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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 11:06 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 7:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 10:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 3:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 4:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 1:26 pm
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So this is what you meant When you said that you were spent And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit Right to the top Don't hold back Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain-check
Dating ~ Mira Mitchell
❝Timothy just smirked at Mira's admonishment of her actions still finding her random moments of lioness cute in comparison to Benjamin's. Although her actions were rash, his friend's actions were just plain stupid. It was a wonder no one had tried to break his camera with all those blackmailing photos he's prone to taking, although knowing his friend he probably took precautions and had it charmed to be unbreakable. Devious but smart, a terrible combination in the hands of one Benjamin Ryans. When she answered his question regarding her anger towards her little sister he froze trying to comprehend what she just said. He had known her mother died when she was young, she'd told him that, but he had no idea it was because of child birth. Specifically Grace's. He reached over and grabbed on of her hands into his own and rubbed his thumb over the silky smooth back of it comfortingly. It was times like this he really wished he could speak, or at the very least know a one-handed sign language.The teen boy couldn't understand the pain his girlfriend must have felt at her mother's death since his was still alive. He supposed he should've felt a tiny bit of remorse for his blood father's death, but as far as he was concerned Gearvin Whitethorne was his father and had been since he could barely reach the second shelf of books. Timothy then took his hand back so he could communicate with her. "Tell me about your mum. She seems like a pretty special woman, especially since she made you." he asked her with a small smile. He didn't think apologizing for her death would really help Mira, but maybe at least talking about her mother would help ease the pain just a little bit. It was the least he could do unless there was a special chapter in the Boyfriend's Handbook which he still needed to order from Amazon. ❞
It's time to begin, isn't it? [Summer] I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit [Home] I'm just the same as I was [Mira?] Now don't you understand? [Reading and healing] That I'm never changing who I am [ooc]
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 3:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 2:00 pm
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The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold
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Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Hᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ Hᴏᴜsᴇ Eʟғ Rᴇʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ || Pᴜʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
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Phillip strolled up the walk, a light step in his gait. While he was kind of glad that he no longer had to worry about Nicole's ex-husband, he had hoped that he could have heard back from her sooner. Nevertheless, he was happy to be able to meet his grandchildren, and his son-in-law seemed to be all right. He wasn't sure, considering he remembered some of the Whitethornes being blood purists. Obviously this wasn't the case since Gearvin had married Nicole, but he still had to worry. It was his baby girl the man was involved with, after all. He just hoped that his daughter hadn't gotten involved with some psychopath like Gregory again. Had he any foresight, he would have marched up to the man and made sure that he couldn't hurt Nicole again.
He stepped up to the door and knocked politely. He didn't know how long it'd take for someone to answer the door, to be honest. He'd just been in the neighborhood (ie. he wanted to give his grandchildren a surprise) and dropped by. His hands in his pockets, he waited patiently to see if someone would come to the door.
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Location: Whitethorne Home Thinking: Hrm, Tanya's got to be out of school now, and Timothy's about sixteen. I've missed years... OOC: Sandy
Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 2:51 pm
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