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One True Love, or more affairs than you can remember?
Er... Uh... Guess I'd haveta say both.
Not that I can't remember them all, I can. Mostly. It's just that's th'sorta thing that happens when yertwo thousand years old as old as I am. I've had m'share of flings and whatnot, that's true enough.
Lucky for me, I've found th'love of m'life as well. Just hadta get m'head outta m'arse first.
Thing is, he's been there th'whole time. Well, maybe not the whole time, but y'get the idea. Granted, we didn't much care for each other at th'start, but then things started changing. We started changing. We may not've liked each other, but there was a sense of respect there.
Slowly, that sense of respect I guess morphed into something else.Especially once I quit going after his head. Once I got t'know him, I realised he wasn't a half bad bloke. Cheeky bastard, sure, but not an entirely bad sort. He has his moments. Gods, don't we all.
I'm not sure when it changed, exactly. All I do know is remembering leaving Paris in one of those clichéd scenes where he's standing on th'platform and I'm on th'train. I honestly didn't think I'd see him again after that. Guess that's about th'time I realised there was more t'that respect thing than either of us wanted t'admit to.
Sixty or so Years later, he pitched up and that was it. He wanted more, and I was tired of keeping secrets. So, there y'have it. And he'd been there all along...
Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
248 Words
Based on RP with
iris_angel
Er... Uh... Guess I'd haveta say both.
Not that I can't remember them all, I can. Mostly. It's just that's th'sorta thing that happens when yer
Lucky for me, I've found th'love of m'life as well. Just hadta get m'head outta m'arse first.
Thing is, he's been there th'whole time. Well, maybe not the whole time, but y'get the idea. Granted, we didn't much care for each other at th'start, but then things started changing. We started changing. We may not've liked each other, but there was a sense of respect there.
Slowly, that sense of respect I guess morphed into something else.
I'm not sure when it changed, exactly. All I do know is remembering leaving Paris in one of those clichéd scenes where he's standing on th'platform and I'm on th'train. I honestly didn't think I'd see him again after that. Guess that's about th'time I realised there was more t'that respect thing than either of us wanted t'admit to.
Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
248 Words
Based on RP with
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