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Post by Rose Rebellion on Feb 21, 2005 23:17:40 GMT -5
Rose crinkled her nose and her lip quirked into a warm, yet oddly skeptical look. With some sarcasm, she quirked, "You know...sometimes it's to much effort to try and ignore you."
She leaned forward and nipped him playfully on the nose before standing and stretching. It accentuated her features, though Rose wasn't entirely aware of that. Half mindedly, she flipped the tv off with the remote before making her way towards her bedroom. Rose gave one last look over her shoulder, an expression of 'Well?' on her face, before disappearing behind the door.
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Post by Jewel on Feb 21, 2005 23:25:23 GMT -5
The orange stallion simply grinned in response to her statement, standing up himself. As the Rose stretched, intense orange eyes followed every curve of her body. Heat flowed through the stallion's veins as he watched her like a lion stalking its prey. If Glasye weren't the cool, suave stallion that he was, his jaw may have begun to tremble at this point out of anticipation.
As Rose disappeared toward what could only be her bedroom, Glasye grinned and licked his lips. With an intense look of satisfaction and lust, he calmly strode after her, arching his muscular neck and putting on his best show. He made sure to hear the click of the door's lock before stepping any further into the room.
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Post by Jewel on Feb 22, 2005 0:07:42 GMT -5
((might as well keep the threads condensed.. next morning! Or should we say.. the morning after? )) Hours after the sun rose the next morning, Glasye lazily attempted to stretch, but was restricted by the red mare curled against his side. He scowled at the sleeping form. Must they ALWAYS cuddle afterwards?He sighed, sinking back into the pillows. That morning, he felt refreshed, rejuvenated.. as if a part of him gone too long had returned. Yes.. this is how Glasye the orange stripe was supposed to be living.. with a faithful, naive mare at his side to fulfill his.. needs.. and a minion to do his bidding. Or who would, soon enough.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Feb 22, 2005 0:16:06 GMT -5
Rose's eyes clenched tightly in an attempt to hold onto sleep. When it did little to help, she snuggled further into the body of Glayse, adding pressure and loosening it from her grasp around him. Finally, when waking up could be delayed no longer, Rose's eyes fluttered open.
For a moment, a horrendously frightening moment, Rose felt as if she'd relieved the events almost two years prior. That was when the conversation the night prior put any of her actions and motives to rest in her mind.
Placing a content smile on her lips, Rose looked up to him and said, "Don't you look smug?"
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Post by Jewel on Feb 22, 2005 0:30:32 GMT -5
"Don't you look smug?"
Glasye raised an eyebrow and grinned, relaxing into a smile that showed off his pearly white teeth. He pulled Rose closer to him for a moment and kissed her. "Good morning, love." and why yes, I am quite smug, thank you.
As thoughts of an encore of last night penetrated his mind, a crash was heard from the kitchen.
"Rosie?" Glasye's ears perked forward, "Where's Tsuwari?"
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Feb 22, 2005 21:33:11 GMT -5
Rose giggled with a pleased twinkle in her eyes as she returned the kiss with equal fervor. As always, Glayse was not a disappointment. When he said he wanted her to feel good, well, Glayse hadn't lied there at least. And Rose had him holed up in her place; at least she hoped she did. Rose wasn't too keen on sharing Glayse, or more appropriately Glayse suggesting that there was plenty enough of him for any mare he crossed.
She was probably at the same mindset he was upon when indeed that fateful crash sounded. Rose pulled his head away, a very mild look of irritation, but mostly curiosity and concern. It would only suit to hope Tsuwari was still in his room, but evidently that was not the case. At least he didn't try to interrupt us during the night.
The red, rebellious unicorn emerged from her covers and made her way to and out the bedroom door, closing it behind her. No need for Tsuwari to see Glayse in her room. Upon entering the kitchen, Rose stated his name in a motherly, prone to become a tone of strictness voice, "Tsuwari?"
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Post by Jewel on Feb 22, 2005 22:18:15 GMT -5
The young orange-red unicorn peered up guiltily at his mother from under a giant mixing bowl that had fallen on his headm covering one eye. Milk and bits of cereal covered the floor and seeped through his coat. A stool lay on its side next to the countertop, and a large spoon on the floor near the foal's hooves.
"I wanted some breakfast," He said sheepishly, "and you locked your door.."
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Feb 22, 2005 22:25:31 GMT -5
Rose barely contained the 'aww' she wanted so much to swoon out. She should have been annoyed with this early morning antic, but since the effects of last night carried well into the morning, Rose remained light of heart. Instead of scolding him right away, she headed for the sink and retrieved a wet washcloth to wipe the milk from him. She didn't want to spend the time on a bath.
"You know," she plucked the bowl from his head, "You should have knocked." Just don't ask why I locked the door....
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Post by Jewel on Feb 22, 2005 23:35:55 GMT -5
"You should have knocked."
"I diiid!" He replied, turning to look at his mother, "But you growled at me, so I didn't want to bother you 'case you were mad.." Tsuwari explained, having knocked softly earlier that morning and been grumbled at by a half-sleeping Glasye.
"You hardly ever lock your door," He flattened his little ears.
"And where's Glasye?" He continued, "He wasn't in the guest room.."
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Feb 22, 2005 23:52:01 GMT -5
Rose released a string of curses silently in her mind. Though, she couldn't blame him for asking. Rose usually left her door open, she had no reason really to keep her child out. No, most times it was locked to keep Glayse out. Who would thought this time it was to keep Glayse in and Tsuwari the one out?
Now, the only problem that ran through her thoughts was a plausible explanation. "I just wasn't feeling good last night or earlier, I needed a little time to myself," she explained carefully, "I'm sorry that I growled at you." Even though she knew that it was not her.
AS for Glayse...? "He had to run out and check on something in the woods," she said just somewhat louder, hoping her voice would trail to his ears. With luck, he could make his way out of her window.
(if you think of Rose's room on the top floor, then I'd point out one of those wooden plant ladder thingies that vines and junk grow up, he could climb out of that.)
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Post by Jewel on Feb 25, 2005 21:49:02 GMT -5
((I'm afraid Glasye is a bit too lazy for that )) "I'm sorry that I growled at you.""It's okaaay.." Tsuwari sighed, giving his mother the same motherly tone she often used on him. "I love you anyways." "He had to run out and check on something in the woods,""What did he--" "--Which means, I wasn't feeling too well," The proud orange stallion said as he casually entered the room, then held a hoof to his stomach and made a pained expression. With a nod of his head toward the restroom, he added in a quieter voice, "I wouldn't go in there for a while..." Tsuwari blinked and looked at Glasye, "Ew."
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Feb 25, 2005 22:46:32 GMT -5
Rose whispered a silent prayer under her breath. Well, that was a better explanation than hers. Though, considering, she doubted he'd care if Tsuwari truly knew what they'd just done or not.
"So, that means you won't be getting messy today," Rose pointed out an incentive, "You don't want to take a bath in there, do you now?"
Spilt milk was hardly a cause for a bath, though, she was certain he'd find some way to be a mess. He was like a food/dirt magnet. Most boys were, it couldn't be helped.
"So, now that we're all up, what sounds good for breakfast?"
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Post by Jewel on Mar 2, 2005 22:24:48 GMT -5
"You don't want to take a bath in there, do you now?"
Tsuwari, nose wrinkled, looked at his mother like she was crazy for even asking.
"So, now that we're all up, what sounds good for breakfast?"
Glasye responded, the ever-hungry stallion, "Eggs and toast?" while Tsuwari stamped a hoof and responded, "Popsicles."
To Tsuwari's surprise, Glasye didn't correct him or argue with him. In this brief moment, the little foal's affinity and respect toward the orange stallion grew.
Glasye raised an eyebrow at Rose expectantly.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Mar 2, 2005 22:50:37 GMT -5
Rose's face turned from one powered by her sensual nightly activities to one of a practiced stern face. "Tsuwari, you know popsicles are for dessert. You can have what Glayse wants, something else, but not dessert foods."
Although, Rose herself wouldn't mind opening a gallon of ice cream herself. When one was an adult, one could eat all the junk food they wanted for breakfast, lunch, or diner....or at least until one had kids. To bad that freedom the red mare achieved from moving out of the 'rents house was short lived. It was almost redundant to try and enforce good eating habits when it was likely Tsuwari would eat all the popsicles he wanted when he were an adult and moved out...then he'd probably some it up as a psychological repression excuse or something.
Whatever. Rose summed it up. It still doesn't help me with my craving for junk food in the morning.
"How do you want your eggs?," she questioned her orange amore while opening her refrigerator to achieve said eggs.
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Post by Jewel on Mar 2, 2005 23:10:16 GMT -5
"But Ma--" Tsuwari started, cut off by a look from Glasye, which as soon as Rose turned her head, became a wink. Tsuwari quieted, and obeyed the stallion. "Yes, Mama."
"How do you want your eggs?,"
"Over easy, if you please," Glasye said with a charming, handsome smile. A smile he knew would get him almost anything he wanted.
Plans were in motion like the gears of a clock. Glasye had made the initial move--gaining respect from Tsuwari. Now, through his bribery and other means of manipulating the little one, the future swayed in his favor. Glasye would live on through his only son.
Well, possibly not his only son. But the only foal he'd kept contact with since birth. The only one who had a chance of turning into the powerful and evil stallion that Glasye himself was. It would be nice, however, to have a second chance at this destiny...
The orange stallion cleared his head and nudged the foal with a large feathered hoof. He cleared his throat, and Tsuwari spoke softly, "I want cereal please, Mama."
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