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From not far off in the distance, Warsaw picked up on the ashen demoiselle as she moved towards him with speed. He tore his gaze away from the big, porcelain ball which sat high in the atmosphere to see as she pulled up not too far from where he was standing in the small patch of earth. And there she was again, her beauty illuminated by the soft, pale rays given off by the moon. For a second there, he felt relieved; she had shown up after all. See, you were worrying about nothing you moron. Stained lappinettes flicked forward upon hearing the sweet words which came from her supple, onyx velveteens and couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Warsaw really didn’t know how he could piss Firelight off so much. The only crime that he had committed thus far was pretty much being born. It’s not like he could help it. His father had picked a mare at random, forcibly did the deed and left again. It was all about the timing. ”Well, I can’t exactly take complete responsibility for that. You see, your parents knew my father, and they didn’t exactly get along too well. Truthfully, my father despised your father, and had intended to eventually take over the Greens. Naturally being his son, its understandable why you’re mother isn’t too fond about me hanging around…” That’s what else worried the rich, tawny vagabond paused briefly, had he said too much. Sure Fiore didn’t know that much about Dog Soldiers and his grand master plan to destroy her family, but could it have an impact on what she would think about him. She deserved to know the truth about him. Warsaw gathered up his courage and swallowed his pride. This was the moment. He was either about to win her, or lose her for good, but it was a risk he was prepared to take. It had been three years that he had held onto these words, and it was about time that they came out. ”Fiore, there is a particular reason I asked you to meet me out here, there is something I need to say… Warsaw paused again, this time he took a deep breath before continuing. ”the truth is… I… I… I love you…” And it was said. Muscles began to tense under his sepia peltry. He was prepared for the worse, one of the lessons his father taught him finally had some use. But he had said it, and was prepared to accept the consequences of his actions. He waited patiently, trying to anticipate how she would respond, but in essence, he had no idea what to expect. He was blind. i dreamt that i killed god warsaw testosterone fuscuous thoroughbred tall enough son of dog soldiers |
