^Nothing Matters More^ -- Gatherplace

[ 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):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1 ]

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

Date Posted: 17:02:43 05/12/02 Sun
Author: Griffon Todd
Subject: ^Nothing Matters More^
In reply to: Celeste Riecburg 's message, "Do They?" on 16:43:54 05/12/02 Sun

^He shrugs, lithe shoulders the only part of him to be in motion. The ball begins darting in and out of fingers, despite being larger than the gaps between digits^

I'll try and drop in for a day or so, but I can't promise anything. Adrian and I decide on things as they happen, and aren't likely to be tied to any appointment except for September 1st.

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

Replies:

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Strangers don't have to remain strangers -- Adrian Smallwood, 12:43:52 05/13/02 Mon

The resident imp almost seemed to slither with a stealth not many knew was an arcane talent of his to the posterior side of his chestnut tressed confidant, peering over his should with obvious gambol in his warm, brown eyes. The fuscous tinged optics followed the motions of the scanty ball relentlessly, patience his key as he contrived a plan to extricate it from his friend's coordinated fingers. However, a sudden fatigue betided him and, slightly baffled as to his sudden diziness although it camaflouged itself into not being perceptible by a stranger such as the female, he plopped down quickly and almost thoughtlessly with recklessness upon an exquisitely hand crafted chair. A purplish bruise began forming on the gregarious, attrahent's gamin's forearm, but it was disregarded. With casual nonchalance, his soft gaze flickered to both of them and with tact, he spoke. "Griff." An acute angle of his chin upward signified his acknowledgement to the veritably trusted male, and he performed the same sort of greeting to his [Griffon's] new acquaintance.

[ Post a Reply to This Message ]
[ Edit | View ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> We Musn't Take For Granted What Time We Have To Share -- Celeste Riecburg, 15:25:38 05/13/02 Mon

Celeste smiled,

You do that.

She paused,

Does Adrian live with you?

But it seemed he had approached, and gave her a 'heads up' kind of glance.

Hi Adrian.

She said.

[ Post a Reply to This Message ]
[ Edit | View ]