An art collage from January 2013

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xokrissy-mariexo
Wrote one year ago
He chuckled a bit and shook his head. "Apparently I wasn't thinking anything, but I could ask you the same question, you were there too. And I was just as incoherent as you were so this isn't all my fault." He said looking at her. She was pretty, he could say that much. But she was also a little crazy. Well, she did just find out she was married, so he decided to excuse the craziness.

hurricane-holly
Wrote one year ago
Cass jerked the door open, feeling, to say the least, a bit manic.
 
"We got married?!" she snapped, waving her hand in his face to show him the ring on her finger. The sound echoed off of the tiles, and she cringed, covering one ear and proceeding to speak in a whisper. "What the hell were you thinking?"
 
Part of her knew it wasn't entirely his fault. That said, she was also hung over and married to a complete stranger. She really wasn't in the mood to accept blame for anything.
 
Mentally shrugging, she resolved to apologize later when she wasn't feeling so nauseous and he didn't look so irritatingly dumbfounded.
 
@xokrissy-mariexo

xokrissy-mariexo
Wrote one year ago
It's ok :)
 
Mason heard her in the bathroom and rolled over groggily. He got up and began to move towards the bathroom when he noticed the ring on his finger. He looked at it wide-eyed and then looked at the bathroom door. He walked over and knocked on the door slowly with hand while rubbing his temples with the other. What had he done. Last night was very hazy and he tried his hardest to remember what exactly had happened. He didn't even know who was in the bathroom right now. All he knew was that it was probably the girl with the matching ring on her finger.

hurricane-holly
Wrote one year ago
@xokrissy-mariexo
 
Agh. I'm so sorry >.<
Heres the starter ^^'
 
Watery morning sunshine barely filtered through the flimsy drapes that shielded the world from a view into the hotel room. In the air hung a distinct sense of impending doom as the small blonde figure tossed and turned under the fluffy cream duvet. A darker head lay still, face almost entirely obscured by pillows and sheets, save for one stubble-covered corner of jaw and an ear.
 
Eventually, the blonde rolled herself into a sitting position. One hand clutched a corner of sheet and the other rose to touch her temple. She could practically feel the crippling waves of pain as they pulsed under her skin.
 
Muttering profanity, she slid off of the bed and knelt on the floor, casting about until she found a rumpled blue dress shirt and slid it on. She wasn't entirely sure whom it belonged to, but at the time, she didn't care.
 
Next in the order of business was the bathroom.
 
She practically sagged against the sink as she groped around for a washcloth. The one she found was already damp, and she sighed with contentment as she pressed to her face and scrubbed. The cloth came away a several shades darker with mascara and eye shadow.
 
Eventually it occurred to her to look in the mirror. She had to cringe when she did. Her hair stuck out in all directions, and her mad scrub with the facecloth hadn't removed all of the smudged makeup, and had left wickedly bright red spots on her cheeks.
 
That wasn't what made her scream, though. Oh no.
 
The cause of that was the plain gold band that circled her left hand ring finger.

xokrissy-mariexo
Wrote one year ago
Ok :)

hurricane-holly
Wrote one year ago
@xokrissy-mariexo,
I'm in the middle of chores, so no worries x3
It'll be up in a few,

xokrissy-mariexo
Wrote one year ago
Ok :D I'm currently grocery shopping so my replies might be slow