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Private Tales The First of All Pleasures
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A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Whenever Araphel was beside Gwyn, he always had the sweetest dreams. With a arm wrapped languidly around his lover he slept as innocently and easily as a child could. His well-chiseled face full of harsh and narrow lines had a softer look to it when he slept, his pale hair framing his face just so so that the deep contours were more rounded.
He lazily reached out and when his hands felt nothing but cool sheets was when Araphel began to awaken. Slowly, with his eyes still closed, a hand still feeling around the bed in hopes of touching Gwyn. After a few pats he finally opened his icy eyes, seeing nothing but the other half of the bed. Empty.
He yawned, finally sitting up and pulling the sheets off of him, getting off of the bed and standing up to his impressive height. His gaze turned towards the only place he knew she could be. Languidly he strode over to the open double doors that led out to the white balcony and with a raised hand to his brow to cover his eyes from the bright rays of the sun. Blinking a few times to get adjusted to the radiant light, he saw the figure of Gwynevere.
“Good morning,” he said, coming up behind her to wrap his strong arms around her waist, bending his head down low to kiss the top of her head.
Gwynevere
He lazily reached out and when his hands felt nothing but cool sheets was when Araphel began to awaken. Slowly, with his eyes still closed, a hand still feeling around the bed in hopes of touching Gwyn. After a few pats he finally opened his icy eyes, seeing nothing but the other half of the bed. Empty.
He yawned, finally sitting up and pulling the sheets off of him, getting off of the bed and standing up to his impressive height. His gaze turned towards the only place he knew she could be. Languidly he strode over to the open double doors that led out to the white balcony and with a raised hand to his brow to cover his eyes from the bright rays of the sun. Blinking a few times to get adjusted to the radiant light, he saw the figure of Gwynevere.
“Good morning,” he said, coming up behind her to wrap his strong arms around her waist, bending his head down low to kiss the top of her head.
Gwynevere
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