Open RP post for Maggie Garcia

[talesuntold]

Because we chose to tell the truth
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.

—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.

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[talesuntold]

Maggie laughed warmly, setting aside her tablet and turning to stretch her legs across Dorena's lap. She hesitated a second, then went ahead and admitted, "You know, love might be a more accurate term."

For her own feelings, at least. She didn't need or expect Dorena to reciprocate right now, so she added lightly, "And I intend to make this house as comfortable as possible just in case you want any extra incentive to stay. Let me know if you'd like anything. Breakfast requests, for instance."

[notawaterfall]

Dorena paused, stiffening at the L word but relaxing when Maggie continued onward. "I'm invited to stay? That certainly makes me more comfortable."

She dropped her hands to Maggie's waist, squeezing her waist lightly. "For breakfast? Tea, toast, turkey bacon. Those are always accepted."

[talesuntold]

Maggie notes the discomfort but doesn't react to it. She won't push, she just wanted to say how she felt at least the once.

"I happen to have all of those in stock. What about non-breakfast requests?"