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[female-were.livejournal.com]

Raina's still in the bar. And still in costume.

She's finally found a comfortable position that won't bother the wings while she reads. A.k.a. she's on the couch on her stomach, wings elegantly above her where they come out her back.

She wouldn't mind an interruption if someone wanted to provide it. Really.

P.S. if you get a good look at her book, ignore that she's reading about herbs.

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[randomsbastard.livejournal.com]

"That's why I keep mine." He knows she likes it. He likes her room too.

Its weird to feel content. To feel relaxed. To feel...

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loved.

[female-were.livejournal.com]

Well, it has it's own kitchen. Who can't like that! Especially with the way these two eat.

"Forever at the mercy of the ever hiding room." She sighs dramatically, though it's pure amusement shimmering in her eyes.

It's easier for her to...accept how it feels. She did, many moons ago, have loving parents. What's more weird for her is the mutual feeling she has.

[randomsbastard.livejournal.com]

This is getting introspective. Introspection leads to weird things. Uncomfortable, in bad ways, things.

He tangles his hand in her hair and drags her face down.

[female-were.livejournal.com]

Letting her head be dragged down, she sinks her nails into his shoulder. She kisses him at the same time. She's always found getting lost in pleasurepaintouch is a good way of not thinking.

Her wings fold out to create a small amount of shielding from the rest of the bar. Their pretty and useful.