thanking Rachel for her promise and assistance.
It wasn’t like John had a heart made of pure ice. The male left his seat quickly with stress puring out of him, preparing to check out his son. Yet, he stopped, dealing with internal conflicts as M’s orbs looked hurt, not physically.
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Don’t apologize my angel. I should have seen this coming. Just tell me, how do you feel? Any pain in your belly? Asked Rorik, embracing Marcus from behind in what used to be his childhood bed. Lazy kisses danced in the fairy’s neck, warm hands protecting his tummy from any harm. (Yeah, doesn’t matter they are in the most peaceful room in the world, the alpha will still do it)
Your old man has learned things the “old school” way I guess. I’m willing to give him some time to assimilate our situation. Stated R. Only if you are willing too. They locked glances, almost lacing lips when the mother knocked on the door.
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(Sorry. I want you to take the lead while we are at Marc’s family house. That’s why I don’t progress a lot in my replies. By the way, I know it’s obvious but the word “bastard” is just a silly nickname)