Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24416658-20140512041954

Tanner held onto Triste, as she rested on his chest. He was enjoying this, being able to be with one you love.

"Indeed. A tale of surprise shall be mine."

Tanner shifted, so that Triste was directly in front of him. He cleared his throat.

"As a lad, myself and the Cowboy were one. As it were, we were fanatics of the tales of the Western Cowboys, as well as the Kings of Olde. It culminated towards a closely religious following. One morrow, past breaking our fast, an even occurred."

Tanner brought Triste closer, putting his forehead to hers.

"We separated. Our beliefs had awoken ourselves. Born with a symptom, released in our childhood. Surprise hath never felt sweeter."