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Her breaking grace (ask-alastair)
Her mouth gaped open, not helping the pain at all. Yet she remained silent. Her eyes narrowed and she panted when he pulled his thumb out. She could feel her vessel’s blood drip from her cheek as she looked up at alastair. A small utterance of, “go fuck yourself,” left her lips as she panted. Not the best choice of words.
Rachelle’s eyes grew wide in horror when he said he was pretty much going to skin her fingers alive. She struggled a bit her wings flaring a bit as she flailed, yet again no words or sounds left her lips.
Her breaking grace (ask-alastair)
“Y-you’re not being that cordial either.” Rachelle panted a bit as she watched him roam around in circles observing her. She felt his nail scratch against her wing and she winced a bit. “Don’t do that!” She flared her wings out in attempts to get him away. Her wings were extremely sensitive.
“You Bastard…” she managed to breath out as he pierced the blade into her navel. She still held up, she still managed not to scream or make any noise of pain to humor him.
Her mouth gaped open, not helping the pain at all. Yet she remained silent. Her eyes narrowed and she panted when he pulled his thumb out. She could feel her vessel’s blood drip from her cheek as she looked up at alastair. A small utterance of, “go fuck yourself,” left her lips as she panted. Not the best choice of words.
Rachelle’s eyes grew wide in horror when he said he was pretty much going to skin her fingers alive. She struggled a bit her wings flaring a bit as she flailed, yet again no words or sounds left her lips.
fuckin’ dead.
“Balthy, let’s go somewhere nice.” Rachelle sighed and nudged him a little as she was grooming his wings. A sigh left his lips and the next thing she knew they were both in a villa in Nice. “There, happy princess?” Balthazar grinned at her and turned toward her to kiss her forehead. “Balthy you spoil me so much.” Once she was done grooming his wings he stretched a bit and wrapped an arm around her. “Rachelle, why don’t you go and tour Nice for a bit? I love Nice, there are cute shoppes in town. There’s a vespa out in front. Go crazy Rach. I’ll hold down the fort. I’ve been around Nice so much already.” Rachelle smiled and wraps her arms around him. “You’re the best Balthazar~,” she giggled and hugged and kissed his cheek before rushing down to the vespa in the nice dress that Balthazar got for her and her louboutin heels and driving off.
Rachelle toured the small shoppes carrying bags from Chanel and Louis Vuitton with Tiffany sunglasses shading her eyes. Whilst she was walking to a café she ran into someone as she was checking her phone and texting Balthazar her cute bags and clothes she bought. “Oh I’m so— Morrigan? What are you doing in Nice?”
Morrigan had been shopping for hours, her arms covered in bags, filled with things for the family. She thought it was only fair she got presents at every place she went on her spur of the moment vacation. For Ollie she had gotten each of her new nieces and nephews a handmade stuffed animal. Sam she ordered some gourmet cheese for. She still had to get things for everyone else which was what she was on her way to do. Her outfit was a simple blouse and jean combination and her long hair was up in a ponytail on top of her head.
She had been distracted by something when she had run into someone and she turned to quickly apologize when she heard a familiar, very very familiar voice. “Rachelle?!” She grinned, hugging her tightly.
Rachelle blinked as Morrigan wrapped her arms around her. “Darling, darling — calm down.” She stroked her blond hair and patted her head. “It’s such a coinsidence that we ran into each other.” She linked her arm with Morrigan’s and pulled her toward the pricy café that she was about to eat at. “Well, since we’re here. Take a break and tell me about your travels.”
“Oh! Well, okay. Where have you been lately? I thought I might’ve scared you with that mating talk. I meant later on, years and years from now. I..don’t know how to really word things right around you.” She babbled, easily keeping pace with the angel.
Rachelle just simply shook her head whilst taking a seat in the outdoor dining the cafe provided. “No…I was just away doing…things.” Really she was just out messing around with Balthazar and partying to no end. “I’ve just been busy.”
“Balthy, let’s go somewhere nice.” Rachelle sighed and nudged him a little as she was grooming his wings. A sigh left his lips and the next thing she knew they were both in a villa in Nice. “There, happy princess?” Balthazar grinned at her and turned toward her to kiss her forehead. “Balthy you spoil me so much.” Once she was done grooming his wings he stretched a bit and wrapped an arm around her. “Rachelle, why don’t you go and tour Nice for a bit? I love Nice, there are cute shoppes in town. There’s a vespa out in front. Go crazy Rach. I’ll hold down the fort. I’ve been around Nice so much already.” Rachelle smiled and wraps her arms around him. “You’re the best Balthazar~,” she giggled and hugged and kissed his cheek before rushing down to the vespa in the nice dress that Balthazar got for her and her louboutin heels and driving off.
Rachelle toured the small shoppes carrying bags from Chanel and Louis Vuitton with Tiffany sunglasses shading her eyes. Whilst she was walking to a café she ran into someone as she was checking her phone and texting Balthazar her cute bags and clothes she bought. “Oh I’m so— Morrigan? What are you doing in Nice?”
Morrigan had been shopping for hours, her arms covered in bags, filled with things for the family. She thought it was only fair she got presents at every place she went on her spur of the moment vacation. For Ollie she had gotten each of her new nieces and nephews a handmade stuffed animal. Sam she ordered some gourmet cheese for. She still had to get things for everyone else which was what she was on her way to do. Her outfit was a simple blouse and jean combination and her long hair was up in a ponytail on top of her head.
She had been distracted by something when she had run into someone and she turned to quickly apologize when she heard a familiar, very very familiar voice. “Rachelle?!” She grinned, hugging her tightly.
Rachelle blinked as Morrigan wrapped her arms around her. “Darling, darling — calm down.” She stroked her blond hair and patted her head. “It’s such a coinsidence that we ran into each other.” She linked her arm with Morrigan’s and pulled her toward the pricy café that she was about to eat at. “Well, since we’re here. Take a break and tell me about your travels.”
“Balthy, let’s go somewhere nice.” Rachelle sighed and nudged him a little as she was grooming his wings. A sigh left his lips and the next thing she knew they were both in a villa in Nice. “There, happy princess?” Balthazar grinned at her and turned toward her to kiss her forehead. “Balthy you spoil me so much.” Once she was done grooming his wings he stretched a bit and wrapped an arm around her. “Rachelle, why don’t you go and tour Nice for a bit? I love Nice, there are cute shoppes in town. There’s a vespa out in front. Go crazy Rach. I’ll hold down the fort. I’ve been around Nice so much already.” Rachelle smiled and wraps her arms around him. “You’re the best Balthazar~,” she giggled and hugged and kissed his cheek before rushing down to the vespa in the nice dress that Balthazar got for her and her louboutin heels and driving off.
Rachelle toured the small shoppes carrying bags from Chanel and Louis Vuitton with Tiffany sunglasses shading her eyes. Whilst she was walking to a café she ran into someone as she was checking her phone and texting Balthazar her cute bags and clothes she bought. “Oh I’m so— Morrigan? What are you doing in Nice?”
Rachelle Grace. is not in right now, please leave your name and prayer after the beep.
[beeeeeeeep]
I’d actually rather stay inside darling. I’m feeling a little under the weather.
