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"Stop! I'm not playing!"

She breathed as though she was only afraid of it, but we both knew that wasn't the case. She meant it. Every bit of it. And I didn't bother to register that until recently. I should've known she was scared. By the way she gripped my arms and by the way she tightened her fingers around the fabric of my letterman. By the way she froze in place before taking even half of a baby step. By the way she cleared and quivered her lower lip. She was nervous. And she was too strong to admit it.

"It's only a little fun, come on. We're almost there anyway."

I guess you could say I was aware. For some reason, she didn't feel so sure. Of herself. Just in general. I couldn't pinpoint the exact problem, but I knew something was there and I brushed it off. Thinking I had control of things. That I always knew what I was doing, and always had some sort of back-up plan. Perhaps I even did, but I'll never know it. Neither will she, I guess... yet, still, we can say it's possible. Among other things.

"Please, I can't, babe. I really can't. I'm going to piss myself and I'm going to throw up. I really need to go back inside now."

I used to think 'if only she trusted me' and 'if only I had said something', but now it's only something like I could have done better. 'I did not have to go that route' in any case. It was completely selfish. Unnecessary. And I ing knew better. But the view was nice. And I knew she'd think it was romantic. And I just wanted the setting to be right, but I just... . I focused my eyes on the view ahead, but her eyes kept staring down below the ledge just wide enough for one foot to move at a time. I steadied myself and sighed.

"Baby, can't you wait a little? I swear we're right there. See?"

I pointed to the higher ledge outlining the rooftop just above our heads, then flashed her my signature "it's okay and it's going to be okay" smile. She tears her gaze away from the ground some grand distance below, chest heaving and nose sniffling, and she hesitantly looks to me with those eyes. Those eyes that said a million and one things, but all conveyed one vivid message clearer than clearly. "We're almost there. Okay, baby?" I nod, more than sympathetic. She looked as though she were on the verge of tears. Somewhere near possible hyperventilation. I felt horrible for doing something like this. And now that I'm thinking about again, the fear she felt, I feel even worse for being the cause of something so...so wrong.

When we got far enough to climb up, I hoisted myself above the ledge and shifted to slide under the roofs railing, then turned and crawled to offer my hand. She took it and clung to me not even one minute after joining me. Her body trembled into mine, pushing me back to a sit, and she hissed shaking breaths that bounced off of my clothed chest. I felt the tension of her upper half ease into me, then disperse. I'm sorry? No, she wouldn't care. You going to be alright? No, she'll call me insincere. "Are you okay?"

She only smiles and moves her head to respond, but that was all I needed. Scared, she was, but safe. I held her tighter in my arms. Kissed her forehead and rocked her side to side. She looks up at me. Turns in my hold to nestle under my chin and view the view in front of her. "It's nice up here," she says. I agree with a grin. I never truly had perfect timing with things, so I shortly added a word in.

"I have something else to show you. Something nicer."

The joy on my face couldn't be any more apparent. I felt blissfully happy. Elated that I finally got to do what I wanted and needed to do. So, without another thought, I reach into my left pocket. Set the item down in her blind spot for a surprise. I nudged her with the heel of my palm to her stomach.

"Don't tell me we have to risk our lives again," she sighs a laugh, tilting her head and body to her side and pecking my cheek, "And this better not be about pregnancy either." told me it was a joke, but her eyes told me otherwise. She knows I'm not playing either. It shows in the smile. I look away for mysterious effect, no words on or leaving my tongue, but lift the item up before her face. It was a box. With a ring in it. A shiny and one-of-a-kind ring that featured her so desired design. The one she made a hand-made model of using long nails, half of a staple stick, and nail polish some three years ago. Once her stare found where it should focus, she held it. Slowly leaned forward. "You remembered this?"

I ignore the question for another, "So, yes?"

She fully turns and hugs me, "What do you think?"

 

 

TO BE FINISHED LATER!

  Trivia | General Information

His date of birth is is 02 September 1989 and he is currently twenty-five years old (even though this is technically wrong and he is much older). ▪ He is a Fable, more specifically the Big Bad Wolf. ▪ He tends to appear either indifferent and nonchalant in the eyes of people passing by, but he's almost always planning ways to strike and kill. His mood is not easily affected by many things and he often requires some sort of stimulation (mental, physical, emotional) to care about things, one could say he's emotionless because of his general lack of mercy toward his victims and his general lack of emotion toward people and things. ▪ He is a bit crazed, or off in the head, in a genreal sense. ▪ He is a moderately active being, but he likes to sleep in and plan attacks, so if you catch him out, prepare for unexpected bouts of violence. ▪ This section will be edited when I have more time to care for it.

 

  Me | Out of Character

001. First and foremost, I often do detailed script (in third person) or anything from para to novella (in both first and third person. If you have a problem with that, don't roleplay with me. I don't really care what you do, so long  as you can match the quality (and somewhat the quantity) of my posts, we'll be fine.
002. I dislike random starters on my wall, so refrain from posting them unless I say it's okay to do so. I won't reply to you and will delete your post every time you do it. I'll even consider ignoring you. This doesn't apply to you if you recieved this warning afer the fact, however.
003. Unless you are one of my trusted friends, then we will most likely be plotting with each other. Most times I at least have a little something in mind, as should you. When we actually get to the plotting, please, for the love of my sanity, be specific and answer all of the questions I may ask you. I like to get to roleplaying as quick as I possibly can since the more time I waste trying to pick your brain for details and answers, the more I start to lose interest.
004. My time zone is GMT -7, and, as I mentioned previously, patience is a requirement. I can be terribly slow at responding, so if you won't be able to handle that, don't ask to roleplay with me. And even though I understand why you might do it, don't you ing dare poke me.
005. I can be overly straightforward and/or blunt, but I try to be nice, and most times I am. I'd like it if you told me about problems you have with me that I don't know about, that way I know what I am at least apologizing for. If you think I'll figure it out on my own, you are sorely mistaken.
006. Don't try to persuade me into doing I said I won't do. I shouldn't have to say anything else about this.
007. Believe me when I say I curse often and make a hell of a lot of typos (if you couldn't already tell). Nonetheless, I am fairly chill and friendly, so don't be afraid to talk or roleplay with me.