MisaLaVan
Make me your queen, fuck me like your whore.
- Joined
- Nov 12, 2013
- Location
- NeverEverLand
RE: Wanted dead or alive: The tragic downfall and rebound of a Wild West Outlaw
Isabella cuddled close t Joren as he spoke to her. She found comfort in his words, in knowing he was there with her and always would be. She trusted him with her life, and knew he would do anything for her. She smiled at him gentle. "Okay, thank you." She watched him leave with Ivan. Running her hands over her face she moved to get cleaned you. Using a rag to wash her face and arms. Her blue orbs looked at the mirror, taking in her form for a moment. She ran a brush through her hair making one long braid that hung to just above her bottom. She moved to the closet and pulled out a simple brown dress. She wiggled free of the white under-dress and into the brown one. It was much simpler then what she would normally wear, what her father had her wearing. She liked it though and it made her pale skin look even softer.
She moved slowly down the hall and stairs. She came to a stop in the door to the kitchen. Her blue eyes moved over the men who sat at the table eating. Her eyes moved over Ivan and his son, Vladimir. She hadn't gotten to meet anyone but Ivan, but she could easily see what boys belonged to him. She couldn't help but wonder what his wife had looked like. Her eyes finally fall on Joren and she moved toward him. She offered a soft smile to the group and slipped her hand over Joren's arm.
Isabella cuddled close t Joren as he spoke to her. She found comfort in his words, in knowing he was there with her and always would be. She trusted him with her life, and knew he would do anything for her. She smiled at him gentle. "Okay, thank you." She watched him leave with Ivan. Running her hands over her face she moved to get cleaned you. Using a rag to wash her face and arms. Her blue orbs looked at the mirror, taking in her form for a moment. She ran a brush through her hair making one long braid that hung to just above her bottom. She moved to the closet and pulled out a simple brown dress. She wiggled free of the white under-dress and into the brown one. It was much simpler then what she would normally wear, what her father had her wearing. She liked it though and it made her pale skin look even softer.
She moved slowly down the hall and stairs. She came to a stop in the door to the kitchen. Her blue eyes moved over the men who sat at the table eating. Her eyes moved over Ivan and his son, Vladimir. She hadn't gotten to meet anyone but Ivan, but she could easily see what boys belonged to him. She couldn't help but wonder what his wife had looked like. Her eyes finally fall on Joren and she moved toward him. She offered a soft smile to the group and slipped her hand over Joren's arm.