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paradisalogs2014-04-28 11:20 pm
tylendel) wrote in paradisalogs2014-04-28 11:20 pm
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Who: Tylendel & You!
What: Pre-Wedding jitters causes him to wander and search for distractions.
When: All of Tuesday. (Specify a time in the header if you need to.)
Where: Everywhere. Anywhere.
Rating: PG
The day they had set for their wedding was nearing. Tylendel felt his excitement growing with each passing hour. It was inevitable that eventually his nerves would overwhelm him and he would be forced to...
To...
Do something.
There wasn't a hall in the castle that he didn't explore to begin with. He paused in the kitchen and picked up a fresh apple. The delicious flavor calmed him...for a second. But then he was moving again, his long legs stretching out so that he covered more ground.
Maybe he should head outside to the stables? Take a ride?
Havens, would that even work?
I'm getting married to my Ashke! Van is going to be mine! We're going to be family!
He laughed, finished off the apple, and tossed the core over his shoulder; it landed in the waste receptacle with neat precision. Then he dusted off his hands and headed for the front doors. If he needed to, he would run around in the open air until he absolutely exhausted himself.
What: Pre-Wedding jitters causes him to wander and search for distractions.
When: All of Tuesday. (Specify a time in the header if you need to.)
Where: Everywhere. Anywhere.
Rating: PG
The day they had set for their wedding was nearing. Tylendel felt his excitement growing with each passing hour. It was inevitable that eventually his nerves would overwhelm him and he would be forced to...
To...
Do something.
There wasn't a hall in the castle that he didn't explore to begin with. He paused in the kitchen and picked up a fresh apple. The delicious flavor calmed him...for a second. But then he was moving again, his long legs stretching out so that he covered more ground.
Maybe he should head outside to the stables? Take a ride?
Havens, would that even work?
I'm getting married to my Ashke! Van is going to be mine! We're going to be family!
He laughed, finished off the apple, and tossed the core over his shoulder; it landed in the waste receptacle with neat precision. Then he dusted off his hands and headed for the front doors. If he needed to, he would run around in the open air until he absolutely exhausted himself.