“You should be a drunken sass more often, it suits you.” “And. . And you should. . .” But Daniel trailed off, with his partially drunken state of mind, he couldn't exactly think of a clever comeback and decided not to speak at all. Cam snickers and looks up at the doors as the elevator halts to a stop on the third floor, “Alright, come on princess.” Cam teases, wrapping his arm back around Daniel as he slightly stumbles forward and holds him by his side as he had before. By the time they had gotten to the room, Daniel seemed to be able to walk – Somewhat – on his own, tearing away from Cam's embrace once they were inside the room. “Hey, I'mma hit the shower – You think you can handle yourself?” Cam says, raising his eyebrows at Daniel, who sat on the edge of the bed and started to pull of his shoes. …show more content…
“Go ahead and jump in, I don't care.” Daniel didn't know why Cam was assuring anything with him all the sudden, it wasn't like he had ever before – In fact, Cam didn't generally give a damn what anyone thought about his plans or doings. But, there was an odd comfort with the fact Cam had told him. Why? He had no idea, and at the point, he was to exhausted to care. Daniel watched Cam disappear into the bathroom as he unfinished taking off his shoes. He sighed, his eyes never leaving the door – Some sort of. . . Of. . . Longing, was
Dan wondered why his mother didn’t shrink down and perch on his shoulder already, like the annoying bird she was. She chirped his name, then followed with three sharp pecks against the door. Dan ignored her and took the last sip of his coffee. Beads of sweat rested on his forehead, and he pulled on the chain to lower the brightness of his desk lamp. His eyes had become red, and the dark circles and designer bags under his brown eyes were ever present. Simply put, on any given day, Daniel Malik was a zombie.
Logan has been fairly distant since the incident with Spencer. He kept saying that they should give up -- that there’s no use in finding the last one if Spencer has decided against joining them.
Chris raised his glass high in the air, sloshing a little bit down his arm. Dan chuckled as he raised his as well, along with Louise, Cat, and PJ.
Josh Taggart walked into the office as if it belonged to him, his entire demeanor cold and detached, taking in everything with the swift efficiency of a machine. He did not come from money. His suit was off the rack. Whereas Miria was pale, he was dark, with black hair and blacker eyes that seemed to swallow all the light around them as they took in his surroundings. Surroundings that had been handed to this woman on a silver platter with gold inlay. And he was expected to learn from her?
If Irwin hadn’t thrown his arms around Angela again, more damage would have been done to the already war-zone barn.
You know the deal: you must suspend disbelief when it comes to watching films. Movie science fiction takes this to a new level. People can quite easily accept that the Hulk's increased mass compared to Bruce Banner's can appear out of nowhere, or that the Human Torch can burst into flames without consuming any fuel. These are two of Marvel's original problems, and as such, you cannot blame them on the films.
Phil can’t speak, he can’t move, he’s pretty sure there’s a little bit of drool forming on the corner of his mouth but he can’t do anything because bloody fucking hell it feels so good. Dan’s cock is so deep inside of him and he can feel Dan throbbing against his walls, his tip runs inside of Phil and sends bolts of numb worthy pleasure straight through Phil’s legs.
Samuel pulled the plug to drain the bathwater and stepped out, grabbing a towel which he'd conveniently left for himself on the toilet seat. He used it briefly to dry off his hair so it was now only damp before he wrapped it around his
Thank you for providing me with a very interesting and amusing experience over the last few days. I have really enjoyed our time together, particularly the end of the night.
Jessime’s proud smirk quickly diminished into a frown as his master lectured him on the significance of time and their current situation. The elf boy signed disappointed that Bráshk didn’t respond the way he thought he would. The young elf was famished, and with the advantage of his master possibly being pleased with him, it was an added bonus for him when he sought after the boar.
Amber blades of grass crunched beneath their feet as the men marched through the seemingly endless valleys. Ace and Stanley had been walking for hours now and so far the only sign of life the two had seen was a small flock of birds that were desperately trying to fight their way through the thick, murky layers of fog that covered the now pink and orange swirled skies. Ace brushed his shaggy black hair out of his face, "We need to find somewhere to bed down." He said, shielding his eyes. "It's going to be dark soon."
not be strong enough but you'll fight with your all the three men cowering look like a good targets next you'll go after the bigger men you crack your knuckles as luffy lifts the brim of his hat showing his eyes "i wont forgive you for this!" "what are you babbling about? take care of them gorash" drago said it off handedly like he had better things to do then watch his underlings fight his own battles zoro blocked gorash's sword "you're my opponent now" zoro growled threw the hilt of the sword in his mouth the three men n the corner shiver as they shout "that's the pirate hunter rororoa zoro" drago straightens up as he yells "gorash for every cut i'll give you 200 gold" gorash slashed down with every slash drago raised the price until he yelled "i'll give you 1000 gold if you kill him" gorash backs zoro up against a bolder pushing with all his might the boler broke as zoro stared
The man stood, feet planted, in the middle of the circle made up of four men and a woman. His sword was drawn and held at waist-height, the tip still despite the pain in his side as he studied the three he could see in his direct line of sight. The only indication he was even wounded was the bright red splattered and seeping down the pure white of his clothing, the tear in the fabric on his side where the skin was split. It was a deep wound, but not deep enough to kill him, at least not immediately. The blood loss was going to get to him sooner or later.
With his shoes in one hand and two spears in the other, Cola slipped out through the open doorway. His bare feet padded silently on the hard earthen floor, but once outside the stones on the path cut into his feet yet it was the aching in his left hand that bothered him more. The two spears could easily knock together and wake his family. The effort to keep the two shafts apart, which were longer than he was tall, was a lot of effort for the small mussels in his hand. The pain was getting worse but he dared not walk through town wearing his shoes. The iron studs sewn into the soles would wake even the heaviest sleeper.
Daniel tried to think back to the last time he had seen Lucinda. The longing to see her grew almost hourly these last two days, she only appeared in his nightmares or thoughts. He tried to think back to the last time he had seen her hazel eyes in person. The only thing he could come up with was when she was in the hospital. He remembered her stressed eyes and her scuffed face, the longing to hold her and sit beside her, to tell her she was alright now – That she was safe. But, would she ever be with him around? He didn't know