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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>[Independent OC RP Blog]Welcome to the studio. My name is Elise Voet and I am the resident artist here. Originally born in Brussels, Belgium, I moved to Munich to study at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts. I also pay my way as an illustrator. I am an avid fan of Mucha, Monet, Buster Keaton and much else besides - so please feel free to stop by for some tea, a chat and maybe a sketch or two :)[All sketchwork and rp companion art posted here is mine unless otherwise stated]</description><title>In the artist's attic...</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @chocolateboxgirl)</generator><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>alfonsheiderich:
Despite equations, calculations, recalculations, conversations, calculations again,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/41405826576/chocolateboxgirl-ill-do-that-she-promised"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Despite equations, calculations, recalculations, conversations, calculations again, a report, another fiddle with the engine, and one more calculation, Alfons’ day seemed boring. Even with everything in place to keep him busy, he couldn’t get things done fast enough, and the hands on the clock creeped  at a pace he was sure was slower than they’d ever moved— even on days before tests runs.
&lt;p&gt;Nothing made the day go faster, not the blueprints he sketched out or the friendly chats with co-workers; everyone could tell there was something not quite normal with Alfons today anyways— noted the smile plastered on his face all day and the faint blush on his cheeks. They rolled their eyes and pushed his head back into the books and formulas. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A day of waiting and the clock rounded to that number he’d been staring at for hours. Hurried, Alfons scooped up his papers and blueprints, scrambling now to race the clock that was moving too quickly; time was ticking by and he wasn’t home yet. God, couldn’t he move faster? Finally, he had a book under his arm and the rest shoved in the back around his shoulder, he waved goodbye and pushed out of the factory, starting the walk home. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cold air nipped at his nose and stung his cheeks, but the promise of hot chocolate and a warm body close to his made him smile through it anyways. When the door of his apartment came into view, he shoved the key into the lock and nearly tumbled in, putting his bag on the hook near the door, book on the table near it, and then moved into the kitchen. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I-I’m home! Finally…!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/72a6124c5f622104a300c5a3439804b0/tumblr_inline_mh5s16p87I1r6jf72.png"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Alfons, in his enthusiasm, made something of a ruckus upon his return; and no matter how deep a doze Elle might have slipped into in the meantime, the anticipation of seeing him again was too great a thing to be smothered by sleep.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Even as the rocketeer turned the corner, there were arms waiting to meet him: finding his waist and encircling it tightly as something warm pressed itself into his shirt. &amp;#8220;Well, it&amp;#8217;s about &lt;em&gt;time!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8221; came the teasing (and slightly desperate) response - fingers curling in the backs of his suspenders. &amp;#8220;You have no idea how many times I&amp;#8217;ve boiled that kettle; I don&amp;#8217;t think it&amp;#8217;s on good terms with me anymore&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/48233202238</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/48233202238</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Apr 2013 19:17:39 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category><category>*FINALLY SHE REPLIES*</category></item><item><title>alfonsheiderich:

chocolateboxgirl:

She held onto him tightly as he drew her closer, fingers...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/40495169921/chocolateboxgirl-alfonsheiderich-im"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/40010602061/alfonsheiderich-im-doing-all-right-he"&gt;chocolateboxgirl&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;She held onto him tightly as he drew her closer, fingers balling in the back of his shirt as she pressed her nose to his shoulder and inhaled deeply.
&lt;p&gt;Linen. Soap. The sharp pang of fuel.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Perfection.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’ve missed you too,” she murmured in a small voice, one hand finding the back of his neck and curling the short hair there. “Every day, I thought about you. I’m &lt;em&gt;so glad&lt;/em&gt; you’re alright…”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She trailed off into silence, closing her eyes for a few moments before reluctantly forcing herself back to reality. “Now. Don’t let me keep you if you have to go.” She pressed a quick, firm kiss to his neck before pulling away again with a smile (she’d have stayed there all day if she’d let herself). “Go to work, and have a wonderful day. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get back. With plenty of hot chocolate,” she added half-jokingly, indicating towards the suitcases by her feet.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There were a lot of things to miss about Elle— her face and her smile, her laugh, and her playful banter. Her artwork as well, and perhaps even Leo and her apartment. But the thing he missed the most were the hugs, and the way she wrapped her arms around him, tangling delicate, artistic fingers in his hair. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She pulled back and a small, muffled noise of protest escaped his lips. “A-Ah—”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Blushing he stopped himself and pulled back a little bit as well, looking down as he mumbled. “W-Well, I don’t exactly &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to go to work now,” he chuckled, and looked back up at her. “But I’ll go if I have something like that to look forward to.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gently, he pulled her back briefly, just long enough to kiss her forehead, and then stepped back. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’ll see you when I get back later this afternoon, all right? You settle down and unpack, okay…?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/461824910380fcf0e20c28a480743589/tumblr_inline_mgllhx9ZJv1r6jf72.png"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;ll do that,&amp;#8221; she promised, instinctively touching her forehead where he&amp;#8217;d kissed it. &amp;#8220;Have a good day, Alfons&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And from that point on, it was the slowest day Elle could ever remember enduring. Her suitcases unpacked in relatively little time, she was left with nothing much to do but sketch or twiddle her thumbs to pass the hours until the rocketeer came home again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a long journey back to Munich - the train overpacked, as usual - and so between that and the excruciatingly slow tick of the clock, it wasn&amp;#8217;t much of a surprise when Elle found herself drifting off at the table: her chin sunk onto folded forearms and her eyelids drooping persistently.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pushing herself upright again, she patted her cheeks a few times to wake herself up and went to retrieve the tin of Finest Drinking Chocolate from where it sat on the sideboard: setting it next to the kettle, which she filled and put to boil on the stove. As the steam whistled up in thin bursts, Elle leant back against the counter, and took in the sight of the apartment. The wintery light filtered in through the windows and gave the place a cold sort of brilliance, everything clear in every detail as it re-imprinted itself in her mind; and even before she&amp;#8217;d realised it, she was smiling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8230; She was back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With a few minutes to go until the water was boiled, she moved back towards the table and settled herself again, returning to her previous position with the same little smile of contentment on her face. Glancing at the clock, she nestled her chin deeper into her arms and crossed her ankles neatly beneath her chair.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not long now&lt;/em&gt;, she thought, listening to the kettle burble quietly in the background. Just a little bit longer, and he&amp;#8217;d be walking in through that door&amp;#8230; and then this agonising, maddening wait would finally, &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; be over.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/40597202803</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/40597202803</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2013 07:45:51 -0500</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category></item><item><title>alfonsheiderich:


“I’m doing all right,” he answered with a light chuckle, reaching a hand out to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m doing all right,” he answered with a light chuckle, reaching a hand out to take hold of hers and pull her into a tight hug. “I mean… I have to go to work in a few moments— but I’ll see you as soon as I get back! …But my cough has been decent. It’s a little bit bothersome in the cold whether, but not as bad as it was…”&lt;br/&gt; He smiled softly and tugged her closer. “I missed you so much.”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She held onto him tightly as he drew her closer, fingers balling in the back of his shirt as she pressed her nose to his shoulder and inhaled deeply.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Linen. Soap. The sharp pang of fuel.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Perfection.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;ve missed you too,&amp;#8221; she murmured in a small voice, one hand finding the back of his neck and curling the short hair there. &amp;#8220;Every day, I thought about you. I&amp;#8217;m &lt;em&gt;so glad&lt;/em&gt; you&amp;#8217;re alright&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She trailed off into silence, closing her eyes for a few moments before reluctantly forcing herself back to reality. &amp;#8220;Now. Don&amp;#8217;t let me keep you if you have to go.&amp;#8221; She pressed a quick, firm kiss to his neck before pulling away again with a smile (she&amp;#8217;d have stayed there all day if she&amp;#8217;d let herself). &amp;#8220;Go to work, and have a wonderful day. I&amp;#8217;ll be right here waiting for you when you get back. With plenty of hot chocolate,&amp;#8221; she added half-jokingly, indicating towards the suitcases by her feet.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/40010602061</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/40010602061</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2013 08:35:00 -0500</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category></item><item><title>[welcome back!]</title><description>&lt;p&gt;[Thank you so much, hon! &lt;3 Good to be back :D]&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/40010011503</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/40010011503</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2013 08:18:37 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>[ What happened to you? o.O you're hardly ever on my dash, actually i've just seen you today after a really long time. ]</title><description>&lt;p&gt;[I’m so sorry, hon! Basically, long story short, I’ve been working 9-5 six-day weeks for a while now, in a job that’s becoming increasingly not-so-great (which has been causing a few stress-related health snaffus). I’ve also been suuuper busy trying to step up my freelancing work, AND trying to get myself out of the house occasionally so I’m not permanently sat at a desk. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All of this adds up to a very tired and rubbish Elle-mun who hasn’t got the energy to do anything but nap in her spare time! Hence the hiatus. But I’m currently in the process of job hunting, so hopefully before too long something will turn up, and then I won’t be quite so puffed out~&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thank you so much for being patient and not giving me up for dead XD; &lt;3]&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/40009997111</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/40009997111</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2013 08:18:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>OOC~</title><description>&lt;p&gt;[*whispering* So guys.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Um.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m BACK!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Vast, unending and sincere apologies for the hiatus - between work and a couple of recent health things I&amp;#8217;ve been pretty much flat-out or exhausted for the past couple of months, so I&amp;#8217;m now slowly attempting to get things back in order!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Activity may still be a bit sporadic for a while, but I&amp;#8217;ll do my very best (bear with me in the meantime) and hopefully soon, with a bit of luck, I&amp;#8217;ll be a much freer lady~ :D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thanks so much for your patience! Looking forward to being around again &amp;lt;3]&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/40006798798</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/40006798798</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2013 06:33:14 -0500</pubDate><category>ooc</category></item><item><title>Rainy Day</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/28540914414/rainy-day"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;A type of rolling, joking laugh came from his mouth, light and happy, though not entirely serious. His blue eyes looked down at her carefully and he smiled, eyes shining. “Oh, we haven’t hmm? If I recall properly, it’s generally &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; taking my clothes off. Not you.”
&lt;p&gt;Only joking, he pulled her closer and pushed gentle lips to her forehead again, moving a hand to stroke lazily at her hair, fingers sliding through the locks softly. They’d both fallen silent and Alfons could just hear the patter of rain outside, a soft drone of nature beating on around them. His eyes dropped and he pushed nearer, nosing against her neck and breathing in a soft, clean scent. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Thank you so much for the bath, and letting me stay here… It’s very enjoyable… Will you have to go into the studio tomorrow?”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hmm&amp;#8230; well, now that you mention it&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; she teased, chuckling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The soft drum of the rain on the roof was soothing, and she settled closer in his arms, half-burying her face in his chest. &amp;#8220;Mm. You smell nice,&amp;#8221; she murmured, letting her eyes slip shut. &amp;#8220;Like-&amp;#8230; linen, and soap&amp;#8230; You have no idea how close I was to getting into that bath with you. Maybe next time, when you&amp;#8217;re not so tender&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; She slipped her hand under his shirt and stroked it along his side again. &amp;#8220;And yet, forever, still that lingering hint of rocket fuel,&amp;#8221; she added jokingly as she inhaled another lungful of his scent, opening her eyes again to glance up at him. &amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re welcome to stay here anytime, Alfons. You know that, don&amp;#8217;t you&amp;#8230;? I know it&amp;#8217;s not as close to the factory as your apartment, but if you ever wanted to drop by for the night&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She shifted a little as she trailed off, pillowing her head on his bicep and contemplating his bare chest, tracing shapes on it with a fingertip as she continued slowly. &amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t have to go into the studio &lt;em&gt;early&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8230;? Besides - I haven&amp;#8217;t seen you in an age. I stand by that notion of breakfast&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/29071858289</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/29071858289</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 16:24:00 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category></item><item><title>Rainy Day</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/28248244619/rainy-day"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;This was impossible. So, &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; impossible. For a moment, Alfons was actually sure that getting a rocket into space was easier than pulling away from her lips. But he managed, and reached with his free hand to re-wrap the towel around his waist before rolling onto the bed more securely. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, laying beside her rather than hovering over her, he was able to focus on putting his thoughts back together and making the puzzle of fragmented words line up. Right, that’s what she’d been saying.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Draw me again…? Of course you can…. I’d say tonight, but we need sleep, and even cleaned up I’m not in the best shape, so… Mnn…” He leaned over to place a kiss on her forehead, eyes fluttering shut at the warmth. “I’ll try to get off of work again soon, okay?”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She made a noise of protest as he drew away, though it was really only instinctual, and the moment he returned to her side she was placated. Shifting closer to him, she settled her head against his shoulder and made a soft noise of contentment, one hand coming up to stroke through his hair. &amp;#8220;Take time where you can,&amp;#8221; she murmured. &amp;#8220;I may not care for the Lieutenant, but I don&amp;#8217;t want to get you into trouble, either. Besides, I can draw you any time,&amp;#8221; she added, twitching him a smile that was more than it let on. &amp;#8220;You and I never seem to have any problems taking our clothes off in each others&amp;#8217; presence, do we?&amp;#8221; Her smile widened to something of a joking grin.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/28301310586</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/28301310586</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2012 21:05:28 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category></item><item><title>Rainy Day</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/27655223806/rainy-day"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Alfons inhaled a shaky breath as she brushed his hip, eyes fluttering and rolling a bit. God this was a mistake. Staying here was nice, but the bath and the towel and now the bed— he fought to keep his thoughts from jumbling and  falling to useless nonsense in his mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I know,” he panted, nosing softly at the soft curve of her neck and shoulder. “But you’re… not exactly helping… And… Mmm, okay… So how was the studio today…?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was so hard, but he couldn’t afford to keep going, not in the shape he was in, and the German somehow managed to pull his head back, blue eyes searching, trying not to be pulled in to the sight of her flushed cheeks, or the halo of hair falling loose around her face. “H-Hmm…?”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She let out a shaky breath in return for his, brushing nose tips with him as he drew back. He&amp;#8217;d asked her something&amp;#8230; oh god, he made it so hard to think&amp;#8230; what was he saying&amp;#8230;?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;The studio,&amp;#8221; she murmured, trying to focus. &amp;#8220;Ah&amp;#8230; it&amp;#8217;s-&amp;#8230; it&amp;#8217;s good. Lots of work with that-&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; Mm, his chest felt so smooth. &amp;#8220;That company. The new one. I&amp;#8217;ve done six illustrations this week for chocolate-&amp;#8230; chocolate boxes&amp;#8230; Nn, Alfons.&amp;#8221; She stroked the side of his neck, grazing her lips languidly against his. &amp;#8220;I want to draw you again,&amp;#8221; she confided. &amp;#8220;Like last time. Doesn&amp;#8217;t have to be at the studio; I could draw you here&amp;#8230; We could do it whenever you like - whenever you don&amp;#8217;t have to work&amp;#8230; Would you let me do that&amp;#8230;?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/28224121077</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/28224121077</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2012 18:53:03 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category></item><item><title>alfonsheiderich:

chocolateboxgirl:

She sank down onto the bed, shifted up against his side and...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/28018008381/chocolateboxgirl-alfonsheiderich-of"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;She sank down onto the bed, shifted up against his side and settling her head on his chest. “Perfectly,” she agreed in a murmured, fingers curling in his shirt. “I’ve just missed you, that’s all. Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder - it just hurts.”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The German nodded in agreement, bending to place a kiss on her forehead as he melted more comfortably against the headboard. “It does hurt… We should try to change that, you know… It’s been lonely without you. Edward keeps leaving and I’ve had no company…” He frowned, but quickly replaced it with another kiss to the top of her head.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Edward? Where does he go?&amp;#8221; she asked, shifting her head to look up at him. She sought out his hand with hers, enfolding it in slim fingers and drawing it up to her mouth, kissing the backs of his knuckles softly.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/28084025861</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/28084025861</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2012 18:49:18 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category></item><item><title>tostoptheworld:

yawn by simple tess on Flickr.

Oh, sleepy Leo...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyh5zxsRbn1qzmnb8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://tostoptheworld.tumblr.com/post/16694672996/yawn-by-simple-tess-on-flickr"&gt;tostoptheworld&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/simplemoth/3174916686/" title="yawn"&gt;yawn&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/simplemoth/"&gt;simple tess&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Oh, sleepy Leo ♥&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/28013086233</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/28013086233</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2012 19:24:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>alfonsheiderich:

“Of course,” Alfons purred, smiling, and moving over to make room for her, an arm...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“Of course,” Alfons purred, smiling, and moving over to make room for her, an arm open to cold her. His smile fell to a frown suddenly, worried. “Are you feeling alright…?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She sank down onto the bed, shifted up against his side and settling her head on his chest. &amp;#8220;Perfectly,&amp;#8221; she agreed in a murmured, fingers curling in his shirt. &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;ve just missed you, that&amp;#8217;s all. Absence doesn&amp;#8217;t make the heart grow fonder - it just hurts.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/28011641514</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/28011641514</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2012 19:02:38 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category></item><item><title>Rainy Day</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/27157916606/rainy-day"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;A purr escaped his mouth, and he smiled into another kiss, letting his nose nudge up along side hers.
&lt;p&gt;“You’re being too generous… Again,” he mumbled, a hand finding her cheek and stroking it softly with a thumb. “And it is a good strange… I enjoy it— being here with you. It’s… relaxing.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was true. He found it to be so has he lowered himself closer, breathing in the smell of her and of her sheets, her shampoo and perfume… So clean and neat, gentle and inviting. Sighing happily, he nuzzled her neck, her skin cool again his cheeks that had heated quickly as the towel around his waist fell loose. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“E-Erm… I…” Another kiss, hoping to relieve what words couldn’t. His eyes fluttered shut. “I love you…”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was impossible to resist him, especially lying this close to him, and she closed her eyes with a purr as she kissed him back. Her hand found his side as she shifted closer, and it stroked across smooth, warm skin, wandering idly down to sneak under the towel draped over his hip to tease her fingertips over the jut of bone there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re making it &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; hard not to take this further, you know,&amp;#8221; she murmured against his lips, a deeply rueful note in her voice. She trailed her kisses away from his mouth, finding his neck and teasing it with soft, lingering attentions. &amp;#8220;Perhaps that bath wasn&amp;#8217;t such a good idea&amp;#8230; We should-&amp;#8230; try and think of something to talk about&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27641635387</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27641635387</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2012 15:01:05 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category></item><item><title>alfonsheiderich:

chocolateboxgirl:

alfonsheiderich:

chocolateboxgirl:

alfonsheiderich:
I am a...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/27264703131/chocolateboxgirl-alfonsheiderich"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27264513141/alfonsheiderich-chocolateboxgirl"&gt;chocolateboxgirl&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/27264118796/chocolateboxgirl-alfonsheiderich"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27263937276/alfonsheiderich-chocolateboxgirl"&gt;chocolateboxgirl&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/27263761224/chocolateboxgirl-alfonsheiderich-lies-that"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77m52Pm5E1r6jf72.gif"/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a ghost, I am so far dead. Not even Elle cares that I am dead, now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh, I see. Well. I suppose I’d better go and rescue that canister of hot chocolate from your apartment, then. I don’t suppose you’d have much use for it, now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh wait, now hold on a second! Ghosts can still have hot chocolate. There’s no need for that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How strange… I was sure I heard a noise. It must have just been the wind. There’s no way that could have been Alfons talking - he’s dead, after all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m speaking to you from beyond the grave, Elle! Don’t take my hot chocolate. This is my spirit you’re hearing, yes! ;-;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8216;My hot chocolate&amp;#8217;s the thing you have to save&amp;#8217;&amp;#8230;? Is that what you said? I can&amp;#8217;t hear you very well - all that other-worldly fog&amp;#8217;s making it difficult&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27266794879</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27266794879</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2012 13:09:00 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category></item><item><title>alfonsheiderich:

chocolateboxgirl:

alfonsheiderich:
I am a ghost, I am so far dead. Not even Elle...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/27264118796/chocolateboxgirl-alfonsheiderich"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27263937276/alfonsheiderich-chocolateboxgirl"&gt;chocolateboxgirl&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/27263761224/chocolateboxgirl-alfonsheiderich-lies-that"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77m52Pm5E1r6jf72.gif"/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a ghost, I am so far dead. Not even Elle cares that I am dead, now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh, I see. Well. I suppose I’d better go and rescue that canister of hot chocolate from your apartment, then. I don’t suppose you’d have much use for it, now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh wait, now hold on a second! Ghosts can still have hot chocolate. There’s no need for that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How strange&amp;#8230; I was sure I heard a noise. It must have just been the wind. There&amp;#8217;s no way that could have been Alfons talking - he&amp;#8217;s dead, after all.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27264513141</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27264513141</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2012 12:24:33 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category><category>fmaobsessed</category></item><item><title>alfonsheiderich:

chocolateboxgirl:

alfonsheiderich:

Lies. That is a lie.
Look, now I don’t even...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/27263761224/chocolateboxgirl-alfonsheiderich-lies-that"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27263635998/alfonsheiderich-lies-that-is-a-lie-look-now"&gt;chocolateboxgirl&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lies. That is a lie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Look, now I don’t even have a picture of me dead, I am that far dead.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You are so over-dramatic, sometimes…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77m52Pm5E1r6jf72.gif"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am a ghost, I am so far dead. Not even Elle cares that I am dead, now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh, I see. Well. I suppose I&amp;#8217;d better go and rescue that canister of hot chocolate from your apartment, then. I don&amp;#8217;t suppose you&amp;#8217;d have much use for it, now.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27263937276</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27263937276</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2012 12:12:25 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category><category>fmaobsessed</category></item><item><title>alfonsheiderich:

Lies. That is a lie.
Look, now I don’t even have a picture of me dead, I am that...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lies. That is a lie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Look, now I don’t even have a picture of me dead, I am that far dead.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You are so over-dramatic, sometimes&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27263635998</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27263635998</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2012 12:05:53 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category><category>;)</category></item><item><title>Rainy Day</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/27143317745/rainy-day"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;“Torture chamber, hm…?”
&lt;p&gt;Small, but comfortable, and Alfons couldn’t help but give a smile and turn to Elle to place light kisses on her forehead. Her skin was warm, and in only a towel and with wet hair, he was beginning to feel a chill nipping at his spine. The quilted bed with her lying beside him sounded more than inviting. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, casually, he took her hand and sauntered over (best as his leg would let him) before pushing her down to sit on the bed. Urges to follow right on top, lips pressed hotly against her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, were almost incredibly overwhelming, but he bit them back with a deep breath and instead leaned gently to place a softer kiss on her lips, eyes fluttering shut.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Feeling like torture yet…?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She sank down onto the bed with him, hands moving to his smooth chest, sliding up and over his shoulders as she met his kiss - eyes closing in want.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Yes,&amp;#8221; she breathed when it broke again, clearly fighting the same battle he was. &amp;#8220;God, yes. I shan&amp;#8217;t be able to sleep a wink.&amp;#8221; There was a faint whine in her voice as she drew back to admire him, one hand rising to run its fingers through his wet hair. The water had turned it a darker shade of its usual pale blond, its choppy locks curling over into his blue eyes, and she smoothed it back off his forehead - resting their brows together lingeringly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re beautiful&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; she murmured. &amp;#8220;It feels so strange, having you here; a good strange, that is,&amp;#8221; she added in a whisper, her lips curving into a hint of a grin.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27156243416</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/27156243416</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2012 19:45:18 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category></item><item><title>Rainy Day</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/26853147436/rainy-day"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;“Is that so,” Alfons murmured, a hint of skepticism in his voice. He frowned heavily, exaggerated, and let out a groan. “Well if that involves me lying without clothes in your bed, I suppose I can tough my way through it. Though it will be absolutely torturous.”
&lt;p&gt;Smiling lightly, he peppered her forehead with kisses before pulling away to look at her better. Cheeks flushed, hair a bit tousled, parts of her dress slightly damp from where he’d hugged her or accidentally splashed her… His smile grew wider/&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Come on… You’d better show me the way and be my blanket, then.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She sighed theatrically and drew slowly back, trailing her touch down his bare arm until their fingers met and entwined.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I suppose I&amp;#8217;d better,&amp;#8221; she said long-sufferingly. &amp;#8220;Although I can tell now, this is going to be absolutely &lt;em&gt;unbearable&lt;/em&gt;. I&amp;#8217;m not even sure how we&amp;#8217;re going to put up with it all night&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She led him out of the bathroom and back across the apartment to a door on the opposite side: pushing it open to reveal a modest-looking space dominated by a quilt-covered brass frame bed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Well, here we are in the torture chamber,&amp;#8221; she said drily, casting a glance back at him (letting her eyes wander liberally) before drawing him inside.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/26941852027</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/26941852027</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2012 20:42:20 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category></item><item><title>Rainy Day</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://alfonsheiderich.tumblr.com/post/26702279023/rainy-day"&gt;alfonsheiderich&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;“I’ve missed you, too…” He purred lightly and squeezed her hand. A light kiss brushed the top of her head. “Talking until we fall asleep soundsgreat.”
&lt;p&gt;His chest throbbed for a moment, and he wasn’t sure if it was a longing ache or an injury ache, so he pulled her closer and ignored it. Her hair was soft against his bare chest, breath warm, and had it not been for his leg, he would have been perfectly content to stay there all day. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Thank you, Elle… But… Do you have any spare clothes I could wear…?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He’d already stolen enough of her clothes, between the getting caught in the rain and showers and baths… A light smile touched his lips and he kissed the top of her head again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Spare clothes?&amp;#8221; She considered it, letting her eyes close as she rested her head on his chest - her arms slipping down to encircle his waist warmly. &amp;#8220;Spare&amp;#8230; clothes&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She might do, somewhere. A few of Erik&amp;#8217;s old things lying around, maybe, if she could be bothered to dig them out. But honestly, standing here like this with Alfons&amp;#8217; warm, bare skin next to her cheek, she wasn&amp;#8217;t really all that sure that she &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be bothered.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Not a one, I&amp;#8217;m afraid,&amp;#8221; she sighed ruefully, sounding just a little &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; sorry. &amp;#8220;I think you&amp;#8217;ve stolen them all. Oh well. I could always keep you warm, I suppose&amp;#8230;?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/26790021827</link><guid>http://chocolateboxgirl.tumblr.com/post/26790021827</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2012 18:45:41 -0400</pubDate><category>alfonsheiderich</category></item></channel></rss>
