Narnialove
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Here's more.....
"I am difficult." Joe told her.
Elizabeth smiled and shook her head at him. "No, you're not. At all." She said. "Why do you think so?" She asked wrinkling her forehead at him.
Joe shrugged. "I don't know. I just do." He said in reply.
"Well you're not." Elizabeth told him, she stood on her tip toes and lightly planted a kiss on his lips.
"Yes, ma'am." Joe said with a smile, his eyes never left her face. "Are you ready to go home?" He asked after a few moments.
Elizabeth shook her head. "No. I never am." She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.
Joe chuckled as he held her tightly against him. "I know, but you have no choice. You can't stay." He told her. "We'll be married soon, don't worry."
Elizabeth pushed back enough to look up at him. "Can I have some hot chocolate first?" She asked sweetly.
Joe smiled and squeezed her. "Yes, but you have to stop looking at me like that." He said before kissing her.
"I'll try." Elizabeth squeaked out once he pulled away.
"Thank you." Joe released his hold and led her inside the house, where he fixed them both a mug of hot chocolate......
I know it's not a lot....sorry.
♥DL
"I am difficult." Joe told her.
Elizabeth smiled and shook her head at him. "No, you're not. At all." She said. "Why do you think so?" She asked wrinkling her forehead at him.
Joe shrugged. "I don't know. I just do." He said in reply.
"Well you're not." Elizabeth told him, she stood on her tip toes and lightly planted a kiss on his lips.
"Yes, ma'am." Joe said with a smile, his eyes never left her face. "Are you ready to go home?" He asked after a few moments.
Elizabeth shook her head. "No. I never am." She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.
Joe chuckled as he held her tightly against him. "I know, but you have no choice. You can't stay." He told her. "We'll be married soon, don't worry."
Elizabeth pushed back enough to look up at him. "Can I have some hot chocolate first?" She asked sweetly.
Joe smiled and squeezed her. "Yes, but you have to stop looking at me like that." He said before kissing her.
"I'll try." Elizabeth squeaked out once he pulled away.
"Thank you." Joe released his hold and led her inside the house, where he fixed them both a mug of hot chocolate......
I know it's not a lot....sorry.
♥DL
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Narnialove
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I like it
DestinyLies
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I'm glad. I'll add something I wrote while in the airport later.
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My Knight In Tin Foil
I feel like I can't sleep until I write this. So, here it goes.
For years, ever since I was 12 or 13-years-old I wrote. I wrote almost, if not always, every day. Mostly love stories. Guy-girl relationships. And in every one the guy was (almost) perfect...and a lot of times there was at least one guy that was jealous because he wanted the girl. Any way, what I realized tonight as I am trying to sleep was: One, that I wrote about the guy that I wanted, the "perfect guy". And after I started dating my, now, fiancé I didn't write as much, hardly at all unless it was a blog post about college or prayers. the second thing I realized was, that my fiancé IS the guy I wrote about. The other two guys I "dated" gave me more material to write about because they weren't "fulfilling" my wants and needs like the guys in my stories...they weren't "fitting the mold". I'm not saying they weren't great guys; well my first "boyfriend" I met online (which you should NEVER do) and he is real and who he says he was....and the second one was actual bad (we only dated for two months and saw each other twice maybe), he cheated on me with two different girls. And I'm not saying my fiancé is perfect and fits the mold of my fictional characters perfectly; but ever since I started dating him I have been the happiest I have ever been and I don't hide behind my pen and paper writing about a guy that doesn't exist and can not be beat.
Jeff, while he is far from perfect, is my "knight in tin foil". Jesus is the only "Knight in Shining Armor". While, I don't write as much any more--mainly because I have no major drama, hurt, or troubles (involving a guy) to give me inspiration to-- I still love it. I have written a few things, and am working on editing my first stories. Lately, though I have been working on my relationship with God, understanding Jeff and his needs and how he is as a guy (which is hard to understand and grasp, btw). And preparing for our up coming marriage! I think that is all for right now.
Well?
DestinyLies
I feel like I can't sleep until I write this. So, here it goes.
For years, ever since I was 12 or 13-years-old I wrote. I wrote almost, if not always, every day. Mostly love stories. Guy-girl relationships. And in every one the guy was (almost) perfect...and a lot of times there was at least one guy that was jealous because he wanted the girl. Any way, what I realized tonight as I am trying to sleep was: One, that I wrote about the guy that I wanted, the "perfect guy". And after I started dating my, now, fiancé I didn't write as much, hardly at all unless it was a blog post about college or prayers. the second thing I realized was, that my fiancé IS the guy I wrote about. The other two guys I "dated" gave me more material to write about because they weren't "fulfilling" my wants and needs like the guys in my stories...they weren't "fitting the mold". I'm not saying they weren't great guys; well my first "boyfriend" I met online (which you should NEVER do) and he is real and who he says he was....and the second one was actual bad (we only dated for two months and saw each other twice maybe), he cheated on me with two different girls. And I'm not saying my fiancé is perfect and fits the mold of my fictional characters perfectly; but ever since I started dating him I have been the happiest I have ever been and I don't hide behind my pen and paper writing about a guy that doesn't exist and can not be beat.
Jeff, while he is far from perfect, is my "knight in tin foil". Jesus is the only "Knight in Shining Armor". While, I don't write as much any more--mainly because I have no major drama, hurt, or troubles (involving a guy) to give me inspiration to-- I still love it. I have written a few things, and am working on editing my first stories. Lately, though I have been working on my relationship with God, understanding Jeff and his needs and how he is as a guy (which is hard to understand and grasp, btw). And preparing for our up coming marriage!
I think that is all for right now.Well?
DestinyLies
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I'm not embarrassed about it. But thanks.
DestinyLies
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I PROMISE I'll try to get on here more often and write....most of what I have written lately has been notes and prayers....and emails. LOL. I'll try to get something up I've done that I haven't posted.
I'll try to get something up I've done that I haven't posted.
Nightcrawler_Fan
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Hey you, love the little snippets and I completely understand about finding an awesome guy and not writing qte so much if at all. The same kind of thing happened with me. But I do hope you don't give up writing entirely because you do have a gift that I hope yu don't let go to waste.
DestinyLies
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Aw thank you!! that means a lot. No I won't give it up, I just don't have much time right now with planning my wedding.
that means a lot. No I won't give it up, I just don't have much time right now with planning my wedding.
Nightcrawler_Fan
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Aw thank you!!
No worries. When is the wedding?
DestinyLies
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September 29...three months from today!
Nightcrawler_Fan
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You're getting close. Hope everything is going well.
DestinyLies
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I just spent the past few hours reading all of this....I want to get back in to writing...I've just been super busy lately...I'll try to write more..The Daniel Dream, Joe and Kandie, Elements, and everything else!
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I'll see what I can do.
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Did I ever post this??:
Adela stood beside the thrones waiting for an order. The little servant girl twisted the edges of the dresses sleeves nervously through her fingers. She had just received the dress after being taken from off of the street to be one of the servants in the palace. She had always dreamed of going into the palace, but never serving the Royal Family, especially as a eight year-old girl.
“Just do as you’re told, and do it immediately.” Aetha, the woman who stood beside of Adela, told her.
The child nodded. “Yes ma’am.” She whispered in reply, shifted from one foot to the other.
A door at the back of the room opened and the Royal family walked through it. First King Amadeus, then his wife, Queen Shadiya, and last was the Prince, Alastair. The three sat down on their thrones, before anything was spoken.
“Aetha, I see you found a servant girl.” Queen Shadiya spoke, her soft blue eyes rested on Adela, not on Aetha.
“Yes Your Highness.” Aetha nodded, and pushed Adela towards the thrones. “Go only a few steps, child.” She whispered.
Queen Shadiya rose from her throne, walked down the three steps to the floor, and stopped in front of Adela. “What is your name child?” Shadiya asked.
“Adela, Your Highness.” Adela replied, she noticed the Prince, who still sat on his throne, was watching her. It made her more nervous.
“Adela.” The Queen repeated. “What a lovely name.” Shadiya touched Adela’s blond hair, and examined her hands. “So small.” She commented, running her fingers over the back of Adela’s right hand. “You will be fine; the older girls can do what you cannot.” She turned Adela’s hand over. “What happened here?” Shadiya asked pointing at a scar that ran diagonally across Adela’s palm, from her pinky down to her wrist.
“(Glass), Your Highness. It cut me.” Was all the girl said as an explanation. Her father had taken a piece of (glass), from a bowl, Adela had accidentally broken, and as punishment cut along his daughters hand. Adela’s older sister had stopped the bleeding, and bandaged her hand.
“That is terrible.” Shadiya ran her finger down the scar. “I am sorry.”
Adela was shocked at the words and looked up at the Queen, she had sorrow in her eyes. “It is all right, Highness.” Adela whispered.
Shadiya dropped Adela’s hand then, and smiled at the girl. “You’ll do wonderfully.” She said before turning and going back to her throne.
Adela returned to standing beside Aetha, her gaze stayed on the Queen the entire time they stood.
Adela had been serving in the Palace for a week, working in the kitchen, and doing whatever was asked of her, when she first met General Botolf. The General was coming to speak with the King, Adela did not know what about. She just knew that when the General arrived she was supposed to lead him to the Throne room. “General Botolf.” Simon, one of the door tenders, greeted the man bowing his head. “Adela, will lead you the General to the Throne room.” The young boy nodded towards Adela who stood a few feet away.
General Botolf laughed when he saw her. “Such a puny girl.” He shook his head as if to say ‘weakling‘. “King Amadeus has such small servants.” He commented to himself. “Go on.” He waved his hands towards Adela when she didn‘t move. “That is if your legs can carry you that far.” He added, when Adela turned around and headed towards the Throne room.
Adela lead Botolf through the hallways, she didn’t let his comments bother her. She was small, only eight years-old, so what he said was true. Adela stepped into the throne room. “General Botolf, Your Majesty.” She said to the King and stepped to the side to let the General inside the room.
“You need to get bigger servants, Your Majesty.” General Botolf said after bowing to the King. “I almost stepped on the girl several times on the way here.” He said.
“That’s none of your concern, Boltof.” King Amadeus told his General. “You may go, Adela.” He then spoke to Adela. “Thank you.” He nodded at the child who left them.
“Adela.” The servant turned at the sound of her name again. Prince Alastair was walking towards her. “I need you to do me a favor.” He said when he got to her.
“Y-yes, Your Majesty.” Adela stuttered, not lifting her eyes to look at the prince. He was two years older than her, at the age of ten, and good looking.
“You don’t have to call me that. I would prefer you call me my name.” Alastair told her.
“Is that what you wanted?” Adela asked, she was always nervous around the Prince. He seemed to watch her whenever she was in the throne room, and it made her feel like something was wrong with her.
Alastair laughed. “No.” He shook his head. “I need you to take a request for a sword to the silver smith in town. I would but I have to go with guards.” He sighed. “And that is just too much trouble. You would help a lot if you could go.” The Prince looked at her, pleading.
“I cannot say no, you are my master, I do what is asked of me.” Adela replied looking up at the prince. “I will do it.” She nodded.
Alastair seemed bothered at her words. “You do not have to if you have something else to do for my Father or Mother.” He told her.
“No, I do not, yet.” Adela didn’t like the look he had on his face. “Where is the order?” She held out her hand, the one without the scar. “I will take it now.”
Alastair placed the piece of rolled up parchment in her hand. “Shif will go with you.” Alastair called the servant boy to him. “Thank you, Adela.” He smiled at her.
Adela nodded and rushed to go do as he asked, Shif with her.
Alastair looked after the girl he hadn’t liked the sound of the title “master” Adela had given him. He had specifically wanted her to carry out the order to the silver smith, simply so he could talk with her. The girl had interested him ever since she had come to the Palace a week earlier. He had never felt this way towards a slave, or servant of his parents. He wasn’t even sure what he felt. The Prince turned and headed out to the stables.
Adela stood in front of the silver smith, feeling very small and fragile standing before the large man and his tools. The big man held the Princes’ message in between his blackened hands, and was reading it. “Tell the Prince I will have it sent to the castle by the end of the week.” The man told her, rolling up the message and placing it in his apron.
Adela nodded. “End of the week.” She repeated, before bowing her head to the man and heading back to the castle with Shif. She walked as fast as she could, not liking being in the busy city that she use to scrounge around in, with her sister. “Hurry up, Shif.” She wrapped her cloak around herself and walked faster. Once she was behind the castles walls she let out her breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.
Adela stood beside the thrones waiting for an order. The little servant girl twisted the edges of the dresses sleeves nervously through her fingers. She had just received the dress after being taken from off of the street to be one of the servants in the palace. She had always dreamed of going into the palace, but never serving the Royal Family, especially as a eight year-old girl.
“Just do as you’re told, and do it immediately.” Aetha, the woman who stood beside of Adela, told her.
The child nodded. “Yes ma’am.” She whispered in reply, shifted from one foot to the other.
A door at the back of the room opened and the Royal family walked through it. First King Amadeus, then his wife, Queen Shadiya, and last was the Prince, Alastair. The three sat down on their thrones, before anything was spoken.
“Aetha, I see you found a servant girl.” Queen Shadiya spoke, her soft blue eyes rested on Adela, not on Aetha.
“Yes Your Highness.” Aetha nodded, and pushed Adela towards the thrones. “Go only a few steps, child.” She whispered.
Queen Shadiya rose from her throne, walked down the three steps to the floor, and stopped in front of Adela. “What is your name child?” Shadiya asked.
“Adela, Your Highness.” Adela replied, she noticed the Prince, who still sat on his throne, was watching her. It made her more nervous.
“Adela.” The Queen repeated. “What a lovely name.” Shadiya touched Adela’s blond hair, and examined her hands. “So small.” She commented, running her fingers over the back of Adela’s right hand. “You will be fine; the older girls can do what you cannot.” She turned Adela’s hand over. “What happened here?” Shadiya asked pointing at a scar that ran diagonally across Adela’s palm, from her pinky down to her wrist.
“(Glass), Your Highness. It cut me.” Was all the girl said as an explanation. Her father had taken a piece of (glass), from a bowl, Adela had accidentally broken, and as punishment cut along his daughters hand. Adela’s older sister had stopped the bleeding, and bandaged her hand.
“That is terrible.” Shadiya ran her finger down the scar. “I am sorry.”
Adela was shocked at the words and looked up at the Queen, she had sorrow in her eyes. “It is all right, Highness.” Adela whispered.
Shadiya dropped Adela’s hand then, and smiled at the girl. “You’ll do wonderfully.” She said before turning and going back to her throne.
Adela returned to standing beside Aetha, her gaze stayed on the Queen the entire time they stood.
Adela had been serving in the Palace for a week, working in the kitchen, and doing whatever was asked of her, when she first met General Botolf. The General was coming to speak with the King, Adela did not know what about. She just knew that when the General arrived she was supposed to lead him to the Throne room. “General Botolf.” Simon, one of the door tenders, greeted the man bowing his head. “Adela, will lead you the General to the Throne room.” The young boy nodded towards Adela who stood a few feet away.
General Botolf laughed when he saw her. “Such a puny girl.” He shook his head as if to say ‘weakling‘. “King Amadeus has such small servants.” He commented to himself. “Go on.” He waved his hands towards Adela when she didn‘t move. “That is if your legs can carry you that far.” He added, when Adela turned around and headed towards the Throne room.
Adela lead Botolf through the hallways, she didn’t let his comments bother her. She was small, only eight years-old, so what he said was true. Adela stepped into the throne room. “General Botolf, Your Majesty.” She said to the King and stepped to the side to let the General inside the room.
“You need to get bigger servants, Your Majesty.” General Botolf said after bowing to the King. “I almost stepped on the girl several times on the way here.” He said.
“That’s none of your concern, Boltof.” King Amadeus told his General. “You may go, Adela.” He then spoke to Adela. “Thank you.” He nodded at the child who left them.
“Adela.” The servant turned at the sound of her name again. Prince Alastair was walking towards her. “I need you to do me a favor.” He said when he got to her.
“Y-yes, Your Majesty.” Adela stuttered, not lifting her eyes to look at the prince. He was two years older than her, at the age of ten, and good looking.
“You don’t have to call me that. I would prefer you call me my name.” Alastair told her.
“Is that what you wanted?” Adela asked, she was always nervous around the Prince. He seemed to watch her whenever she was in the throne room, and it made her feel like something was wrong with her.
Alastair laughed. “No.” He shook his head. “I need you to take a request for a sword to the silver smith in town. I would but I have to go with guards.” He sighed. “And that is just too much trouble. You would help a lot if you could go.” The Prince looked at her, pleading.
“I cannot say no, you are my master, I do what is asked of me.” Adela replied looking up at the prince. “I will do it.” She nodded.
Alastair seemed bothered at her words. “You do not have to if you have something else to do for my Father or Mother.” He told her.
“No, I do not, yet.” Adela didn’t like the look he had on his face. “Where is the order?” She held out her hand, the one without the scar. “I will take it now.”
Alastair placed the piece of rolled up parchment in her hand. “Shif will go with you.” Alastair called the servant boy to him. “Thank you, Adela.” He smiled at her.
Adela nodded and rushed to go do as he asked, Shif with her.
Alastair looked after the girl he hadn’t liked the sound of the title “master” Adela had given him. He had specifically wanted her to carry out the order to the silver smith, simply so he could talk with her. The girl had interested him ever since she had come to the Palace a week earlier. He had never felt this way towards a slave, or servant of his parents. He wasn’t even sure what he felt. The Prince turned and headed out to the stables.
Adela stood in front of the silver smith, feeling very small and fragile standing before the large man and his tools. The big man held the Princes’ message in between his blackened hands, and was reading it. “Tell the Prince I will have it sent to the castle by the end of the week.” The man told her, rolling up the message and placing it in his apron.
Adela nodded. “End of the week.” She repeated, before bowing her head to the man and heading back to the castle with Shif. She walked as fast as she could, not liking being in the busy city that she use to scrounge around in, with her sister. “Hurry up, Shif.” She wrapped her cloak around herself and walked faster. Once she was behind the castles walls she let out her breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.
Nightcrawler_Fan
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No, you never posted that. I really like it. I haven't talked to you in forever! How's life? You're married now right?
I haven't talked to you in forever! How's life? You're married now right?
DestinyLies
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Huh....I thought I did. And yes I've been married for over five months. And I'm glad you like it. How are you doing? Glad you finally showed up. Lol.No, you never posted that. I really like it.