Post by Willa Saxicor on Oct 18, 2018 23:03:41 GMT -5
[googlefont=Charmonman:400][googlefont=Open Sans:400]
[newclass=".tits"]background-color:#000;width:420px;border:1px #323232;border-style:solid;padding:10px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".imagez"]max-width:120px;max-height:120px;margin-right:240px;margin-top:25px;outline:2px grey double;padding:5px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".title1"]width:215px;font-family:Charmonman;border-bottom:5px double #323232;font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:#125d7a;line-height:90%;padding-bottom:5px;margin-top:-110px;margin-left:150px;text-transform:none;[/newclass]
[newclass=".subtitle1"]width:175px;height:70px;overflow:auto;margin-top:8px;line-height:100%;padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:12px;font-family:Open Sans;color:#125d7a;margin-left:150px;padding-bottom:2px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass]
[newclass=".wordz"]text-align:justify;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;color:#dbdbdb;padding:10px;padding-top:15px;width:400px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".wordz b"]color:#125d7a;font-size:12px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".tags1"]width:400px;font-size:11px;font-family:Georgia;color:white;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".credz1"]font-family:Oswald;text-align:right;width:420px;font-size:10px;[/newclass]
[attr="class","tits"]
[attr="class","imagez"]
[attr="class","title1"]I'm Two Quarters And A Heart Down
[attr="class","subtitle1"]We're falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
[attr="class","wordz"]
The bonfire roared bright and large, thanks to efforts Willa had put in in coaxing it to rise. She'd built a fire large before, but that had been with magic. She'd built smaller ones without magic, but that had been for destruction more than anything. Still, Willa had a gift for fire, and age and cold hadn't stolen that too much. She cast a doubtful eye at the guests. They had ways to get back, hadn't they? Or had Cass and Winnie said they could sleep at Domum? She knew they knew they had empty beds. But they were a place for children and people in need, not a resting house for soon-to-be-drunk--
Patience, Willa. Maria's voice rang in her head, and Willa let her fingers unclench. They were far enough away that if Willa allowed them to make their own way back, she'd earn another Lecture. She glanced at the table set with food and alcohol she and Winnie had brought earlier, set out nicely on the table. The night wasn't too bad for the lowlands, a bit of chill in the air and a nip in the wind. They were far enough away from Domum itself that sounds should be muffled. She had to see that Ca-- that they all got themselves there without injuries for those with work tomorrow. Thursday night parties. It was ridiculous. She was sure Cora would agree, really.
But they were adults, all of them. Somehow. She had her suspicions about a few, but she'd have to rely on her gut for this evening. Willa drank a swing of something she was pretty sure Winnie ended up mixing, trying to figure out to. . speak. She barely knew the people invited. They were mostly the friends of others, after all. Still, she was. . .something, wasn't she?
"Enjoy Gretna Green and Domum grounds," she tried, taking another drink. "Do yourself, and just remember there's kids sleeping a few hundred meters away, and Winnie and Cass--" her tongue slipped, she knew it did, it was softer, fuck it-- "will see you're good." she raised her cup, resisting the pointless urge to drink it whole. That would completely defeat the purpose. "I'll keep a sober head. You know how to do snacks, and. . drink. Knock yourself out." That had a bite she didn't fully intend, but with enough drinks they wouldn't remember that.
The bonfire roared bright and large, thanks to efforts Willa had put in in coaxing it to rise. She'd built a fire large before, but that had been with magic. She'd built smaller ones without magic, but that had been for destruction more than anything. Still, Willa had a gift for fire, and age and cold hadn't stolen that too much. She cast a doubtful eye at the guests. They had ways to get back, hadn't they? Or had Cass and Winnie said they could sleep at Domum? She knew they knew they had empty beds. But they were a place for children and people in need, not a resting house for soon-to-be-drunk--
Patience, Willa. Maria's voice rang in her head, and Willa let her fingers unclench. They were far enough away that if Willa allowed them to make their own way back, she'd earn another Lecture. She glanced at the table set with food and alcohol she and Winnie had brought earlier, set out nicely on the table. The night wasn't too bad for the lowlands, a bit of chill in the air and a nip in the wind. They were far enough away from Domum itself that sounds should be muffled. She had to see that Ca-- that they all got themselves there without injuries for those with work tomorrow. Thursday night parties. It was ridiculous. She was sure Cora would agree, really.
But they were adults, all of them. Somehow. She had her suspicions about a few, but she'd have to rely on her gut for this evening. Willa drank a swing of something she was pretty sure Winnie ended up mixing, trying to figure out to. . speak. She barely knew the people invited. They were mostly the friends of others, after all. Still, she was. . .something, wasn't she?
"Enjoy Gretna Green and Domum grounds," she tried, taking another drink. "Do yourself, and just remember there's kids sleeping a few hundred meters away, and Winnie and Cass--" her tongue slipped, she knew it did, it was softer, fuck it-- "will see you're good." she raised her cup, resisting the pointless urge to drink it whole. That would completely defeat the purpose. "I'll keep a sober head. You know how to do snacks, and. . drink. Knock yourself out." That had a bite she didn't fully intend, but with enough drinks they wouldn't remember that.
[attr="class","tags1"]☆ Cassandra Leah Stone , @marlena , @spiderman , @winona , whatever friends they might have/anyone who could logically drop in, 396 WORDS , flannel,hair ☆
[attr="class","credz1"]❤fai
[newclass=".tits"]background-color:#000;width:420px;border:1px #323232;border-style:solid;padding:10px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".imagez"]max-width:120px;max-height:120px;margin-right:240px;margin-top:25px;outline:2px grey double;padding:5px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".title1"]width:215px;font-family:Charmonman;border-bottom:5px double #323232;font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:#125d7a;line-height:90%;padding-bottom:5px;margin-top:-110px;margin-left:150px;text-transform:none;[/newclass]
[newclass=".subtitle1"]width:175px;height:70px;overflow:auto;margin-top:8px;line-height:100%;padding:5px;text-align:center;font-size:12px;font-family:Open Sans;color:#125d7a;margin-left:150px;padding-bottom:2px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass]
[newclass=".wordz"]text-align:justify;font-family:Georgia;font-size:11px;color:#dbdbdb;padding:10px;padding-top:15px;width:400px;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".wordz b"]color:#125d7a;font-size:12px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".tags1"]width:400px;font-size:11px;font-family:Georgia;color:white;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".credz1"]font-family:Oswald;text-align:right;width:420px;font-size:10px;[/newclass]