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text; thank god for spellcheck because its the only thing making her messages readable

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hey solomon
i have a friend

very good

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[Sounds like an exaggeration.]

Oh? Something like that was inevitable.

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do you know anything about wine
you do right
amshel made you drink enough of it

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Why would you be inquiring about alcohol?

[]

im sorry

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_{[So someone has been busy playing dressup. Enjoy your selfie of your Queen in a beautiful wedding gown with another vampire in a golden suit. Yeah, remember that guy? You should, Solomon, even though he's not on his knees this time.]}

what do you think
am i pretty
does it suit me

_{[Say yes.]}

this is messed up (1/2)

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[There's approximately a six hour delay between receiving the photos and processing them, summoning the right response. He'd rather not deal with it. Part of him would like to sniff the pair out, while the other half's happy to continue with his day as if he'd seen nothing.]

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Perhaps.

[The Solomon-equivalent of "K".]

( text ) FROM: ✨👑KING JJ👑✨

[underwhelms]

can i ask you a question about diva

✨

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Of course.

cont from before i aint linking that

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[He allows himself to be pulled -- a stark lack of resistance can be felt from JJ's end, most likely. Something about him being incredibly forward sits hindered at the tip of his tongue; expressing anything like that is a recipe for him to utter the most unappealing dick-retracting thing feasible.]

For someone who pulled the beds apart, you seem to favor intimacy.

[He'll shift, bodily moving to straddle JJ's middle rather than lay at his side like those old people at the end of Titanic. His fingers slip between the skater's, pressing the back of his hand to the mattress without actual force.]

Or have I misunderstood?

[underwhelms]

[ Solomon's right in assuming that; JJ tends to favour physical closeness, even among strangers. Personal space is more of a suggestion as far as he's concerned, and it plays right into his playful personality. There's no weight behind his actions however, they're flighty and easy, lacking the intent that Solomon's weight over his middle might imply.

This isn't inline with any of his previous experiences, and the shift in attitude takes him off guard. He smiles all the same, keeping his confidence. ]

I do. Seems like you do too.

[ It's unexpectedly bold. At least, in JJ's limited understanding of Solomon, who had come off as a proper English gentleman. ]

Now it all makes sense. Was this entire evening a long plan to get you here?

text; sent at like 3am from ur couch

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in the hues of autumn air
yours drifts a ghostly sick white
frozen like the morning mist
numb hands intertwine


flaxen waves drift, not fragile
trodden steps reaching nowhere
the path we weave together
will it reach the end?


lingering at dawn, at dusk
what can be seen in red skies?
i'd rather look to your eyes
with nothing behind

1/3

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[Who even texts Solomon? Nobody. So when his cell phone chirps at him, he's stirring, glancing about the room for the source of whatever dinged at him; it's a colorful signal that eventually steals his attention, flashing intermittently to signify a received, unchecked message.

It's within arms reach, so he'll snatch the device up, squint unpleasantly at the screen...]

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[The message is read about four times before he can comprehend what's going on, as if the sender shouldn't have made the meaning a glaring thing. It's too early -- late? To wrestle with the dokis.

He will eventually rise up, make a quiet trek into the living room, gross moccasin slippers helping him in making a silent entry. He'll linger by the doorway, arms crossed. He's donning his most normal ensemble yet.]

So you made it...

[Playing it cool; he'll belatedly tuck his phone into a pocket, as if to erase his purpose here.]

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Come to bed.

[It's an abrupt invitation, hardly giving him enough time to react to his initial statement.]

text; the day of divas net post

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I didn't think you were the jealous type.

[it's endearing]

Hey

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And what lead you to believe something like that?

text

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we need halloween costumes

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Have you a theme in mind?

[She must...............]

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In Wyver, the leaves don't change for the seasons. Is the view from Olympia any better?

[gone without a word for weeks and all he can do is talk about the weather??]

I've come to possess a surplus of harvest. Want to take care of it?

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It isn't.

[Even if it were..he's a terrible person to ask about it.]

And what could you be talking about?

[Because surely he wouldn't be talking about a traditional harvest. Maybe it's heaps of bodies, a blood donation to apologize for something yet to occur.]

text;

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you have exactly one hour to figure out how to cheer me up

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How could I even begin without knowing the source of it?

backdated to christmas

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solomon are you feeling festive

imagine if i were on time

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Should I?