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"Yes, the table will be fine," she said softly, waiting with a hint of a smile.
Morgase's Hideout
- Thread starter Tristan Drage
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- OOC First Name
- Amanda
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- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Age
- August 9, 1978 (76)
Tristan thought of a spell, uttering it quietly. He flicked his wand, and the table was transfigured into a crib, decorative and quite comfortable looking.
He smiled as Morgase placed Erik inside, and thinking quickly, he brought out a blanket from her living room. The baby boy was so peaceful, so quiet, the very picture of innocence, without any notion of how horrible the world could be. That was the nice thing about children. They were not aware of burdens, and it was the magic of childhood.
He embraced Morgase, holding her tightly. "I never want to leave," he mused softly, "But I am aware that that cannot be so."
He smiled as Morgase placed Erik inside, and thinking quickly, he brought out a blanket from her living room. The baby boy was so peaceful, so quiet, the very picture of innocence, without any notion of how horrible the world could be. That was the nice thing about children. They were not aware of burdens, and it was the magic of childhood.
He embraced Morgase, holding her tightly. "I never want to leave," he mused softly, "But I am aware that that cannot be so."
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Morgase gazed into Tristan's eyes as he held her, smirking slightly. "Yes, but it is nice to pretend sometimes." Leaning up a bit she kissed him, closing her eyes as their lips met.
- Messages
- 1,386
- OOC First Name
- Amanda
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Age
- August 9, 1978 (76)
"Indeed," Tristan added quietly, kissing Morgase back with intensity. He held her close, lost in a different world with her.