Would You Marry Me?

[mica-silverwind.livejournal.com]

AND NOW, IT'S TIME FOR KUROI TO BE PRE-EMPTED BY THE



MARRIED SINCE FOREVER MEME

Step 1: Post with your character
Step 2: Reply to some other character as if your own had been married to the above for X amount of time.
Step 3: ????
Step 4: Profit!

Rules:
Age up the kidlets, unless it's funnier if you don't.
Gaymarried is fine. For lulz, if nothing else, people.
No porn, please
Have fun making odd couples
Ship it. Ship it hard.
Tell Kuroi: "neener neener"

Comments

Yve Cousland

[nodamsel.livejournal.com]

[would love to see how you got this one to agree to something she's been dodging from her mother for eight years 8D]

Re: Yve Cousland

[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

[Sup, ma'ambride. YOU HAVE MARRIED A MAGE. WAT DO.]

[nodamsel.livejournal.com]

[well at least unlike a relationship with a man she doesn't have to struggle for dominance I MEAN WHAT i knew i should've had alistair teach me templar skills...]

'Morning.

[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

[No, no, it's cool. Namira will remember that.]

[Namira yawns and sits up.] It's your turn to make... what was that wonderful stuff? Coffee? Coffee.

[nodamsel.livejournal.com]

[there's a groan and she just rolls over and stares at the coffee machine across the room]

But it's all the way on the other side of the room.

[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

Twelve steps. [Nudges gently.] If that. [The key here is to get Yve out of bed first. Or she will never leave it.]

[nodamsel.livejournal.com]

[this is the ultimate battle of ultimate destiny, right here. Yve groans again and rolls back over to face Namira]

We don't really need to do anything today, do we?

[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

[She has a high cunning score, Yve... actually, this is probably how they ended up married.]

Yes, we do. Most of which doesn't include lounging about in bed.

[nodamsel.livejournal.com]

[Yve is still not budging. her stubborn score? totally through the roof.]

Can we change plans? Because lounging sounds good.

[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

I'm sure the others will appreciate the, "We cannot do our duties because we would rather be layabouts today" excuse. [Namira smiles.] Really, it will go over swimmingly.

[nodamsel.livejournal.com]

Well the others can bloody sod off. [there is some further grumbling, before she finally sits up and swings her legs over the side of the bed, waving her arms]

Fine then, I'm getting up.

[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

Good on you, Yve. [Namira, however, is going to flop back on their bed and steal Yve's warmspot. Victory is hers!]

[nodamsel.livejournal.com]

[she wanders over to the coffee machine, still yawning and scratching the side of her head, furthering the crazy mess of hair she's got going.

It takes a good five minutes of cursing and pressing buttons before she gets the stupid thing to turn on, and she turns back to return to bed, only to find Namira taking up the whole thing.]

Oi!

[silverytongue.livejournal.com]

[she smiles sheepishly, and pulls the covers up to her nose.] Yeeeeeeess?