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[adminapproval=7431605] Gavriil stepped lightly down the carpeted hall, cursing the irony of having to break into his own family home. But t had to be done: he needed his wand. With it, he could start a new life beside his beloved new wife. Without it, he couldn't even protect himself from his...

Gavriil laughed nervously in response to his love's ridiculous question, hoping against hope that she was only joking. "No, of course not," he replied softly. "I'm just an ordinary, sane wizard. I went to Hogwarts, if it helps." But Lilian's beautiful face showed only cynical confision. Gavriil...

Despite the horrendous quality of the motel bed, Gavriil awoke smiling. He was the husband of the most wonderful woman he'd ever met, and here he was waking up to her calling his name. Still, there was something in her voice...a note of alarm...Gavriil's reflexes jolted him awake. "Lilian...

THRILL ME, CHILL ME, FULFILL ME Gavriil smiled sleepily as he woke, tangled in sheets, one arm softly around Lilian. Then he groaned. The young Russian could not remember ever being so drunk in his entire life, and certainly never had he experienced such a hangover. But then, his mind was...

</FONT></COLOR>AND THAT'S JUST ONE SMALL FRACTION . . .<COLOR color="#80a0ff"><FONT font="Times New Roman"> Gavriil's quiet exclamation had been due to his twin brother's sudden appearance; the young man was totally thrown by this in his drunken state. "Isaak?" He said with trepidation. True...

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</COLOR></FONT>IT ONLY LEADS TO TROUBLE AND . . .<FONT font="Times New Roman"><COLOR color="#5a70b3"> Gavriil, sight blurring with the unfamiliar quantity of alcohol he had consumed, lead Lilian meekly through the twisting hallways to his bedroom. He was vaguely aware that he would probably be...

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</FONT></COLOR>THEN IF ANYTHING GROWS . . .<COLOR color="#5a70b3"><FONT font="Times New Roman"> Gavriil barely registered the look on Lilian's face as he casually poured a glass of wine. He wasn't used to the quantity of alcohol they had consumed that evening, and it showed. He did, however...

((This roleplay is continued in Creature of the Night))

((Note: This roleplay is a continuation of Why You so Speechless?)) </COLOR></FONT>I'D ONLY EVER KISSED BEFORE . . .<FONT font="Times New Roman"><COLOR color="#5a70b3"> Lilian's reaction to the Petrokov Manor was, Gavriil thought, very impressive. He noted the way her beautiful eyes widened in...

</COLOR></FONT>IT WAS HOT AND THEY WERE DRUNK AND THE NIGHT WAS GETTING ON . . .<FONT font="Times New Roman"><COLOR color="#5a70b3"> "No; this is my first time in this particular . . . part . . . of town . . ." Gavriil trailed off, rather taken aback, as Lilian leaned towards him. It was clear...

</COLOR></FONT>DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO ABANDON YOUR DREAMS? <FONT font="Times New Roman"><COLOR color="#5a70b3"> Gavriil wasn't sure what to make of this hot and tipsy seductress. He nodded yes to being a local though; that one he could answer easily. Lilian, he thought, what a pretty...

</FONT></COLOR>A SINGER IN A SMOKY ROOM A SMELL OF WINE AND CHEAP PERFUME<COLOR color="#5a70b3"><FONT font="Times New Roman"> Gavriil entered the crowded bar with not a small amount of nervousness. He wasn't used to places like this,and he didn't quite know what to make of it, but at least it...

Gavriil had already taken a seat, straight-backed beside Sofiya. He had smiled at Afanasy in passing, but he was really not comfortable here. Gavriil was glad it was the older man, rather tham him, who would be inheriting the manor. Gavriil had always found it a cold place, uncomfortable for...

Gavriil approached the house with not a small amout of anxiety. He wasn't particularly looking forward to seeing the entire family, but he knew it was expected, and, like a good boy, he would come. Predictably, the first person he ran into was Sofiya. She was always everywhere, or so it seemed...