14 4 / 2011

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14 4 / 2011

14 4 / 2011

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14 4 / 2011

14 4 / 2011

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14 4 / 2011

14 4 / 2011

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14 4 / 2011

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14 4 / 2011

wanderingtowardspeace:

maryreflected:

wanderingtowardspeace:

wanderingtowardspeace:

maryreflected:

wanderingtowardspeace:

maryreflected:

*Mary approaches him quietly, her chains rattling slightly*

M-master? W-whats wrong? *she slips her hand into her dress, lightly fondling her knives*

Hm? *He looks up, tears in his eyes* Oh. *He…

*He sees the hatred, which was there for just a moment. He was all of a sudden tackled. He chuckles* M-mary! That is not what I was expecting, but that works fine.

*With a flash of idiocy, he kisses her on the head.*

*she smiles, and kisses him back hard on the lips hard*

*He takes in the kiss with shock. Yes, she was pretty, but he didn’t think of her that way. After the kiss, he gets up. He cannot think of anything to say*

*she smiles happily at him* 

M-master? Would you like Mary to help you calm down?

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14 4 / 2011

wanderingtowardspeace:

wanderingtowardspeace:

maryreflected:

wanderingtowardspeace:

maryreflected:

*Mary approaches him quietly, her chains rattling slightly*

M-master? W-whats wrong? *she slips her hand into her dress, lightly fondling her knives*

Hm? *He looks up, tears in his eyes* Oh. *He…

*He sees the hatred, which was there for just a moment. He was all of a sudden tackled. He chuckles* M-mary! That is not what I was expecting, but that works fine.

*With a flash of idiocy, he kisses her on the head.*

*she smiles, and kisses him back hard on the lips hard*

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14 4 / 2011

*He goes home with shaky breaths.*

wanderingtowardspeace:

maryreflected:

wanderingtowardspeace:

maryreflected:

*Mary approaches him quietly, her chains rattling slightly*

M-master? W-whats wrong? *she slips her hand into her dress, lightly fondling her knives*

Hm? *He looks up, tears in his eyes* Oh. *He smiles* It’s you, mary.

I’m not having a good day. Not at all. I don’t want you to get sad, though.

*she walks up to him*
Why- What happened? C-can Mary help? 

It-It’s nothing. Amanda just… left.

Just come here, Mary. *He gets up and puts his arms out*

*a flash of hatred comes across her eyes, and she makes a mental note, and the look turns to absolute compassion, as she tackles him with all her might, hugging him hard*

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14 4 / 2011

*He goes home with shaky breaths.*

wanderingtowardspeace:

maryreflected:

*Mary approaches him quietly, her chains rattling slightly*

M-master? W-whats wrong? *she slips her hand into her dress, lightly fondling her knives*

Hm? *He looks up, tears in his eyes* Oh. *He smiles* It’s you, mary.

I’m not having a good day. Not at all. I don’t want you to get sad, though.

*she walks up to him*
Why- What happened? C-can Mary help? 

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14 4 / 2011

*He goes home with shaky breaths.*

wanderingtowardspeace:

*He goes inside and sits down, very close to sobbing. Amanda had just left. She didn’t want him to endanger himself anymore, and she just up and left.

It was hard for him to take.*

*Mary approaches him quietly, her chains rattling slightly*

M-master? W-whats wrong? *she slips her hand into her dress, lightly fondling her knives*

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09 4 / 2011

Pocky game…?

forthesakeofscience:

I’m not sure what it is, but I have a box, so…how do people play this game?

I’ll play a game *smiles innocently, joy in her eyes*
How is this one played?  

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09 4 / 2011

horosha:

maryreflected:

*Once again, immediately slips her miss matched clothes off and Puts the panties ((I assume)) on, and then slips her dress back and and smiles at him*

*He looks away when she changes.* Okay. So, why don’t you tell me about your past. Why do you have those on? *He points at the chains*

*looks at him, slightly confused*
Y- you’re a master, though. How do you not know? *giggles*

Well- Um- The chains are me. *thinks* I- dont really know how to explain it. But- um. I’m sorry, I- Dont know- they dont tell us- and- I never was allowed to leave the camp- u- until- *starts to get teary eyes*
I’M SORRY FOR RUNNING PLEASE DONT HURT ME *breaks into tears and cringes away slightly, expecting a blow* 

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