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Rogue looks around with wide eyes, face bright pink and sweating nervously. “U-Uh, you d-don’t have to announce it t-to the entire world, i-isn’t that embarrassing...?”

Rogue frowns as he looks around the store. “I don’t see anyone…weird.” He shyly clings to Sting’s arm. “Um…do you think you could call for someone…I don’t really…want to draw attention…to myself…”

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Rogue smiled back, a new light in his eyes. “Yes...as long as we’re together, we could do anything.” He leans forward and places a gentle kiss against Sting’s lips, cupping his face in his hands.

Rogue leans his forehead against Sting’s, a warm smile on his lips. “I believe you…thank you so much…for all that you do for me…”

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Rogue sighs, snuggling against Sting. “Alright, you dork, I’ll admit I thought the same, just with Frosch...”

Rogue blushes a darker shade of red, giggling slightly. “St-Stop, you’re embarrassing me…”

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Rogue sees Sting starting to calm down and lets out a deep sigh. “Look...I will try my best to not let that happen anymore...but can we...start over, maybe? I feel bad for constantly scolding you...maybe...we could...?” Rogue wanted to ask for Sting’s friendship back, but he lost courage. It was a foolish thought, and honestly Rogue didn’t even know where the hell it came from. Seeing softness cover Sting’s features for just that one single moment had reminded Rogue far too much of the past. Sting most likely would never say yes to him...but it wouldn’t hurt to try...if he had the courage.

Secret Relationship || Slippingintoshadow

Sympathy washes over Rogue’s features, although he quickly hides it. Sting doesn’t want sympathy, Rogue knows that. “If I ever see that happen I’ll step in. And which Prefect was this? They obviously didn’t remember the rules we’re supposed to follow…” Rogue frowns, this thought making him more than a little bit irritated.

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Rogue sighs, puffing out his cheeks ever-so-slightly in a pout. “Yeah, yeah, whatever...” he mumbles, trying not to make it obvious that this really was he;ping him calm down.

The room is drafty, and Rogue can’t help but to shiver slightly, tugging his cape tighter around himself.

Rogue knew he was going to regret this, but he knew that Sting wasn’t going to shut up he didn’t do something. After all, two could play this game.

He smirks, hiding his smug eyes behind his bangs, which also hid his furious blush. He folds his arms and sits on Sting’s lap, refusing to look him in the eyes.

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::out of darkness::

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Created a new verse if anyone is interested.

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Rogue looks towards Rufus from the corner of his eye. “Oh, well...I’m always here to talk if you’d like...just know that in this subject matter especially I’m definitely not the most positive person. You want rainbows in sunshine, you’ve come to the wrong person...”

His hair shifts in front of his eyes as he looks out to the wall. “Life is really unfair...but it can be beautiful, even in it’s painful moments...it’s something I’ve had to slowly learn time and time again.”

❝You’re not the only one who knows what it feels like to hold desires that come true only in dreams. But every morning we have a choice – forget our dreams or live them.❞

Rogue looks at Rufus with interest, pondering the phrase. “That’s beautiful,” he says softly to his friend, sitting down beside him. “But I suppose it’s harder than it sounds…isn’t it?”

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Rogue pays zero attention to most of the statement, simply choosing to latch onto part of it. “Someone was mean to you? How dare they...who was it Wendy, I’ll make them pay!”

"One time we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don't even think their families cared, kinda sad, really." (wendy-the-sky-maiden)

Rogue looked at Wendy with stern eyes. “I have no idea what or who you’re talking about, but this sounds like a very bad idea. Have Sting and Natsu been a bad influence on you again?”

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Rogue sighs softly, looking down gloomily. “All the time. My dreams are silly anyways...it’s all about a future that will never come to pass, since it’s my fate to fall to my own darkness... Why do you ask?”

❝You’re not the only one who knows what it feels like to hold desires that come true only in dreams. But every morning we have a choice – forget our dreams or live them.❞

Rogue looks at Rufus with interest, pondering the phrase. “That’s beautiful,” he says softly to his friend, sitting down beside him. “But I suppose it’s harder than it sounds…isn’t it?”

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Rogue laughs and kisses him back cheerfully, then snuggles up against his chest. “Hello, good to see you too!” he grins. “Sorry I was gone for so long, the lady said the job should only take a few hours but neglected to tell me that the trains getting back were broken, so I had to walk.”

*throws Rogue into your inbox*

“Rogue~!” Sting tackled his bff and smothered him with kisses.

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Sting: Rogue, can I give you some advice?

Rogue: Absolutely not.

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Rogue: Sting, we're not married.

Sting: Dude, we're a little married.

Rogue: I know. I love it.

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Sting: I'm always straight.

Rogue: Oh, man, that's the biggest lie you've ever told.

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Look what they’ve done, Minerva! Look what the homosexuals have done to me!

Jiemma (about Sting and Rogue)

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Dear People I have Threads with;

Just because I start another thread with someone playing the same character as you, doesn’t mean that I hate you, I’m getting annoyed by you, or I’m bored with you; I’m most likely in a different scene, and nothing I send you both will be the same.

Just because I take a while to reply to you, but not others, doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you; My muse is picky, and I can only write what I’m drawn to. I want my replies to be well written and fun, not forced and horrible

Just because I shorten a reply doesn’t mean I’m bored with the thread; I’m probably tired, thinking of something else to continue with, or giving you the chance to set up our next situation.

Just because I drop a thread doesn’t mean I will never come back to start another; When I drop threads, I’m usually overwhelmed, without a muse for that particular piece, or bored with it, and I’ll ask to start another.

Don’t assume because I’m picky/tired/museless, I’m not happy with you.