Damion knew he had to do it. For so long he had neglected to commit the action he had so longed for, it had bounced in his brain, fermenting, marinating beautifully in his mind. Finally, he was with his mate once more, and now it seemed mandatory, so he sat on his newly-purchased schreibtisch in an office Hannah had left open for him, topped with a dwindling candle, pulled out a thin ballpoint pen of ebony ink, and reached down below his seat.
With a shrill, squeak of age, the small door in Damion's cabinet opened up, a Sekunde compartment being unlocked Von the sound of his voice.
"Whyte," he uttered simply.
Once unlocked, he thumbed through a few folders in the secret compartment, then held out a single sheet of paper, setting it out on his desk.
"Much better~" he smiled small, then began to writte on it, giving a delighted grin.
Paragraph Von paragraph, he was enamored with his work, each pen-stroke giving him a chill, he blushed, he smiled, laughed softly, squeaked, and even Lost himself in hopeful longing.
Not once did he notice the lines had filled every single inch of what was once a plain, leafy sheet of paper. He turned to the back, Schreiben a few Mehr lines down, until his passionate feuer of creativity and emotion finally died down, and he sighed in relief, folding up the paper into thirds.
Damion carefully slipped the folded sheet into an envelope, closing it up, and tipped the candle, its wax collected into a small drop-sized pool on the folded oben, nach oben of the envelope, he then proceeded to stamp the wax before it dried with a stylized "K", the first initial of his family name, then blew out the candle without haste.
Damion turned in his chair, gingerly grasping his newly made letter from the heart, his feathers fluffed and a cool chill ran down his spine, a small pinkish hue similar to a blush slowly blossomed on his cheeks.
Tip-toeing past the frigid tile floors beneath his feet, he snuck out of his office room, and across the hallway, carefully opening the door to Hannah's room where he found her curled up in a bett she had planned to share with him prior to his incarceration.
He gave her a longing look as she soundly slept, her luxuriously silken hair strewn around her head from tossing and turning so much, her eyes shut in bliss, and most of her body; save for one foot curled up and softly twitching, beneath the covers of a fluffy blanket.
At this, Damion snuck the envelope under her pillow, her sleepy head rolling slightly in response. He then planted a KISS onto her forehead and softly slipped under the covers with her.
Before he closed his eyes and the world around him descended into the realm of dreams and relaxation, he felt Hannah's flipper wickeln, wickeln sie around his own, and he cracked a small smile. He snuggled up on his girlfriend's side, and finally breathed deep, landing himself into a peaceful slumber.
"Goodnight my love~" he managed to utter before he invariably passed out with tired eyes of hope.
With a shrill, squeak of age, the small door in Damion's cabinet opened up, a Sekunde compartment being unlocked Von the sound of his voice.
"Whyte," he uttered simply.
Once unlocked, he thumbed through a few folders in the secret compartment, then held out a single sheet of paper, setting it out on his desk.
"Much better~" he smiled small, then began to writte on it, giving a delighted grin.
Paragraph Von paragraph, he was enamored with his work, each pen-stroke giving him a chill, he blushed, he smiled, laughed softly, squeaked, and even Lost himself in hopeful longing.
Not once did he notice the lines had filled every single inch of what was once a plain, leafy sheet of paper. He turned to the back, Schreiben a few Mehr lines down, until his passionate feuer of creativity and emotion finally died down, and he sighed in relief, folding up the paper into thirds.
Damion carefully slipped the folded sheet into an envelope, closing it up, and tipped the candle, its wax collected into a small drop-sized pool on the folded oben, nach oben of the envelope, he then proceeded to stamp the wax before it dried with a stylized "K", the first initial of his family name, then blew out the candle without haste.
Damion turned in his chair, gingerly grasping his newly made letter from the heart, his feathers fluffed and a cool chill ran down his spine, a small pinkish hue similar to a blush slowly blossomed on his cheeks.
Tip-toeing past the frigid tile floors beneath his feet, he snuck out of his office room, and across the hallway, carefully opening the door to Hannah's room where he found her curled up in a bett she had planned to share with him prior to his incarceration.
He gave her a longing look as she soundly slept, her luxuriously silken hair strewn around her head from tossing and turning so much, her eyes shut in bliss, and most of her body; save for one foot curled up and softly twitching, beneath the covers of a fluffy blanket.
At this, Damion snuck the envelope under her pillow, her sleepy head rolling slightly in response. He then planted a KISS onto her forehead and softly slipped under the covers with her.
Before he closed his eyes and the world around him descended into the realm of dreams and relaxation, he felt Hannah's flipper wickeln, wickeln sie around his own, and he cracked a small smile. He snuggled up on his girlfriend's side, and finally breathed deep, landing himself into a peaceful slumber.
"Goodnight my love~" he managed to utter before he invariably passed out with tired eyes of hope.
Name : Haku
Age : 19
Occupation : Hit Man
relatives : Unknown
Friends : Aurore, people in Fanpop and DeviantArt
Bio :
(im too lazy D: maybe tomorrow)
Facts :
likes :
being alone, weapons, killing spree.
dislikes :
being in a crowd, germs, girly stuff.
Favorit color :
lavender, kartause, chartreuse green
Favorit drink :
beer, cocktail, applejack.
Favorit Essen :
pizza, sushi, fishcakes
phobics :
weapon of choice :
assault rifle, anderthalbliterflasche, magnum handgun, sniper, rifle, AK-47 rifle
Age : 19
Occupation : Hit Man
relatives : Unknown
Friends : Aurore, people in Fanpop and DeviantArt
Bio :
(im too lazy D: maybe tomorrow)
Facts :
likes :
being alone, weapons, killing spree.
dislikes :
being in a crowd, germs, girly stuff.
Favorit color :
lavender, kartause, chartreuse green
Favorit drink :
beer, cocktail, applejack.
Favorit Essen :
pizza, sushi, fishcakes
phobics :
weapon of choice :
assault rifle, anderthalbliterflasche, magnum handgun, sniper, rifle, AK-47 rifle