Some IC and OOC glimpses by Brit and Friends. ((Most entries are unedited 25 min. writing exercises. Please do not whine about grammar, etc. All other comments welcomed.))
Prof. Parker ambles across cobble stoned streets when the sounds of a waltz faintly tickle his ears. At first he feels irritation, swatting it away as if it were a mosquito. Soon, perhaps too soon, the buzzing begins to mesmerize, tantalize and ... beguile him. He becomes aware of a hint of vanilla musk floating in the air mixing with something citric. It stops him in his tracks. He closes his eyes and drinks in the faint scents and sounds, his shoulders and body begin to sway. Lost in the memory, or perhaps dream of a faraway time and distance place where roses bloomed in the night.
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Like before, it is the most wonderful thing, Ethan. *huggles*
*spins you around and grins before dipping you low, then pulling you against him for a sweet kiss*
Prof. Parker ambles across cobble stoned streets when the sounds of a waltz faintly tickle his ears. At first he feels irritation, swatting it away as if it were a mosquito. Soon, perhaps too soon, the buzzing begins to mesmerize, tantalize and ... beguile him. He becomes aware of a hint of vanilla musk floating in the air mixing with something citric. It stops him in his tracks. He closes his eyes and drinks in the faint scents and sounds, his shoulders and body begin to sway. Lost in the memory, or perhaps dream of a faraway time and distance place where roses bloomed in the night.
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