"Where should I run to? When I am alone I crave company, when I have company I crave to be alone. And marrige? I am married, married to the life of the wildernis. There is no man in my life and there has never been."

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“Perhaps you should look for a man. And you will find one.” He sighed softly and lay back down.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"I am blind to anything like that... I couldnt sense love if it got up, danced naked in front of my face then gave me a haircut..."she sighed and leaned against the headset "What about you? Do you have a woman, in a beautifull country village?"

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"No. I drove my lover to her death... I was cruel in my youth..." he sighed and laughed bitterly.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"Were we not all?" she looked at him carefully.

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It was with a sigh of contempt that Kael leant against the bathroom sink, hands washing underneath cold water as he smirked at the mirror.
He could hear the conversation through the wall, although...more promising than that, he could hear footsteps.

Ah, someone was following as he had longed them to..., for the bright-haired boy did...so...love the attention.

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Sighing and desperate for fresh air, Dorian walked out of the bedroom, his head in his hands. He whispered to himself non-stop as he moved to along the landing, his eyes glinting crimson again.
He paused as he passed the bathroom, his slight frame trembling again.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Rhan watched him go and shook her head slightly. Sighing she got up and followed him out.
"Do you fear me?" she asked carefully as they stopped by the bathroom.

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Dorian shook his head. "No. I only fear fear its self."

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

name: Vanya goldheart
Age: 13
Short description: Blue eyes, long golen blonde hair and short for an elf
Short history: grew up with an annoying sister father is king of langwell and mother is a snob who thinks lillanya is the best and vanya is a cow who needs a bath... I DO NOT NEED A BATH!!!!!!!!

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blondes maybe stupid at times, but i'm stupid all the time ^^

Kael's head turned to assess Dorian as he wandered.
"Escaping, love?" he asked without raising his eyes, hands lifting from the sink before he began to look over his glass-like nails.

"Or just looking for some good company?"

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Dorian's voice caught in his throat. "I'm not sure, Kael... Escape? I cannot escape my fate... So I suppose it must be the company."

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

"So you are Kael." Rhavaniel smiled calmly, pushing black hair behind the pointed tip of her ear.

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"good day my good sires, i was passing by and my dog ran off, have any you seen him?" [btw i'm sad... lol ^^] walks in in the room loking around.

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blondes maybe stupid at times, but i'm stupid all the time ^^

Bright blue eyes set on Rhavaniel before he raised those long-fingered hands a little, setting one against a high cheekbone to play fingers like a piano over his luminous skin.

"Guilty...as charged, darling."

Those fingers seemed to be constantly fiddling, constantly playing, as the other wound over the hem of his trousers, drumming against the top of a slender thigh.

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

she looks around very shoked with what she sees and runs out. [i'm a popular loser ^^]

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blondes maybe stupid at times, but i'm stupid all the time ^^