Candy, Green Skies, And Hoormisters ~ P:1

[Eleatic 1033]

 

“And horrors in the halls of stone, look at last on meadows green, and trees and hills they long have known..”

 

His hand brushed her cheek, and he fed small grapes into her mouth in a romantic way, not sensual in the least. A faint smile crossing his face, before dissipating, “What the hell am I doing?” He says, staring at the rather comely woman, bed ruffled, pulling one of the grapes from her mouth and throwing it to the floor..“Why the NETHER am I feeding grapes to a LADY OF THE EVENING?!” She pouts to him, before he looks to her with an icy scowl, “Leave, leave!” He says, throwing two pillows half hazardly at her, as if she’d attack him. She stared aghast, before saying in a rather suave, posh accent. “Money for the night wasted ‘en, Sexstrins!” She said it in a way that might be construed laughable, being her profession, though nothing had occurred that night, and it was just a cockney pronunciation.. He stared at her, laughing with a malicious grin crossing his face, staying far longer than the visade of happiness, “Leave you half witted ..hoor!, leave or you’ll wish you had..” He says this in a way that a villain in a poor bit of writing might.

 

Her eyes cross, and she nods, “Just wait, Sexstrin’s, you’ll wish you’d jhust payehed..” Six nods on to her, laughing once more, it was a deep laugh, and with his grin it might be stereotypical of a villain, or a mastermind, though he was neither. “Wish I'd of stiffed her AFTER I st-..” He makes a loud laugh, slightly realizing the double entendre’ he had created. Nodding to himself in a vastly egotistical way, “I am too funny..” To an outside observer, he might seem slightly schizophrenic with his self affection, and quite considerably moronic of six, there was an observer. The ***** stood about to leave, “Bloodeh nut..” He just nodded, “Didn’t I say go?!”  he says in a loud shout. She slammed the door, and he laid on the woolen bed, it was uncomfortable, enough to make him cringe at the stone-like tendencies of it, he laid down, and with considerable difficulty, fell into a slumber.

 

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It was the next evening when two men sat in the center of [sic:Kingston.], on a bench, a man with lightly brown hair, and a man with obviously dyed maple-crimson, they conversed over many things, of the weather, of politics, and of the boil of philosophy which brought them both into an argument over the afterlife for a good hour. Though after this, they simply began to walk, enjoying eachothers company. They were family, that was what anyone with two eyes could discern, minus their hair they had near identical facial features, the crimson haired man's lightly wrinkled around the mouth, [albeit the only difference. was that. Nearly twins. That being, Edemah was far more comely..], “So, Edemah, how has life been treating you?”

 

He says finally, it was a question that had been avoided for the course of their conversation, and it had weighed heavily on both of their minds. Edemah looked to his father for a good few moments, almost as if a spark had lit, if he had remembered something life changing, though nothing had been said. “I suppose it doesn’t come easily..” He says with a sigh, staring at Edemah with ice cold anger. “If you want to get anywhere in life, you need to learn how to think on your feet!” He says, smacking the back of Edemah’s head, tittering a bit, “Now, what is the matter? I would’ve accepted a lie, but too late for that, ‘ey?” Edemah chuckled, and patted his father on his back, “Good to see you, dad..” Before hastily attempting to steer the conversation in another direction.

 

Six chuckled at him, “Secrets still, EdeE?” He says, patting him on the head, “Come now, unless you are bedding one of my..err.. Concubines, I have no quibble!” Edemah turned red as a beet, and slurred his words further, “I.. I-I..I!!” He says desperately, six eyes him with a widened eye, and a wider grin.. “Well, now I know why I never find you!” He says, chuckling in exuberant volume. Before Edemah clutches at his throat, and interrupts him with a clear degree of anger, “NO!”, Six pats him on the back. “Come now.. I’m just playing!” Edemah shoves him roughly, “Stop, just stop!” He says this in a way not like a son, but filled with anger, like a shadow of his father. They say no more words, but Six cracks one of his malicious grins, looking with half an eye to his son, almost as if confirmation of relation.

 

(TL;DR: I'M BACK BEBBEH!)

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Dvari feels a disturbance in the Sixstrings' dimension. He shrugs it off. ((Welcome back :P))

[Stephensj 327]

((THE GLORIOUS MUSTACHE RETURNS))

[Eleatic 1033]

((PRAISE BE THE MUTSACHE.

 

UNMUSTACHED HEATHENS MUST BE PURGED

 

LONG LIVE THE GANG OF MUSTACHIOS!

 

Hue, on a more serious note, good to be back.))