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Maxilocks · 01-16-2011, 07:51 AM

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Originally Posted by Pinky

WHOA. Be still my BEATING HEART! A wide smile spread his face. Unholstering his wand and casting a nonverbal Orchideus Damien conjured the prettiest pink daisy in the WORLD. THe single gerber daisy clutched in his hand he approached the table occupied by one Ms. Sion Jetza and gave a rouegish sort of grin. "My lady... I must tell you, you are a sight for sore eyes," he said in a slow drawl.

Taking it upon himself to park his bum in a chair he held the flower out to her and winked. Sion Jetza... He MAY have pined for you.

Sion, not having looked up but heard the voice, had been about to say "Aren't I, now?" when she realized something.

That voice.

She looked up... and continued to look.

"Do mine eyes deceive me?" She asked, a soft laugh bubbling up in her throat at his greeting, as a small white hand accepted the flower. She wove it into her hair, the soft pink hue standing out against her dark hair, before looking up at him again.

"Damien Jackson... where in the name of pink daisies have you been?"

01-16-2011, 07:51 AM	#305 (permalink)
Maxilocks SS Featured Author Türk Bilgini Bugbear Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: {in a leap of faith} Posts: 31,791 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sarani Glass Graduated x12	♥ Mrs. Itachi Uchiha™ & MAJNOO! : Bleach & Kyo & Natsume ♥ [ Maxh!Jesh ] Quote: Originally Posted by Pinky WHOA. Be still my BEATING HEART! A wide smile spread his face. Unholstering his wand and casting a nonverbal Orchideus Damien conjured the prettiest pink daisy in the WORLD. THe single gerber daisy clutched in his hand he approached the table occupied by one Ms. Sion Jetza and gave a rouegish sort of grin. "My lady... I must tell you, you are a sight for sore eyes," he said in a slow drawl. Taking it upon himself to park his bum in a chair he held the flower out to her and winked. Sion Jetza... He MAY have pined for you. Sion, not having looked up but heard the voice, had been about to say "Aren't I, now?" when she realized something. That voice. She looked up... and continued to look. "Do mine eyes deceive me?" She asked, a soft laugh bubbling up in her throat at his greeting, as a small white hand accepted the flower. She wove it into her hair, the soft pink hue standing out against her dark hair, before looking up at him again. *"Damien Jackson... where in the name of pink daisies have* you been?"**