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Posted on September 15, 2011 at 06:23:44 PM by ARRAY
 I want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes I want a girl with the right allocations, who's fast and thorough, and sharp as a tack. It hadn’t taken him long to dip back into the frigid sea and search for a warm current to find himself washed up on the sandy beach of the faraway Desert. Of course, it had taken some trial and error, and finally he could only assume that upon rising up out of the froth of the ocean and stepping foot onto the soft sands of the coast, he could see the vast wasteland of the desert. Array felt the familiar beat of the sun against his back, though still dulled by the alleged winter season that was now in play, he was not pleased with having to go to a place that was so similar to where he had been born and where he had fled from. Bringing him to land, claim and live in a place that was almost a polar opposite to this. His reason for coming so far from his home was simple- he was doing the right thing and checking on his daughter. Curling a pink lip against the sight of the wasteland and knowing that she was not living in the luxury he would have liked her two, he inches inland a bit, noting the speed at which his skin dried from his excursion into the waves, and noting that there appeared to be not a soul in sight. This was enough to cause him discomfort at knowing that his daughter was out there- clinging to her mother’s (the harlot) weakened side, and relying on a man that was neither her father nor, appeared to care much for her. Hate was a strong word to use, my dear Array, you should be chipper and cheery in the light of current events. Everything seems to be going your way, aside from your daughter missing from your arms. Tipping his nose forwards a little bit and raising his head, he lets out a call for his daughter, preparing to react angrily should Hollowpoint choose to appear- that was the last person that Array wanted to see on one of his conjugal visits; the face of the man that had ripped his daughter from the comfort of the cove and then thrown her out into the sandy wasteland. Make him go instead, the painted stallion was used to the heat and the warmth, he had learned long ago to live without water and food for days… Cersei was just a child. The only cure for vanity is laughter, and the only fault that is laughable is vanity. |
Replies:
- Nothing said could change the fact - By Cersei September 16, 2011 at 04:45:30 PM
- I want a girl with a short skirt and a looooong jacket. - By ARRAY September 16, 2011 at 06:03:24 PM
- My trust was blind - By Cersei September 19, 2011 at 05:02:09 PM
- I want a girl who's fast and thorough, and sharp as a tack. - By ARRAY September 20, 2011 at 07:16:10 AM
- My trust was blind - By Cersei September 19, 2011 at 05:02:09 PM
- I want a girl with a short skirt and a looooong jacket. - By ARRAY September 16, 2011 at 06:03:24 PM
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