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Post by Shadow Cooper on Mar 28, 2008 11:22:36 GMT 5
Oh, ich bin ein sehr nettes accontesce Liebe dich auch viele Oh, und Joel, wenn Ihr Ziel zu pissen mir gut tun, Ihre CONGRATES ein wunderbares Angebot "glänzt"
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Post by Joel Quemont on Mar 29, 2008 4:18:03 GMT 5
(i understood most of that you forget i study languages)
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Post by John Ford on Mar 30, 2008 22:25:02 GMT 5
(-Chuckles slightly)
John gazed upon the stars that loomed over head. "I can never make them stop moving, I think it looks better that way anyways" John chuckled. "It's an Illusion Spell I've worked on since I was a child, still haven't got out all the flucks in the spell though" John said suddenly thinkin about it for a moment. "I need to look at something in order to make the Illusion work" John chuckled. "It's my get away, sometimes I mean, so what do you think?" John said turning to face Joel.
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Post by Joel Quemont on Apr 3, 2008 11:49:20 GMT 5
(comepletely change the subject, we went from heart warming discusion to i can't make stars move?) Joel smiled he was kind of glad that John had stopped the talk. He looked at the stars ~no matter what there beautiful~ Joel looked over at John and saw his oceany blue eyes. they where reflecting the stars like a lake there gently glow making rippels of light ~i wish i could think of something more to write~ Joel said looking at his page he just kept over lapping shapes to detail the picture rubbing some out acasionally. the smudged lead making it misty on the page.
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Post by John Ford on Apr 4, 2008 3:20:09 GMT 5
John gazed into Jeol's eyes, he felt a sudden flutter in his stomach. The only kind of excitement he felt with Shadow, but suddenly with Jeol? John shook his head slightly, he didn't know what he was feeling. "I'm growing weak" John said as they returned to earth. He had heard the thought about I don't know what to write anymore. "Well, maybe I can send pictures in your mind and maybe you could draw them, or let your high concious take over and let you draw what you see"
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Post by Joel Quemont on Apr 12, 2008 5:10:47 GMT 5
Joel smiled ~the stars aren't what make the pictures~ he looked over at John ~it's the feelings they inspire a thought of warmth and light shrouded by darkness it's not just a simple spell~ he smiled at John ~but thanks for the offer inorder to finish it something has to inspire the feeling~ Joel felt butterflies swarming in his stomache never had he told anyone this and well if he had none of them would of understood but he was sure John could.
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Post by John Ford on Apr 12, 2008 5:48:46 GMT 5
Joel smiled ~the stars aren't what make the pictures~ he looked over at John ~it's the feelings they inspire a thought of warmth and light shrouded by darkness it's not just a simple spell~ he smiled at John ~but thanks for the offer inorder to finish it something has to inspire the feeling~ Joel felt butterflies swarming in his stomache never had he told anyone this and well if he had none of them would of understood but he was sure John could.
"Wow that's powerful" John said smilling. "You are a true artist you know?" John said now laying down yawning slightly. Night has come, "Hmmm" John made an impatient sound. "And absolutely love your drawings, it's like I can feel the emotions" then John sighed gazing at the stars. "Hmpf, do you have to go now since it's dark?"
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