If we have a thread you really enjoy with me, or have ever wanted to RP with me and have ideas/plot bunnies, I can be reached on my Skype account: lou.cakie, I will be tagging people to whom it might matter. I’m not angry or upset, I just think Ivy is not right for the tumblr RP community. Good luck to you all, I’ll be on my Theon Greyjoy account and my personal blog.
//bah! I’m sorry! I just saw this. I’m ritiring this account. But we can always use my skype. I’ve tagged you in the closing post.
I’m sorry! I jsut saw this! And I’m putting this account into retirement. If you haven’t already go ahead and pick another winner <3 Thank you anyway!
//actually it’ll be good to know who I’m threading with that is NaNo-ingredient aside from you two.
NaNo? /out of the loop.
Ivy shot Peeta a glare but conceded and after he finished mixing placed it in the cold box. ”I can wait.” He crossed his slender arms stubbornly, moving passed Peeta to the living room and plopping on the couch. Curious hands fidgeted and…
"Yes, I do. We have a piano that I play all the time." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the wall. "I live with my uncle but my father owned a piano store when I was growing up. I taught myself to play. I know it’s kind of dumb but it calms me like nothing else in the world."
Ivy peeked over the couch back to look at the unfamiliar instrument and back to Peeta: “Play it.” He stood up and moved over to the large foreign looking object. ”While we wait I mean.” He waved to Peeta to join him.
Ivy shot Peeta a glare but conceded and after he finished mixing placed it in the cold box. ”I can wait.” He crossed his slender arms stubbornly, moving passed Peeta to the living room and plopping on the couch. Curious hands fidgeted and moved over everything on the coffee table examining papers and the TV remote and coasters, all quite foreign to him. He looked back up to Peeta, “Just how long?” He narrowed his eyes at the baker.
Peeta chuckled and took a seat beside the little fairy. “Just fifteen minutes. Do you wanna watch TV?” He picked up the remote. “I can teach you how to use this.”
"No." Ivy replied flatly. "I do not like those moving pictures. I am much more interested in you Pee-ta." He said poking at the boys belly playfully. "You said you liked music?" Ivy lay on his belly knees bent up into the air kicking lightly, head in his hands, staring at Peeta intently.
I used to be known as Theon Greyjoy of the Iron Islands. I was captive to the Starks, treated gently…
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