Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jan 14, 2024 10:40:18 GMT -5
Morgan pushed the heavy door open and entered the barn. Almost immediately, heads popped out over stall doors all up and down the aisle. Morgan smiled. "Well, hello. It's about time someone came out to greet us." He walked to the nearest horse, a lovely bay roan, and gave its nose a pat. As he did, he cast a look within the stall.
A little messy, but no more than a night's worth. There was still hay in the corner, and the water bucket was half full. Morgan wandered down the aisle and peeked into several more stalls. They were all about the same as the first, give or take some mess based on each horse's personality. Clearly, someone had cared for these animals just yesterday. Which meant...
Morgan spun to look for Kyra. When he didn't see her, he called loudly, "Oiy! Kyra! Get in here, would you? I know what happened here."
☆~☆~☆ Cleo arched one elegant brow at him, a smile teasing her lips. "Yes, speaking of. I feel I must ask." She leaned closer. "Just what are your intentions with my brother?"
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jan 15, 2024 17:32:49 GMT -5
Kyra had been hanging around the front of the barn as Morgan went inside. She had caught sight and sound of the horses that were still safely inside. And since they didn't seem to be worked up into a frenzy, she deemed Morgan would be fine for a minute. So while he went in to investigate, she wandered around the outside, looking for signs of struggles or really anything that would tell her that someone had been here recently. It didn't take too long, however, before Morgan was calling her inside.
She entered the barn, blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted to the dimmer lighting. "What did you find?" Kyra asked, scanning the horses and patting one of the more curious ones that poked its head out to say hello.
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Parker couldn't stop the volume of his laugh at her question, earning at least a couple of glances from the other guests closest to them. His cheeks, he was sure, were a bright red. "You know, I never expected to have that question directed towards me. I always figured it'd be my brothers asking it to Sol more than the other way around," he replied.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jan 15, 2024 18:38:50 GMT -5
"That still doesn't explain why they would have to enter the shelter to begin with," Kyra mused as she walked around him. Sure enough, when she approached the last stall, she could see the signs of a trap door. "They couldn't have known we were coming, and if they did, they know we aren't going to harm them. So why flee for safety?"
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Parker couldn't stop the snicker of amusement. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that laugh towards you," he said. He just found the idea of Sol showing signs of being “emotionally delicate” as an indication that the world was ending. "I know the tough guy act only goes so far. He just shows his emotions differently than most. I promise to you, on my life, that I have no intentions of hurting your brother. And, perhaps I shouldn't be admitting this, but I guess I accidentally did. I went home to my family, leaving his crew with the intention of possibly never seeing him again. I didn't think the Comet was a place for a farmhand who kept getting washed overboard. But I ended up turning around after three days of getting home. The whole time I was punishing myself for the decision, but I feel like it's only fair to come clean to you so you can deem if anything else should be done to atone for such a crime."
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jan 15, 2024 20:28:10 GMT -5
Morgan nodded. "Take cover, then," he said. Once she had done so, Morgan crouched down, knocked as loudly as he could, and then quickly jumped behind cover himself.
He waited, but after a solid minute of nothing happening, he peeked at the door. "Nothing," he confirmed. "Can we just go in now?"
☆~☆~☆ "The pleasure was mine." Cleo gave him a curtsy, and as she straightened she smiled wide. "Do enjoy your night," she said, batting her lashes. Then she twirled away, dress billowing around her.
A second later, Sol stepped up behind Parker and lowered his head to speak by his ear. "Time to go, swasher."
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