#mason2

@vampiremason

Melissa was plastered and she felt really bad that Mason had to put up with her, but then again it was Mason. She knew he would be the one person... thing... vampire thing who wouldn’t care how she was. She stood in his villa attempting to unzip her dress. It was too tight and her boobs needed to breathe for once in their miserable, unfilled lives. She finally reached the zipper with a loud AHA sound and slowly unzipped the dress. She stepped out of it and let out a deep breath.

“Fuck... why do we wear clothes? Why do we have to wear stupid tight dresses and heels and bras and thongs? Do you know how uncomfortable a thong is? Do you Mason? Mason?” she called out frowning, forgetting where he’d said he’d gone.

Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep, this air is blessed you share with me. This night is wild, so calm and dull, these hearts they race, from self control. Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine, we’re doing fine, we’re doing nothing at all.

My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me. So won’t you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer.

The words are hushed lets not get busted; just lay entwined here, undiscovered. Safe in here from all the stupid questions. “hey did you get some?” Man, that is so dumb.

"Sidewinder, huh?" She mused, reading over the message Alerion had sent her a few times over before closing it. The two white mages had set up little quests for each of the players that had gathered the night before, and set them up accordingly. She was to be set up with Sidewinder, whom she had luckily been acquainted with before the other night. Pinching her forefinger and thumb together, she opened up her user menu and began to write Sidewinder a message: