VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

Sat, May 16 2026, 5:52pm PDT [ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, 4, [5], 6, 7 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: Sun, Oct 03 2004, 11:02am PDT
Author: Ivy
Subject: She, on the other hand, was homesick for her actual home, the rolling hills of Scotland, and suffocating in her apartment on top of it - so the willowy redhead had escaped - it was a lose-lose situation - stay with her brother who reminded her of home in just the texture of his skin and be comforted, or stay there with her brother while he dictated her every move, what she ate, and where she went. She pursed her lips a bit, arms wrapped around her narrow waist, holding the thin gray peacoat that she wore around her tiny frame. A soft sigh shook the girls shoulders, her emerald hued eyes cast toward the floor, but seeing something else, her home, her family - things not of this place. And though she was looking quite intently at where she was going, she still managed to trip over his legs, sending herself flying quite awkwardly. "Christ!"
In reply to: Guy Snow 's message, "
" on Sun, Oct 03 2004, 9:56am PDT


[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

  • He rubbed his leg awkwardly, silently as he watched her crumble. Instinctivly covering the beer in case of "party foul" he stood up and sat the beer safely down and looked at her curiously. "You.. okay?" (NT) -- Guy, Sun, Oct 03 2004, 11:22am PDT
    Forum timezone: GMT-8
    VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
    Before posting please read our privacy policy.
    VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
    Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.