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| Amia | Oct 18 2011, 10:49 AM Post #1 |
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Endless Dreamer
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Username: Amia Preferred Name: Amia or Amia-chan Age (Optional): 21 Years Role-Playing: Around 1 1/2 or so. Favourite Genre: Fantasy and romance~ Anything you'd like to add: I'm very friendly and open. I like to chat and I'm a total sucker for a mushy lovestory! Role-Playing Sample: It was early morning in the Seraphim household. The sun was only just thinking of getting up and waking everyone when the youngest of the family began to wake up. His arm was draped over the edge of the bed, his long, thin fingers twitching slightly as he regained consciousness. His eyes slowly opened to reveal brilliant green irises under those lengthy, thick black eyelashes and he licked his pinkish-red lips as he looked around. "Mmn...." He mumbled softly, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He looked at the clock. "6a.m. already?? It doesn't really seem fair, does it?" He asked himself. His voice was soft and gentle. He sounded rather feminine for a boy his age. There was a melodic quality to his voice and his British accent just made him sound sweeter. He got slowly up and took off his pale blue pajamas with the stars on them, revealing his pure ivory skin in doing so and slipped into the bathroom, bathing and getting ready for his day before heading for the kitchen in a long sleeved white shirt, light blue vest, and matching bowtie and pants. Today was his first day of school and he wanted to make a good first impression on his new teachers. On his way he peeked into his half sister's room and frowned. She wasn't there. Being a teen she was forever sneaking off unlike a good little boy like him. 'Father is going to lecture you again, Elizabeth....' He thought, shrugging and continuing to his destination. This little boy's name was Aristotle. He was all of 11 years old but with no mother figure in their lives and his sister being a bit of a brat, it was his duty to do the more maternal things such as cleaning house and cooking breakfast. He loved it though, loved feeling useful. He was an intelligent boy. He skipped a few grades and was the top student in his last school. Of course, it all came from much studying and had left the poor boy rather inept socially. That morning he made his father's favourite breakfast. An omlette with vegetables from their garden and fresh cheese from the market with applewood bacon and bitter orange juice. He never could understand why his dad drank that awful stuff. He didn't like sour tastes in the least. He smiled to himself when he laid out everything on the table but paused when he heard the click of the front door opening and shutting again. The blonde rolled his eyes, knowing it was Elizabeth sneaking into the house. She always did cut things rather close. He ignored it and went back down the hall to his father's room. He snuck in and looked sheepishly to the half naked platinum blonde haired man sprawled out in his bed. "Daddy, breakfast is ready." He said softly, giving the other an innocent smile. A single, lime green eye opened and narrowed at him. "Aristotle, I thought we spoke of this already. Do not call adults so informally. It's disrespectful." He stated, eyeing his son up and down. Aristotle flinched slightly. His father was so strict but he liked to think that it was out of love. "Forgive me, father. I didn't think...." He said with a guilty expression. After a moment though, he gave another little smile. "It's your favourite...." He said, hoping to persuade him to partake. He grinned when the man dragged himself out of bed with a yawn and put on his housecoat. Even if he was harsh, Aris loved having breakfast with his father. It was often the only bonding time they got. He wanted to dash down the hall but he knew better than to run lest he be scolded again. He walked slowly down the hall with the tall, handsome man and took his seat opposite him when they reached the dining room. He watched and waited for the man to take a bite of his meal. When he did, Aris watched with bated breath. Did he like it? The much older male smiled softly, a rare occurance. "For all your shortcomings, I couldn't ask for a better chef." Stated his father. The little boy muffled a giddy squeal by biting into his own meal. "Don't go getting a swelled head about that, or I may have to punish you." Said the man. Aristotle giggled but quickly quieted himself. "Yes, father." He said, unable to hide his smile. Harsh as the man was, it was little moments like these that reminded the boy that he was loved and that his punishments were only to make him a better person. It made all their struggles worthwhile to get that praise and that was all that really mattered. (I wanted to have a go at something ordinary today, but I can write various other styles if that helps my case.) |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Oct 18 2011, 11:22 AM Post #2 |
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you can be king
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