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Bootylicious - Johnny - 02-02-2016
for @Quentin <33 RE: Bootylicious - Quentin - 02-13-2016 I do believe in fairies!
The fairy male made his way through the snow, his tan colored hooves snapping up out of the powder in disgust. In truth, Quentin hadn't really encountered snow before, sticking mostly to the forests and meadows that he could find. Snorting in discomfort, the action visible by whisps dancing in the air, the stallion halted. He shifted constantly, however, still not used to the squishy, cold feeling of snow. He'd made the journey from the Edge to explore, though had he known that his curiosity would bring him into the frozen hell, well, he surely wouldn't have left. “I'm sure the Edge is just as frozen.” He grumbled under his breath at the statement, not wanting to admit that he'd have to endure this shit longer than a second. He snorted again, “It just sticks to everything and it's so damn cold.” His voice was whiny and his wings fluttered in distress as they usually did. Grunting loudly, the brute continued on, his high stepping seeming almost normal and natural, elegant even. As the Warmblood continued on, a sweet scent reached his nostrils. “What in heaven's name is that?” He halted, tilting his head to the side, hazel eyes searching for the source. It was then that he spotted the tri-colored stallion, his brightly colored hair and pink points sticking out against the white powder that whatever devil sent. Despite Quentin's hatred for snow, this stallion seemed rather interested in it. He had his muzzle buried in the stuff and the fairy wondered what kind of fresh hell he'd been sent to. “Who the hell likes this stuff?” He huffed in agreement, which here lately had become rather common. Clearing his throat, the male made himself known, though he wasn't sure if the colorful male was paying him any attention or not. He was glorious though and Quentin allowed his hazel eyes to flow easily over his form. “Hmm...not bad at all.” Giggling softly, the male took a few steps forward, closing the distance between the two of them. “Why, hello there.” He grins, his expression clearly showing his interest in the stallion before him. Fluttering his wings, the pale male watched for the other's reaction, though he openly appreciated his figure still. "Talk." "Voices." OOC- Sorry this took so long! I was on vacation and didn't have internet before we left D: (the fabulous!) @Johnny RE: Bootylicious - Johnny - 02-16-2016
@Quentin RE: Bootylicious - Quentin - 02-17-2016 I do believe in fairies!
Quentin giggled loudly, quite amused with the fact that he'd surprised the other stallion. Hazel eyes showed his glee as the male shifted his weight from hoof to hoof. He was pleased that a grin graced the brute's features as he turned to fully face him. “Are you my fairy godfather?” The fairy laughed musically at this, his wings fluttering with amusement. “Oh darling, if only.” His grin grew wider here, though his features took on a more flirtatious manner. “However, I've been known to grant a wish or two.” Quentin winked, sliding himself closer to the peppermint colored male. The scent of sweetness was filling his nostrils and the Warmblood wasn't quite sure if it was just his imagination or if the male really smelled like that. “It's not us....” Well that settled it then. This handsome little thing was absolutely divine! Reaching his muzzle closer, Quentin inhaled deeply, somehow making the otherwise rude action quite delicate and flirtatious. “My, you smell delicious.” He moves closer still, hazel eyes meeting green as he slowly closes the gap between them. “Handsome and divine. My what gods sent you to me? I must have been a very good boy!” He chuckles, the sound deeper than usual, the huskiness of his interest becoming quite clear. He was testing his luck, who knew how this other male would take his flirting? He could be seconds away from having his glorious wings ripped from his back. However, Quentin wasn't one to dwell on the negatives. Noting the pink that adorned this male's legs, the male wondered how he could be anything but in his ballpark. Then again, he'd been wrong before. Never stopped him though! Snorting softly, Quentin batted his eyelashes in a very mare-like manner. If his orientation wasn't obvious then he was doing something wrong. "Talk." "Voices." OOC- Wheeeeee! (the fabulous!) @Johnny RE: Bootylicious - Johnny - 03-03-2016
@Quentin RE: Bootylicious - Quentin - 03-10-2016 I do believe in fairies!
Quentin was pleased at the other male's reaction, the brute returning his grin. What a day this has been! Finally, another male that quite possibly floated down the same river he did. Whatever he'd done to grace the Gods above, Quentin was quite glad he'd done it. “I uh… don’t know about the gods but a witch had something to do with that scent. She thought it'd be a curse...” The fairy chuckled at the other male's response. He wasn't sure if he was making him nervous, or if he was really that oblivious to Quentin's flirting. Either way, the pale male wasn't going to give up that easily. Especially not with a catch like this before him! “Well, either way, she knew what she was doing.” Those eyelashes were working overtime, hazel eyes hooded with seductiveness. The Warmblood found himself wondering what this little stud muffin tasted like, which to be honest, had never crossed his mind with anyone else before. “Way to be a weirdo.” He snorts softly in response. This brute didn't know him, so why not go all out and throw his cards face down. After all, what did he have to lose? “So uh, you got a name?” Fluttering his wings, the male feigns embarrassment at the other male's question. “How rude of me! Here I am jumping your bones and I didn't even offer my name.” He sighs, shaking his elegant head in disbelief. “I'm Quentin, an absolute delight to be at your service, darling.” He winks, flicking his teal colored tail around his rump. He takes another step, though he was already obviously invading the others personal bubble. Until the smaller male made it obvious he didn't want to be so close, nothing would deter Quentin from making his interest known. "Talk." "Voices." OOC- Sorry it took me so long to reply :/ been in a rut as of late (the fabulous!) @Johnny |