03-24-2016, 10:50 PM
PHAEDRUS
Formalities, that was all they were. Words spoken from a sweet gential need for civil company. Looking for a home Peyote? he gets straight to the point uncomfortable with lingering on the formal beating of the bush.
Stepping up to her he drapes his wing across her back with a sincere smile on his midnight lips. They were as oposite as oposite gets. Black on white, enormous against petiete. Blue and wings swallowing her in their shadow.
Sorry, that was rude He grunts, shifting with a bit of discomfort, Is there something I can help you with Peyote? Maybe the smooth over would soothe his otherswise short words and even shorter sentences.
Tail flicks, birds fly, the world turns and he is left standing there hoping he didn't botch the whole deal.
Stepping up to her he drapes his wing across her back with a sincere smile on his midnight lips. They were as oposite as oposite gets. Black on white, enormous against petiete. Blue and wings swallowing her in their shadow.
Sorry, that was rude He grunts, shifting with a bit of discomfort, Is there something I can help you with Peyote? Maybe the smooth over would soothe his otherswise short words and even shorter sentences.
Tail flicks, birds fly, the world turns and he is left standing there hoping he didn't botch the whole deal.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must