Luna Grace
@spreadlotsalove
Given a second chance at this. I don't plan on messing up. RP (Gifts of nature/talk with animals)
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11-08-2018 14:17:32
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> skin, but I finally had the clothes on, and let myself out.* You wouldn't happen to have a brush in that bag, would you Tristan Davis ?
Thanks.. *I forced a smile Tristan Davis , then began brushing my hair. It was fairly simple at first, but with the thickness and length, it became tedious. I could hear him chuckle before he came over, >
> and took the brush from my hand. Tristan Davis told me to sit in the chair he had just been in. Settling in, I allowed him to brush my hair. The shower had relaxed my body, causing me to >
*Upon hearing Tristan Davis 's words, I pushed myself straighter in the chair, furrowing my brows.* No. No. Why would that bother me? *I met his eyes in the mirror, and quickly turned my gaze away. I didn't >
> want Tristan Davis to see the slight hurt that his words had caused. I didn't even understand why they would. I had only met this man. Pulling away from him, I take the brush from >
> Tristan Davis 's hand.* Thanks, I'll get the rest. *I stood from the chair, keeping my eyes focused on the floor. I needed to get out of here. Tonight.*
*It felt like it was taking forever for Tristan Davis to fall asleep. The streetlights were the only thing that peeked through enough to be able to see his face. Once I was sure he was in a deep enough sleep, I slid off the bed slowly, slipping on the >
> tennis shoes I had made sure to set at the end of the bed. The only stop I made on my way out, was to get the keys from Tristan Davis 's pants. On all fours, I made my way to the door, and opened it as slowly as I could. It >
> had almost opened enough for me to slip through, when it squeaked lightly. I snapped my neck to look over Tristan Davis, he groaned, and rolled over towards the door. It felt like my heart dropped to my ankles. I held my >
> breath, waiting to see if there was any more movement or if Tristan Davis had woken up from it at all. Nothing else came from him, so I closed the door just as slowly as I had opened it, and took off down the corridor to the >
> elevator. Not once did I look back. If I had to use my gift, I would not hesitate. This man acted as if he owned me. Something was strange about Tristan Davis , but I had yet to find out what it was. I watched above as the elevator slowly >