I’m not even going joke when I say I will do anything anybody wants of me (so long as it’s not hurting anyone else) if they will buy me tickets and give me a way to get to David Bowie IS in Chicago.

Into Chapter 6 of Hogwarts School of Prayer and Miracles and I think I may be having an aneurism

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I HAVEN’T SEEN ALL OF THE NANNY DID THEY EVER HOOK UP I SHIPPED THEM SO HARD WHEN I WAS A KID

THEY DID HOOK UP.
Little known fact:
I am a HUGE Nanny fan. Niles was always by far character.

It was during a show when her past came back to bite her. Of course, this really shouldn't have surprised her too much. An old injury that never truly had the chance to fully heal was aggravated when she was doing stunts on stage, during a guitar solo. With a cry of pain, she collapsed, shaking, to the cold surface of the stage.

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I was finishing the guitar solo when I saw Harley drop into a pile against the ground and my heart drop, my hands shook and I let out a gasp. Nothing else matter at this point in time apart from her and I knelt beside her, stroking her hair out of her face, checking to see if she was breathing. It was all so fast, unexpected and I was panicking. I carried her offstage and canceled the rest of the show, taking her to my dressing room and laying her out on my sofa, I sat by her side, holding her hand and waiting for her to wake. Not a single word had left my lips since it had happened but my band had dealt with the show.

She looked like some picture. Pale as the moonlight, marred by bruises. While it caused plenty of pain, it was pain she could live with.
She poured two cups of jasmine tea and brought them over, along with honey.
"Here you are," Harley said, setting the cup beside him, before settling down in the bed. Bruises had begun to form on her hip and shoulder as well, from where she collapsed on stage. She puffed on her own cigarette, blowing rings.

David would try his hardest to be sympathetic and help her but he knew little about broken bones. He’d never managed to injury himself in such a way. He was clumsy but not that clumsy. He took the mug of tea and smiled at her, sipping at it in between his puffs. “Thankyou..” He whispered after a moment of enjoying the warmth of his drink. It smelt just as delicious as it tasted too, the hotel room started to fill with the smell of jasmine after no time. He watched her blow the rings and tapped the side of his mug, looking worried and confused he sighed and spent a moment thinking before he opened his mouth to speak, “Do you.. ever have nightmares” He asked eventually, trying to work out whether she could remember anything that’d happened or not.

"I do. Often," Harley said with a nod. Sometimes she remembered them. Sometimes she simply woke up with that feeling of dread in her stomach. She laid down on her side, in a mock sort of version of Rose in Titanic. She kept one hand by her mug to keep it stable, while the other rest on her hip, still holding the cigarette. Without makeup of any sort, it was easy to see how marred her skin was, how much of a broken girl she was.

Today I took a shower, put on a perfume that I’d had once before last summer, and my mom sent my leather jacket. Putting it on as I stepped out into the light rain, smelling the Hawaiian Ginger perfume… it just felt like Hamburg.

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up dating relationship page. send any pic you like to see in there

"hello?"

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"Yes, honey?" Harley said, feigning a regular, cheerful voice, as she sat up in her bath, looking around at the water murky with blood.

"I don’t know how to say, but I’m scared…." he walked into the bathroom and looked into the water and became even more scared. “’his wounds are better?”

Her eyes squinted. The bathroom door had been locked, yet he opened it like nothing.
"Wh-what?" Harley asked, looking away from him. There was blood smeared on her chest, but mostly it just filled the water, making it dark.

Prams, cradles, and bassinets used by the King and Queen for Nuala
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Harley smiled. She fell asleep again, and slept for a while. When she awoke, she felt all sorts of better. She rose and picked up her daughter from her bassinet and cradled her. Everything truly felt wonderful. She was no longer wrought with exhaustion. She looked down at the baby, the child's red eyes glimmering back at her.

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Loki had gone to his chamber to sleep but made sure that His daughter is near his wife. He lays on the bed and gone to sleep. After spending many night awake, he finally got his much needed sleep.

Harley walked about the castle with Nuala in her arms. People greeted her like they’d seen a ghost. It didn’t bother her. She went out to the terrace that looked over the garden. She needed fresh air, and baby was warm enough she knew the gentle breath wouldn’t bother her. Hearing her husband stir, she turned back to look through the open door at his bed, where he was rousing.

It was during a show when her past came back to bite her. Of course, this really shouldn't have surprised her too much. An old injury that never truly had the chance to fully heal was aggravated when she was doing stunts on stage, during a guitar solo. With a cry of pain, she collapsed, shaking, to the cold surface of the stage.

dukeroleplay:

mercurialmaterial:

dukeroleplay:

dukeroleplay:

I was finishing the guitar solo when I saw Harley drop into a pile against the ground and my heart drop, my hands shook and I let out a gasp. Nothing else matter at this point in time apart from her and I knelt beside her, stroking her hair out of her face, checking to see if she was breathing. It was all so fast, unexpected and I was panicking. I carried her offstage and canceled the rest of the show, taking her to my dressing room and laying her out on my sofa, I sat by her side, holding her hand and waiting for her to wake. Not a single word had left my lips since it had happened but my band had dealt with the show.

The warmth from the heater keeping her warm, she felt comfortable enough without clothes. She held her cigarette gracefully in a resting hand. Her body was beautiful, posed by the the tea pot. All except for her ribcage, where on side of it was painful looking, colored with purples, blues, black, and yellows.

She took out a mug, before looking back at Duke. “Would you like a cup of tea, my love?”

David took good look at her nodding at the drink, “Yes please” He smiled, surprised by how quickly she’d bounced back. She seemed comfortable and that was enough for him. David didn’t really like wearing clothes in the comfort of his own home or surroundings anyway. He’d quite happily walk around the house nude. He puffed on his cigarette, holding it in between his relaxed fingers just above the ashtray. He avoided looking at her injuries, they looked very sore and painful and not any better than yesterday. The brucing had definitely came out properly now. You could see it all. 

She looked like some picture. Pale as the moonlight, marred by bruises. While it caused plenty of pain, it was pain she could live with.
She poured two cups of jasmine tea and brought them over, along with honey.
"Here you are," Harley said, setting the cup beside him, before settling down in the bed. Bruises had begun to form on her hip and shoulder as well, from where she collapsed on stage. She puffed on her own cigarette, blowing rings.

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