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Well now, look where you've stumbled into. Oh, I know all about you. I've read your diary. You hid it well, of course, thinking no one in the world would think to look there. But I'm not just anyone. I know how you think. I know all those deep, dark little secrets you don't want anyone to know about that have been locked away in that still beating heart of yours. All your fears, your insecurities, your dreams, your desires, your fantasies... They're all there in your head. Just as I am. You've already stepped inside, you've come too far now, and it's too late for you. But don't worry. I'm here.
This is a ROLEPLAY BLOG for Brendan Block from "Secret Smile". It is NSFW. There may be Triggering material. You have been warned. Both character and RPer are of legal age.
[text] I’m glad you’re okay. That killer is still out there. It makes me worry for your safety. Look after yourself, alright? I’m going to see about having someone look into this.
Sweet Lord, you will be the death o’ me.
“Oh, hush, don’t die on me,” she laughed.
“Oh Mirrie,” he breathed softly, “I don’t intend to. M’ ne’er gonna leave your side again…” He tilted his head and leaned in carefully to catch her mouth again, but then stopped suddenly, hovering just close enough for a teasing brush against the lips. “Unless, o’ course, yeh want me t’ go.”
I’ve been fighting a really bad toothache for the past 3 days and it’s particularly nasty tonight/this morning, so replies are even slower because pain and medication.
Thank yeh. I want this issue t’ be put t’ rest for good. I would ne’er do that t’ ‘er, or t’ anyone.
You are welcome to bother me anytime. ;0;
Brendan sighed with relief at the sight of Scott making his way down to join them at the entrance. Oh he’d brought someone home all right, but not in the way he’d feared, and for that he was terribly grateful. “Said somethin’ ‘bout bein’ cold….I dunno…” He was still a little too tired to concentrate or care and he waved a dismissive hand to the lot of them as he started back up the stairs. He wanted his sleep back, and in his bed proper this time. “Eh, let ‘er in.”
[text] I hadn’t known anything until now! What happened? Are you alright? Where are you? Have you called the police?
This again… For the last bloody time, any sex I ‘ave is, an’ always ‘as been, consensual. Whatever yeh might ‘ave ‘eard that says otherwise is disgustingly untrue. I may be many things, but not that.
“Who was ‘ootin’?” He scrunched his face up, clearly offended as he wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand in an attempt to remedy his bleary sight. He could hardly recall what he’d done that night. Had he brought someone home? Perhaps that little splash on the floor he’d fallen in had been blood after all. “….fine, but keep yeh voice down an’ stay out o’ m’ rooms. Place’s a bit o’ a mess.”