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So very Larg pt.2ResponsibilitySo very Larg pt.2 by blacksole13
Prince Gumball fixed himself, as he waited with Peppermint maid and Lord Monochromicorn outside the meeting room for the ambassador. He knew why they kept him waiting, they want to show him dominance, and would meet him on their own time; a bold thing to do in a castle that was not theirs. It was obvious that they wanted something of him, but they wanted it to appear to be for his is why he hated royals, they were always so devious.
One of the ambassador's two companions opened the door. "Please, come in, Prince Gumball." He said, bowing shallowly to Gumball and his company.
The elves were tall, their fingers long and thin, with large almond shaped eyes filled like oil spills. Their faces hallow with ears that of deer. They all wore the same tunics, with the shoulders ripped reveling sharp bones that cut through their flesh.
The elf led the three to the large oval table and pulled out a chair for the prince. Across the table stood two other elves, one wh
Mental Block - Marshall LeeXPrince Gumball part.6Mental Block - Marshall LeeXPrince Gumball part.6 by blacksole13
Red Leaks from Corners of Smiles
Marshall inhaled deeply, taking in as much of the early morning as he could, before having to hid away in his lair. His ax guitar was heavy on his shoulder, he longed for his bed.
He drifted in through his bedroom window, the owl he had sang to long gone. He leaned his ax against his desk then hovered above his bed, slowly falling to soft comfort. The jug of juice sat waiting for him on the table next to his bed. He unscrewed the cap and drank from it, paying no mind to juice that spilled from the corners of his mouth. P.G's blood had been, almost, as sweet.
A smile formed on Marshall's lips thinking back at how easy it was to play Gumball. His smile grew knowing that P.G would over think things and worry himself in circles; he was so young. Reasons like this was why Marshall liked sex with men best. It could be meaningless, it could be physical rather than all emotional.
Marshall threw the empty bottle across the room. He never underst