Post by Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova on Apr 14, 2010 19:26:29 GMT -5
ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA
→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←
He seemed rather fine with dropping the questions, and Natashia figured she could work on the blackout thing whenever she felt like it. If she felt like it. Nothing wrong with not being around to see your body bashing in someone’s skull with a tire-iron. Or whatever happened to be there at the time. “So it would seem that we've already made love. Not a half bad way to present yourself to the world. How will I know in the future if it's you or Anastasia in charge? Apart from the voice thing,” he asked. It was a curious thing to wonder, and Natashasia wasn’t sure why he would care. Was it not all the same? She shrugged her slender shoulders and pulled her hair behind her back again so it wasn’t against her neck. “Seems not like little Ana, it not. Little Ana not take charge. Not do oral. She more. . . missionary type, yeah?” the little blonde bluntly put, obviously having no qualms about talking about this sort of thing. However, one could tell the influence of Anastasia was there in her seeming interest in getting some sort of clothes on.
But, Urjasz wasn’t so eager for her to get herself covered up. She stopped, his shirt in her hands as she attempted to find her underwear, and turned to him slightly, head tilted. “Don't have to do that. Climb into my bed, snuggle up, let us look to the future and not the past. So you don't have an answer for it. That's ok. You didn't help Daktari at least. Come on, forget the clothes. We can have some fun. There's no reason to end the fun now. Let us give Anastasia another taste of the pleasures that life can bring,” he said, sounding almost—almost—desperate. Natashia liked to think of it that way. She grinned slightly and dropped the shirt, opting to agree. Anastasia probably would have hesitated but in the end accepted, but Natashia didn’t miss a beat. “Oh Urjasz, how long wait for this, eh?” she commented teasingly as she pulled the covers back on the bed and climbed right on in, getting cozy up against the big werewolf. “Perhaps want little Ana back now, yeah? No insult taken.”
→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←
→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 378
→ LOCATION Bedroom
→ WEARING Still nothing! =O
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride
