Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180429203318

Warmth. The small glowing spot grows consuming all the darkness save for the strange moving blobs of darkness. One of the shapes creeps in from his peripherals followed by a hot wet senation flicks at his face as if some sort of flaming dog were licking him. He tried to reach out to the dark blob to brush it away but no matter how hard he tried he could not connect with it as his hands phased through the dark blob and into the orage glow past them.

Jorge frowned and shifted at the gentle touch of Tirush's tounge, the taste of sweat and tears mixing in with his bitter blood and SE. If she focused on the mixture she may taste something different, a tatse akin to a valkyrie or angle lingered on her tounge before stinging her slightly. His arm weakly reaches up to Tirush but fails to reach it's mark and slowly falls back down into the dirt.

Jorge starts to relinquish himself to the warm lapping sensation when the blobs begin to make noise. He know's they are speaking to each other but the words are muffled almost as if submerged beneath the waves. His heart beats faster when the closest one speaks as something within him understands its words, fills him with purpose to return. He had to go back home. He had to give her the flowers he poached. The injured man struggled to sit back up and face these faceless beings. The words they spoke became clearer as he began to raise himself off the ground, the sharp pain of life shooting up his side. Tirush was the closest, her words booming into his ear finally understanding her words. "Then you should become lovers, be done with it!"

Jorge grabs Tirush's arm and pulls himself up as Armata gives his retort. He does not hear much of what the vampire says as his own laughter begins to drown out his words.

"What in the world did I miss here? Who wants to be who's lover?"