Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[_-Captain BRM-_]

I am one of your biggest oH&S fans though

You're my only oH&A fan
*Hugs aggressively through screen*

LUV YA TABBERRRRR-

 

[-Shade-]

Dred realized kapok might not want to here about how his potential home was obliterated. “Some of it is left. That’s what I heard. On old leafwing I used to be caged next to told me.”

After letting out a shaky breath through his nose, the CloudWing turned his head around towards the MudWing, catching a glimpse of Kapok’s horrified expression.
“When did that happen?” Shrike demanded, feeling a pang of anger towards the humans again.

Kapok stumbled back, away from the two other dragons, his eyes unfocused as grief slammed into the forefront of his mind.
How could the Poison Jungle be gone?
The brown dragon sat down heavily, staring blankly at the ground, his head and shoulders drooping like a withered plant.

@Blue Raptor
@Crestcrazy2
(literally the most amount of emotion Kapok has ever expressed XD )

 

[Blue Raptor]

Kapok stumbled back, away from the two other dragons, his eyes unfocused as grief slammed into the forefront of his mind.
How could the Poison Jungle be gone?
The brown dragon sat down heavily, staring blankly at the ground, his head and shoulders drooping like a withered plant.

@Blue Raptor
@Crestcrazy2
(literally the most amount of emotion Kapok has ever expressed XD )

The brown dragon could feel the waves of pain coming off of the LeafWing. Shrike grimaced, turning fully around to face Kapok as he tried to look him in the eyes.
“Oh man, Kapok.. I—I don’t know what to say..” Shrike trailed off, unused to comforting anyone. Kapok’s eyes were glazed and his expression was a mixture of shock and numbness.
*Oh heck no..* Shrike thought, hoping that what he imagined wasn’t true. “Did—do you have.. family? There?” He asked in a low voice.

 

[-Shade-]

The brown dragon could feel the waves of pain coming off of the LeafWing. Shrike grimaced, turning fully around to face Kapok as he tried to look him in the eyes.
“Oh man, Kapok.. I—I don’t know what to say..” Shrike trailed off, unused to comforting anyone. Kapok’s eyes were glazed and his expression was a mixture of shock and numbness.
*Oh heck no..* Shrike thought, hoping that what he imagined wasn’t true. “Did—do you have.. family? There?” He asked in a low voice.

Kapok lifted his gaze to look at the Cloudwing, shock making him slow to process. He hesitated, staring at the small dragon a moment before slowly nodding. His head dropped again and he closed his eyes.

@Blue Raptor
@Crestcrazy2

 

[Yukiko]

I can wait till tonight, that's perfectly fine. But I might start dragging Blackout, Apple, and Bamboo around again if she doesn't make it XD

LOL XD

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Name: Leuria Harper
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Physical Appearance: A natural shade of red dyed hair, one blue eye, one brown... funked up tats; Very dark brown skin, very tall. Thick 'Russian' accent.
Personality: To be RPed.
Backstory: Mostly to be RPed, but she's in Of Heart and Sol, so we'll know more as we go.

I feel bad that this form sucks on an informative level, but I really need to balance writing her in oHaS and here.

 

[Blue Raptor]

Kapok lifted his gaze to look at the Cloudwing, shock making him slow to process. He hesitated, staring at the small dragon a moment before slowly nodding. His head dropped again and he closed his eyes.

@Blue Raptor
@Crestcrazy2

Shrike tried and failed to hide a shudder.
“I’m..” he cleared his throat roughly, “I’m sorry.”

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Spoiler: Of Heart and Sol - Chapter 6

Roe sat on the counter top, kicking her platform heels back and forth in a steady rhythm conjured by boredom, her gaze on the lab door.

Dr. Ferrin should have been here by now. Any moment she expected the tall man to stride through the wide doorway, greeting her with his trademark roll of the eyes. The scientist was temperamental.

She glanced out through the crisp glass wall to her left, which revealed a second lab room, her gaze on the SolarWing strapped to the center table. Part of her felt a light connection to the creature, remembering the countless nights Cersei had spent with the dragon, faithfully bringing him back to life. She missed her sister with a hideous vigor, and she knew Cersei would be absolutely detested by her recent actions. But turning the SolarWing in simply had to be done. Tobias wouldn't understand, and Roe was sorry he had been caught up in the mess. No doubt he'd never return to his previous life. That's not how the Scorpion Den operated. They don't let people go. Whether innocent or guilty, they use the person for their own purposes, and that's why the Scorpion Den Patrol was so terrifying and carried so much power. The most likely purpose for your life by SDP standards was that of becoming a gladiator- and with a build like Tobias', he'd get gutted on the first match. So that was unfortunate.

The half conscious dragon stirred slightly, unable to move much due to the restraints pinning him against the lab table. A steel muzzle clamped tight over his jaws, incapacitating any movement in the dragon's head and neck. The discharged glaze over his eyes made it clear that drugs were still at work in his system, debilitating sensible thoughts and reactions.

Roe looked away, exhaling slowly. She glanced down, hair fell over her eyes. She tied her hair back.

Ferrin entered the room. He stopped in the doorway, arching his brow as his gaze scanned over Roe. He looked from her, to the door, then back, his dark curls bouncing across his forehead with every movement. "Now, who let you in?" He muttered in a deep, highly sarcastic tone, turning to flip on the lightswitch beside the stark-white doorway.

"I let myself in."

He rolled his eyes, tossing keys and a briefcase across the countertop beside Roe, then turned towards the window to gaze past at the SolarWing, unbuttoning and rolling the tight sleeves of his suit. He gave a light scoff, brow furrowed as he studied the red dragon, still pinning his sleeves back. "I can't believe he's alive."

The SolarWing pulled to one side, a groggy and failed attempt at fighting the restraints.

"His whole memory returned, Ferrin." Roe said in a low tone, jumping off the counter. She moved to the second lab door, entering the SolarWing's confining room a moment later.

Ferrin followed.

There had been a stoic look in the dragon's eye. A vigorous expression of hatred and determination. But it vanished when the doctor stepped into Sol's line of vision. The reaction was almost immediate, and he arched his body and jerked back, a futile attempt at escape. His head completely inert, Sol pushed up with his back legs, straining, though he made no progress towards freedom. The table was slick with sweat. His tense limbs gave out, and the doctor neared.

Roe stole a hesitant glance at the tall man beside her, his lips pulled tight in a thin line, curly black hair framing in his calculating eyes.

"I cannot believe he is alive." Ferrin repeated, moving towards the dragon.

The SolarWing released a muffled cry, trying desperately to escape, to become irrelevant, his eyes wide with terror. Roe looked away.

"I hate this." She whispered, feeling her stomach dip with every strangled sound escaping the SolarWing. "I hate this so much."

She felt Ferrin's gaze, his condescending look. It pushed her on.

"I wish…" she started, "I wish I was not used to it. To this. To death. To blood, and to gore."

Ferrin said nothing, turning back to the SolarWing. He ran a hand down the creature's trembling shoulder blade.

"I am tired of this life." Roe raised her voice slightly, glad Ferrin had closed and locked the lab door. "I am tired of loving the things I hate."

The doctor cleared his throat, pulling out a pair of glasses from his suit pocket. He sighed. "You play your part well, Gongll."

"I hate it."

"And that is good." He pushed the spectacles up the bridge of his nose. "I realize your loss, Gongll. A sister. A Father. You did the right thing." He began slowly to inspect the dragon.

Sol could feel his chest heaving with every labored breath, an insufferable amount of panic welling in his throat and head. He could feel the human prying around his scales with a foreign gentleness. Sol knew this man. And he knew what was going to happen. And he wanted desperately to be sick.

"Why do we not end it?" Roe whispered, a bitter innocence in her tone.

Ferrin glanced up. His expression hinting at a hesitant confusion. "Are you alright?

It took a moment for Roe to respond. "No."

The table rattled as the SolarWing gave a sudden thrash, releasing a half formed moan.

Roe let the tears well. "Why don't we end it," She repeated, her voice barely audible.

Ferrin was not unkind. "We cannot yet, Roe. But the day will come." He spoke in a gentle, instructing tone, his words laced with a fatherly care.

This was what Roe had wanted. This reaction from someone so cold, someone so judgemental and serious. She had thought he would scoff, but now she saw he cared, and she did not wish to take advantage of the moment.

"How long, Ferrin? How long?" She knew the answers to such questions. But she craved Ferrin's reassurance. "Every bet I place, every game which I pay to attend, it all goes back to funding the very thing I hate. The thing I would give my life to end."

Ferrin pulled away from the SolarWing, removing his glasses in one swift motion. "We must hold on, Gongll. Our time will come."

Roe dropped her gaze, letting frizzy blue bangs fall over wet eyes.

"You've done so well, Roe."

She closed her eyes, knowing very well she would feed off of that comment in the coming weeks. She tried to block out the dragon's invading ragged breaths.

"I am proud of you."

Roe swallowed a smile. She wouldn't make a mockery of him. But, to her delight, he truly had fallen for her fabricated deceit. Was she truly feeling these emotions? Perhaps, yes. Was she dramatizing them on account of craving forever coveted words of comfort? Absolutely.

Nothing did she wish to replace Ferrin's words with. Not her own biest Father, dead or not, could replace Ferrin's expression of deep kindness. If you knew Ferrin, you knew this side of his emotions were never shown.

Now she had stooped to a low, low level, and she wished to fix it. But to do that, was to outwardly discard Ferrin's meaningful words, which could easily set him off. She wished nothing of the sort. Because she cherished their relationship, and she looked upon Ferrin with incredible inspiration.

The doctor turned back to the dragon, and Roe was ripped back into reality. The SolarWing whimpered.

"Magnificent." Ferrin muttered, shaking his head. "I just… can't believe…" He moved away, slipping past Roe, and through the doorway, retrieving his briefcase.

The SolarWing shuddered. Roe watched as glistening tears fall from unblinking eyes.

"Ferrin," said Roe, "are you a Rebel?"

The doctor glanced up, giving her a critical expression. "That entirely depends on what side you are on, my dear."

She could hear the familiar mocking tone he used so flippantly slip back into his tone.

"I believe your morals are askew." Roe replied.

Ferrin tilted his head ever so slightly. "Bold of you to assume I have morals."

Roe scowled at his jesting manner, his obscure nature. "Yes." She agreed. "I suppose it is."

@-Shade-
@-Kiwi- (Ay, Kiwi, let me know if you're still following this, if not I'll stop bothering you with tags.)


Things are bout to get insanely hype, and I'm so sorry I couldn't get this out sooner. We got home from Colombia and there was just SO. MUCH. CHAOTICNESS.
And I have to get back into the groove of writing... Working on it, workin on itttt.
Also, I fricken live Ferrin, and I think he's REALLLY actually so cool. I hope to RP him more he's just *AGH* so coooool.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Spoiler: Of Heart and Sol - Chapter 6

Roe sat on the counter top, kicking her platform heels back and forth in a steady rhythm conjured by boredom, her gaze on the lab door.

Dr. Ferrin should have been here by now. Any moment she expected the tall man to stride through the wide doorway, greeting her with his trademark roll of the eyes. The scientist was temperamental.

She glanced out through the crisp glass wall to her left, which revealed a second lab room, her gaze on the SolarWing strapped to the center table. Part of her felt a light connection to the creature, remembering the countless nights Cersei had spent with the dragon, faithfully bringing him back to life. She missed her sister with a hideous vigor, and she knew Cersei would be absolutely detested by her recent actions. But turning the SolarWing in simply had to be done. Tobias wouldn't understand, and Roe was sorry he had been caught up in the mess. No doubt he'd never return to his previous life. That's not how the Scorpion Den operated. They don't let people go. Whether innocent or guilty, they use the person for their own purposes, and that's why the Scorpion Den Patrol was so terrifying and carried so much power. The most likely purpose for your life by SDP standards was that of becoming a gladiator- and with a build like Tobias', he'd get gutted on the first match. So that was unfortunate.

The half conscious dragon stirred slightly, unable to move much due to the restraints pinning him against the lab table. A steel muzzle clamped tight over his jaws, incapacitating any movement in the dragon's head and neck. The discharged glaze over his eyes made it clear that drugs were still at work in his system, debilitating sensible thoughts and reactions.

Roe looked away, exhaling slowly. She glanced down, hair fell over her eyes. She tied her hair back.

Ferrin entered the room. He stopped in the doorway, arching his brow as his gaze scanned over Roe. He looked from her, to the door, then back, his dark curls bouncing across his forehead with every movement. "Now, who let you in?" He muttered in a deep, highly sarcastic tone, turning to flip on the lightswitch beside the stark-white doorway.

"I let myself in."

He rolled his eyes, tossing keys and a briefcase across the countertop beside Roe, then turned towards the window to gaze past at the SolarWing, unbuttoning and rolling the tight sleeves of his suit. He gave a light scoff, brow furrowed as he studied the red dragon, still pinning his sleeves back. "I can't believe he's alive."

The SolarWing pulled to one side, a groggy and failed attempt at fighting the restraints.

"His whole memory returned, Ferrin." Roe said in a low tone, jumping off the counter. She moved to the second lab door, entering the SolarWing's confining room a moment later.

Ferrin followed.

There had been a stoic look in the dragon's eye. A vigorous expression of hatred and determination. But it vanished when the doctor stepped into Sol's line of vision. The reaction was almost immediate, and he arched his body and jerked back, a futile attempt at escape. His head completely inert, Sol pushed up with his back legs, straining, though he made no progress towards freedom. The table was slick with sweat. His tense limbs gave out, and the doctor neared.

Roe stole a hesitant glance at the tall man beside her, his lips pulled tight in a thin line, curly black hair framing in his calculating eyes.

"I cannot believe he is alive." Ferrin repeated, moving towards the dragon.

The SolarWing released a muffled cry, trying desperately to escape, to become irrelevant, his eyes wide with terror. Roe looked away.

"I hate this." She whispered, feeling her stomach dip with every strangled sound escaping the SolarWing. "I hate this so much."

She felt Ferrin's gaze, his condescending look. It pushed her on.

"I wish…" she started, "I wish I was not used to it. To this. To death. To blood, and to gore."

Ferrin said nothing, turning back to the SolarWing. He ran a hand down the creature's trembling shoulder blade.

"I am tired of this life." Roe raised her voice slightly, glad Ferrin had closed and locked the lab door. "I am tired of loving the things I hate."

The doctor cleared his throat, pulling out a pair of glasses from his suit pocket. He sighed. "You play your part well, Gongll."

"I hate it."

"And that is good." He pushed the spectacles up the bridge of his nose. "I realize your loss, Gongll. A sister. A Father. You did the right thing." He began slowly to inspect the dragon.

Sol could feel his chest heaving with every labored breath, an insufferable amount of panic welling in his throat and head. He could feel the human prying around his scales with a foreign gentleness. Sol knew this man. And he knew what was going to happen. And he wanted desperately to be sick.

"Why do we not end it?" Roe whispered, a bitter innocence in her tone.

Ferrin glanced up. His expression hinting at a hesitant confusion. "Are you alright?

It took a moment for Roe to respond. "No."

The table rattled as the SolarWing gave a sudden thrash, releasing a half formed moan.

Roe let the tears well. "Why don't we end it," She repeated, her voice barely audible.

Ferrin was not unkind. "We cannot yet, Roe. But the day will come." He spoke in a gentle, instructing tone, his words laced with a fatherly care.

This was what Roe had wanted. This reaction from someone so cold, someone so judgemental and serious. She had thought he would scoff, but now she saw he cared, and she did not wish to take advantage of the moment.

"How long, Ferrin? How long?" She knew the answers to such questions. But she craved Ferrin's reassurance. "Every bet I place, every game which I pay to attend, it all goes back to funding the very thing I hate. The thing I would give my life to end."

Ferrin pulled away from the SolarWing, removing his glasses in one swift motion. "We must hold on, Gongll. Our time will come."

Roe dropped her gaze, letting frizzy blue bangs fall over wet eyes.

"You've done so well, Roe."

She closed her eyes, knowing very well she would feed off of that comment in the coming weeks. She tried to block out the dragon's invading ragged breaths.

"I am proud of you."

Roe swallowed a smile. She wouldn't make a mockery of him. But, to her delight, he truly had fallen for her fabricated deceit. Was she truly feeling these emotions? Perhaps, yes. Was she dramatizing them on account of craving forever coveted words of comfort? Absolutely.

Nothing did she wish to replace Ferrin's words with. Not her own biest Father, dead or not, could replace Ferrin's expression of deep kindness. If you knew Ferrin, you knew this side of his emotions were never shown.

Now she had stooped to a low, low level, and she wished to fix it. But to do that, was to outwardly discard Ferrin's meaningful words, which could easily set him off. She wished nothing of the sort. Because she cherished their relationship, and she looked upon Ferrin with incredible inspiration.

The doctor turned back to the dragon, and Roe was ripped back into reality. The SolarWing whimpered.

"Magnificent." Ferrin muttered, shaking his head. "I just… can't believe…" He moved away, slipping past Roe, and through the doorway, retrieving his briefcase.

The SolarWing shuddered. Roe watched as glistening tears fall from unblinking eyes.

"Ferrin," said Roe, "are you a Rebel?"

The doctor glanced up, giving her a critical expression. "That entirely depends on what side you are on, my dear."

She could hear the familiar mocking tone he used so flippantly slip back into his tone.

"I believe your morals are askew." Roe replied.

Ferrin tilted his head ever so slightly. "Bold of you to assume I have morals."

Roe scowled at his jesting manner, his obscure nature. "Yes." She agreed. "I suppose it is."

@-Shade-
@-Kiwi- (Ay, Kiwi, let me know if you're still following this, if not I'll stop bothering you with tags.)


Things are bout to get insanely hype, and I'm so sorry I couldn't get this out sooner. We got home from Colombia and there was just SO. MUCH. CHAOTICNESS.
And I have to get back into the groove of writing... Working on it, workin on itttt.
Also, I fricken live Ferrin, and I think he's REALLLY actually so cool. I hope to RP him more he's just *AGH* so coooool.

I just adore this whole scene. So much. Like- ugh. Idk, man Something about the unspoken odd dynamic, I love it SO FRIKEN MUCCHHHHhhhhHHhHHHh.

 

[-Kiwi-]

Spoiler: Of Heart and Sol - Chapter 6

Roe sat on the counter top, kicking her platform heels back and forth in a steady rhythm conjured by boredom, her gaze on the lab door.

Dr. Ferrin should have been here by now. Any moment she expected the tall man to stride through the wide doorway, greeting her with his trademark roll of the eyes. The scientist was temperamental.

She glanced out through the crisp glass wall to her left, which revealed a second lab room, her gaze on the SolarWing strapped to the center table. Part of her felt a light connection to the creature, remembering the countless nights Cersei had spent with the dragon, faithfully bringing him back to life. She missed her sister with a hideous vigor, and she knew Cersei would be absolutely detested by her recent actions. But turning the SolarWing in simply had to be done. Tobias wouldn't understand, and Roe was sorry he had been caught up in the mess. No doubt he'd never return to his previous life. That's not how the Scorpion Den operated. They don't let people go. Whether innocent or guilty, they use the person for their own purposes, and that's why the Scorpion Den Patrol was so terrifying and carried so much power. The most likely purpose for your life by SDP standards was that of becoming a gladiator- and with a build like Tobias', he'd get gutted on the first match. So that was unfortunate.

The half conscious dragon stirred slightly, unable to move much due to the restraints pinning him against the lab table. A steel muzzle clamped tight over his jaws, incapacitating any movement in the dragon's head and neck. The discharged glaze over his eyes made it clear that drugs were still at work in his system, debilitating sensible thoughts and reactions.

Roe looked away, exhaling slowly. She glanced down, hair fell over her eyes. She tied her hair back.

Ferrin entered the room. He stopped in the doorway, arching his brow as his gaze scanned over Roe. He looked from her, to the door, then back, his dark curls bouncing across his forehead with every movement. "Now, who let you in?" He muttered in a deep, highly sarcastic tone, turning to flip on the lightswitch beside the stark-white doorway.

"I let myself in."

He rolled his eyes, tossing keys and a briefcase across the countertop beside Roe, then turned towards the window to gaze past at the SolarWing, unbuttoning and rolling the tight sleeves of his suit. He gave a light scoff, brow furrowed as he studied the red dragon, still pinning his sleeves back. "I can't believe he's alive."

The SolarWing pulled to one side, a groggy and failed attempt at fighting the restraints.

"His whole memory returned, Ferrin." Roe said in a low tone, jumping off the counter. She moved to the second lab door, entering the SolarWing's confining room a moment later.

Ferrin followed.

There had been a stoic look in the dragon's eye. A vigorous expression of hatred and determination. But it vanished when the doctor stepped into Sol's line of vision. The reaction was almost immediate, and he arched his body and jerked back, a futile attempt at escape. His head completely inert, Sol pushed up with his back legs, straining, though he made no progress towards freedom. The table was slick with sweat. His tense limbs gave out, and the doctor neared.

Roe stole a hesitant glance at the tall man beside her, his lips pulled tight in a thin line, curly black hair framing in his calculating eyes.

"I cannot believe he is alive." Ferrin repeated, moving towards the dragon.

The SolarWing released a muffled cry, trying desperately to escape, to become irrelevant, his eyes wide with terror. Roe looked away.

"I hate this." She whispered, feeling her stomach dip with every strangled sound escaping the SolarWing. "I hate this so much."

She felt Ferrin's gaze, his condescending look. It pushed her on.

"I wish…" she started, "I wish I was not used to it. To this. To death. To blood, and to gore."

Ferrin said nothing, turning back to the SolarWing. He ran a hand down the creature's trembling shoulder blade.

"I am tired of this life." Roe raised her voice slightly, glad Ferrin had closed and locked the lab door. "I am tired of loving the things I hate."

The doctor cleared his throat, pulling out a pair of glasses from his suit pocket. He sighed. "You play your part well, Gongll."

"I hate it."

"And that is good." He pushed the spectacles up the bridge of his nose. "I realize your loss, Gongll. A sister. A Father. You did the right thing." He began slowly to inspect the dragon.

Sol could feel his chest heaving with every labored breath, an insufferable amount of panic welling in his throat and head. He could feel the human prying around his scales with a foreign gentleness. Sol knew this man. And he knew what was going to happen. And he wanted desperately to be sick.

"Why do we not end it?" Roe whispered, a bitter innocence in her tone.

Ferrin glanced up. His expression hinting at a hesitant confusion. "Are you alright?

It took a moment for Roe to respond. "No."

The table rattled as the SolarWing gave a sudden thrash, releasing a half formed moan.

Roe let the tears well. "Why don't we end it," She repeated, her voice barely audible.

Ferrin was not unkind. "We cannot yet, Roe. But the day will come." He spoke in a gentle, instructing tone, his words laced with a fatherly care.

This was what Roe had wanted. This reaction from someone so cold, someone so judgemental and serious. She had thought he would scoff, but now she saw he cared, and she did not wish to take advantage of the moment.

"How long, Ferrin? How long?" She knew the answers to such questions. But she craved Ferrin's reassurance. "Every bet I place, every game which I pay to attend, it all goes back to funding the very thing I hate. The thing I would give my life to end."

Ferrin pulled away from the SolarWing, removing his glasses in one swift motion. "We must hold on, Gongll. Our time will come."

Roe dropped her gaze, letting frizzy blue bangs fall over wet eyes.

"You've done so well, Roe."

She closed her eyes, knowing very well she would feed off of that comment in the coming weeks. She tried to block out the dragon's invading ragged breaths.

"I am proud of you."

Roe swallowed a smile. She wouldn't make a mockery of him. But, to her delight, he truly had fallen for her fabricated deceit. Was she truly feeling these emotions? Perhaps, yes. Was she dramatizing them on account of craving forever coveted words of comfort? Absolutely.

Nothing did she wish to replace Ferrin's words with. Not her own biest Father, dead or not, could replace Ferrin's expression of deep kindness. If you knew Ferrin, you knew this side of his emotions were never shown.

Now she had stooped to a low, low level, and she wished to fix it. But to do that, was to outwardly discard Ferrin's meaningful words, which could easily set him off. She wished nothing of the sort. Because she cherished their relationship, and she looked upon Ferrin with incredible inspiration.

The doctor turned back to the dragon, and Roe was ripped back into reality. The SolarWing whimpered.

"Magnificent." Ferrin muttered, shaking his head. "I just… can't believe…" He moved away, slipping past Roe, and through the doorway, retrieving his briefcase.

The SolarWing shuddered. Roe watched as glistening tears fall from unblinking eyes.

"Ferrin," said Roe, "are you a Rebel?"

The doctor glanced up, giving her a critical expression. "That entirely depends on what side you are on, my dear."

She could hear the familiar mocking tone he used so flippantly slip back into his tone.

"I believe your morals are askew." Roe replied.

Ferrin tilted his head ever so slightly. "Bold of you to assume I have morals."

Roe scowled at his jesting manner, his obscure nature. "Yes." She agreed. "I suppose it is."

@-Shade-
@-Kiwi- (Ay, Kiwi, let me know if you're still following this, if not I'll stop bothering you with tags.)


Things are bout to get insanely hype, and I'm so sorry I couldn't get this out sooner. We got home from Colombia and there was just SO. MUCH. CHAOTICNESS.
And I have to get back into the groove of writing... Working on it, workin on itttt.
Also, I fricken live Ferrin, and I think he's REALLLY actually so cool. I hope to RP him more he's just *AGH* so coooool.

Dude, you’re such an amazing writer like OUGH. I loved every second of this and I WANT MOREEE