The House Of Immortality

Hi

SEBASTIAN!!! *Dies.* *Laughs a little, blushing, and nods her head.* I guess that's right, but be careful Trenty, touching hot things can be dangerous, especially if it's fire *Thinks for a moment and grins.* And I know why your eyes are brown, because chocolate's brown and every girl loves chocolate!... Except me, I like blood... Ok, that failed :S

i dunno... but still. DX what if you got lost or ran away or something?
*laughs a little* at least you tried. ^_^ *ruffles her hair a bit, but then fixes it so she didn't get mad* it was a good attempt.
*laughs* yes, you had a burrito. X3 you were pretty drunk too... probably why you can't remember it.
hello. ^_^

SEBASTIAN! <3 My Sebastian X3

*gives kitten eyes* Our Seby..?

Hola guys

Sam: "I don't know Reyna. I've never been very talkative about my problems, and this is pretty overkill on the subject. I don't know about anything, to be honest. My gurantee stands and I promise that I'm going to try, that's all I can do." I stood up and pulled Reyna to her feet, not finding the floor very comfortable, and walked towards the bed. Once I sat down I pulled her down onto my lap and held her in my embrace again like I and done on the floor. "Are we alright, I mean, are we going to be alright Reyna? I don't want us to do this anymore, this unknown gut feeling that I might not be able to give you what you want in life, what I want as well. I'm a coward, denying a small fraction of intamacy and creating a rift in our relationship. I don't know, I don't want to draw us apart but I'm afraid of taking that step after marriage."

Dilynn: "Alright, brush down not up and pink is for body, blue is for mane. I got this." I strode off towards the stables reciting the order in my head, even as I approached chocolates stall. The big brown horse looked down at me, which seemed to happen a lot at my height, and I couldn't help but to smirk because I knew actual people who could turn themselves into a horse just like chocolate with a single thought. It made me wonder as I grabbed the brushes from the tack wall exactly how many horses out there had been real and how many had been humans messing with me. Then again, I hadn't ever seen one in person so I was just referencing towards television horses. On the topic, I thought of how many stray dogs I had seen and how many migh have been more than what they seemed. It was practically a sink hole in my head, each animal out there came up and I kept thinking deeper and deeper into it until I realized I was barely even brushing chocolate. "Sorry pal..." I shook my head Tori's me of my thoughts and concentrated on just brushing the horse down.

Henry: "I'd prefer talking about it as soon as possible, but it's only righ to give you some time to get better after you get home and relax. Just, come see me when your ready to talk, and I'll be ready." I wrapped my large around around her smaller frame and pressed a soft kiss to her jaw. "Other than that, I'm sorry about my current physical state. I mean, I haven't really had time to shave lately with Brady's wedding and, other things, troubling me. I've also been quite... Different as of lately as well, and I've turned into quite the stress enduced alcoholic. I'm turning it around, of course, but I've always turned towards alcohol in times of high stress and anxiety because I saw my father do the same, so it's bound to be more than a one time thing." I pressed my forehead into her shoulder and sighed, tired of talking about myself and my own problems that I had to deal with. "How've they been treating you in here Mands? Food as horrible as people say?"

God... i officially wish i punched him. A long time ago.

Im sure that wouldn't solve anything, but I'm an anitviolence supporter. *shrug* Hey Morgan

:O How could I say no to the kitty eyes? :3 Ok, our Sebby :3 Hi Linz!

I sighed and snuggled into Sam, nodding my head. "Yeah, we'll be fine. We'll think of someway around this." I just wanted to change the subject because it was probably hurting me as much as it was Sam right now, I just... I don't know, I didn't know whether I'd be able to have the family I dreamed of anymore and it was... Heartbreaking. "I'm sorry for bringing this all up, I just... I needed to get my feelings out, I've been bottling them up for a while." I bit my lip before speaking once more. "Lets go and get breakfast, then we can go somewhere."

By the time Dilynn had brushed down the 5 horses, I had cleaned out all of their stables and was just finishing putting fresh hay bales in each one, a task which showed off my strength a little since the hay bales were pretty darn heavy. I then put tack on both Chocolate and Ol' Dusty before heading back to Chocolate's stall, pressing a kiss to Dilynn's cheek. "Ok, so the basics: If you get up on the left side of the horse, you put your left foot in the stirrup and swing your right leg over the horse's back. If you get up on the right side, it's the opposite. If you want Chocolate to speed up, you tap his sides with your feet and if you want to slow down, just gently pull on the reigns. To steer left you gently pull the left side of the reigns and tap with your left foot, and it's the opposite for steering right. Finally, you kinda have to lift your butt up off of the saddle a little in time with Chocolate's pace, it just makes the ride less painful for him, but I'm sure Chocolate wouldn't mind if you messed that bit up a little, since it comes with practice. Any questions? Has all the info sunk in?"

Hi Liam. *pulls him into a hug.* You seem to always be here when something bad happens...

Dad problems, Wolfgirl? D:

Hi Linz! Hi Wolf girl!

Yay!! whats wrong wolf girl?

Always, wolfie... always.

*Huggles.*

What else am I here for? I like being able to comfort you, it makes me feel like I'm more than just Dawson's twin brother. *wraps an arm around her and gives her a gentle squeeze* We help eachother out, I guess.

Replying in a minute, Moms requested that I help her with dinner.

Okies Linz.

*joins in on huggles*

*Sighs* I don't know what to do anymore. I feel like every time he walks in, he has something to yell at me for... even today he told me I was at fault for moms death... and for them fighting before she passed.... thats... that not fair... not fair.....