Im going over to my grandmothers to get my shit. If she tries to stop me I’ll call the cops.
Edit: the bitch didn’t let me get the kitchen mixer, green chopping device or my smoothie cups, or the drinks. Damn cow. If any of you could find it in your hearts to donate to my paypal account so I can get a storage unit to get the rest of my stuff and have a place to put it, please do it here
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I’m asking people to help me out by donating money to either my paypal, or my patreon because I’ve been kicked out and I’m physically unable to get a job and my debit card hasn’t come in the mail yet. But that doesn’t mean peipke can’t donate money for me to use to get a storage space to put my furniture while I clean it so I can sell that for money. Where I live doesn’t have much space for what I have with me right now.
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HERE’S THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY BOOK
Had they known that she’d go so far from home and take so long to return, they’d have kept closer guard over her heart.
The prince bit his lip, flushing. Puck gave a final hot thrust, moaning into his lover’s shoulder. A knock sounded. The pair jumped. Puck scrambled, over Dandelion, falling to the floor and rolling under the bed. Dandelion flattened his back against the creamy headboard of the bed, feeling his trisected green wings shift and flutter in time with his heart.
“Who is it?” he called. Dandelion felt his throat tighten around the words. Damn them, I’m enjoying myself. “It’s Ashara! I’m coming in!” The door opened. A petite, curly haired brunette with pale skin, doe brown eyes, a pair of bright, glowing azure monarch butterfly wings sweeping out from behind her, stepped in. Her dark brown hair held back by a black velvet ribbon. She stared at him, a bemused expression lighting her features. I must look hilarious; The sheets tumbling off to one side, my face flushed silver from the best kind of exertion, and my chest heaving. Dandelion’s shoulders relaxed, watching her come further into the room. Thank the Founder. It’s Ashara and not someone else.
“It’s time for out weekly tea with her majesty.” One of her hands wrung the other, a sarcastic frown tugging at her lips. Mother somehow thinks that by forcing Ashara and I to spend time together, we’ll like each other more. Can’t she see that a begrudging understanding is as good as it will get between us? Dandelion’s groaned, his hands releasing the sheets and coming up to run through his chin length curly, brown hair. He got off of the bed, the silk sheets pooling around his pale feet. “Great,” Dandelion replied, stretching the word. The two faeries shared a look, brown eyes clashing with green. This isn’t what I’d wish either, cousin. Dandelion pressed a hand over his eyes.
Ashara walked over to the dark brown painted wardrobe, opening it and flicking through the garments. “The emerald green doublet with gold buttons.” She took it out, laying it over her arm. Bending down, Ashara searched for tights. She snatched two pairs, turning around and holding them up. “White or grey?” Dandelion shrugged. “Grey.” Does it really matter so much? He came over to his cousin and started slipping the garments on. Ashara looked up and smiled at Dandelion. Ashara took a step closer, adjusting the sleeves and cuffs. Dandelion un buttoned a simple pair of calf high boots, slipping his feet inside and buttoning them up again.
Ashara turned to the wardrobe, again, pulling out a dress. Dandelion reaches around and starts to unlace her leather riding vest and then her loose riding blouse. She lowers her arms and lets it fall to the floor. Ashara shrugged out of the spiderweb thin, white linen, letting it fall down her hips and sink to the floor.
It’s too bad I don’t see her in a romantic light. It would make everything so much easier. Dandelion reached into his wardrobe and pulled out a nearly see through white dress, dotted with different sizes of pearls and gold crystals. Ashara untied her pants, attempting to kick them off and getting caught on her cream colored, knee high, elvish leather riding boots.
Always trying to put the horse before the cart. But isn’t that what makes her who she is? Dandelion laughed, grinning at her. He threw the dress over the dark wooden panel. He got down on one knee, forrest green eyes meeting brown.
“Here, let me.” He gripped her ankle, taking the ivory, surrounded and covered by fine gold latticework, in between two fingers and slipped it through the hole. Dandelion continued this process, working his way up Ashara’s knee, where her soft brown wool pants were bunched. Dandelion started on the other leg, finishing it as quickly as he had the other one. He grabbed Ashara’s boots, sliding them off before sliding her pants and white silk short stockings off.
He stood.
Dandelion turned to retrieve the dress. Ashara took it, putting her arms through it and finding the neck. Her dark hair appeared a moment later. She adjusted the three strings of pearls that held the entire dress up, moving them over her shoulders.
Dandelion came behind her and buttoned up the back, the mother of pearl sliding through easily. I feel bad for thinking she’s beautiful and not loving her the way a fiance should. He shook his head, frowning. He reached out, straightening the skirts, watching them flutter to the floor, rippling like water. With her dress in place Dandelion took her long chestnut hair out of its black velvet ribbon, to ripple down her shoulders and back.
He held up one finger, sorting through the mess of her things that had somehow managed to make its way into the bottom of his wardrobe. Dandelion saw the gold diadem, diamonds coming down from short strings of seed pearls and lengthening as they fell away from the center. The only string of pearls to have one diamond, the largest, was the middle one. Dandelion took it, coming to Ashara’s back and laying it over her forehead. He faced her torwards the mirror, making sure it was centered. Perfect. He smiled at her, and she smiled, though it was barely one; Ghosting across her face for one second and then leaving.
“So pretty, you should leave it down more often.” He sighed, leaning in close and pressing a kiss to Ashara’s cheek Before they exited the room, Ashara called out, ”You can come out now, Puck.” Glaring, apple green eyes glowed from the shadows under the bed. A pale face with a pointed nose, bright scarlet hair, and a scowl emerged into the half curtained light.
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