I WANNA MAKE UP MY MIND | open + meg and myrthia needed

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    Macbeth was waiting for Myrthia - after their first meeting, where the silver fox had allowed Macbeth to see the hidden lake, it had become a sort of tradition for the two of them to meet up and go there. They'd simply talk about how they were, but it was never boring. Not for Macbeth, anyway; he loved Myrthia's company.


    So, here he was - waiting for the fox to emerge.


    //please wait for meg and myrthia to post before y'all do


    (c)trexgirl

    Myrthia was excited to meet up with Macbeth. Something felt different about today. Change was in the air and Myrthia's spirits were high. She wore a bright and wide smile as she trotted to her and Macbeth's meeting place, before they walked together into the woods. Finally, as she neared, she saw the wolfhound and her heart skipped a beat. She was ready for the walk through the forest and then the warm sunshine hitting their bodies as they curked up on the rocks or moss next to each other and spoke about how they felt. She nearly stumbled over her feet in an attempt to speed up. She finally reached him and when she did, it took everything in her to not nuzzle up to him, "Hello Macbeth. How has your day been?" She was antsy for a reply, hoping his day was perfect with every fiber of her being. All she wanted was him to be happy. She didn't really know why, but she didn't mind. It was how she felt about everyone but multiplied by a million.



    // @Meg Masters. your turn!! I love them so much.


    Slinking quietly behind the vixen was Meg, an amused smile on her face. She was hilarious. Or at least, that's what she thought. The feline had been on her way over to a tavern when she saw her close friend, and decided there was nothing better to do than follow her. So here she was, watching as Myr greeted Macbeth. How long had this been happening? Why hadn't Myrthia told her? The damn fox. She continued to watch in the shadows, wondering what would be exchanged between them, and careful to stay downwind.


    //mobile


    (c) advo

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    Macbeth looked to his right as Myrthia approached, a smile gracing his face. He was incredibly tempted to nudge her, but... no, he couldn't do it. "It's been alright. Better that I've seen you," he grinned, before signalling that she should also answer.


    Although he couldn't smell anyone, the wolfhound had a feeling in his gut that they were being watched. Hell, they probably were - this was the middle of a bustling city after all.


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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor;borderwidth=0px;bordercolor=;text-align:justify;width:455px;][size=12][font='Times New Roman,Times,serif']He felt as though he would be interrupting something if he were to speak, therefore the Stark lord remained silent, standing close to Meg, who was a good friend to him, though he had no idea how the female viewed him.

    The silver fox blushed under her fur and looked away. Macbeth's response pleased her greatly, but she did everything in her power not to show it. She looked back up at him with that same sparkle in her amber eyes and replied with confidence, "My day was good too! That's probably just because of anticipation- I've been waiting for this all day. I even had flowers but..I forgot them at home, sorry.." She trailed off, her spirits slightly dampened by this fact. She had picked out the most beautiful wild flowers she could find. The blues, yellows, and greens reminded her of Macbeth; she wanted him to have something that she picked out as a symbol of how much she treasured him...or something like that. She wasn't really sure.


    //THEY ARE KILLING ME

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    //screms


    At Myrthia's frown, Macbeth shook his head, finally giving in to his urge and nudging her gently. "It's fine, I should have bought something instead," he said, nervously scanning his surroundings for something to improvise. He quickly saw a bush covered with beautiful flowers. He snaked over, grabbing a flower... wait, what?! Macbeth suddenly smelled two new scents. Usti and Meg. He growled under his breath, before turning to the side.


    Sure enough, they were stood a couple of metres away, watching Myrthia and him interact.


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    Myrthia's eyes followed the retreating wolfhound with a wide smile. Then her expression faltered. He was acting weird...then her eyes followed his and she saw. Meg and Usti, hiding a little ways away. She was confused and her brows furrowed. She moved over and stood next to Macbeth, slightly shielding herself from the eavesdroppers. She stood close to him, so close that their bodies touched, "What are they doing here? Were they- were they watching us?" She looked up at Macbeth, waiting for a response. What in the world were they doing here?


    // @Meg Masters. and @IUSTITIA D. STARK


    As she was so focused on the two lovebirds, she barely heard Usti approach her. She saw his paws in the corner of her eyes and it caused her to jump. The feline gazed up at him and gave him a slight glare, but ended up with a grin on her face anyways. He was nice to have as company. She then saw, as she looked back at the two, that they had noticed them. Might as well stand up now. Coming out of the bushes, Meg let out a chuckle. "Mind if I join you to? I thought this was a make out point or something," she added with a wink at them. Meg glanced back at Usti, suddenly wondering why he was here. Did he just want to cause trouble like her?


    //rushed and mobile, sorry
    also, my bus driving has classical music blasting on the speakers??


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    Myrthia scoffed and a new look spread across her face; hurt. Make out point? That isn't what...how could she think... The fox stood silently, her mouth slightly agape. her tail swished behind her though, somewhat out of rage. She looked to Macbeth, hoping he would speak so she didn't have to. It wasn't that she was embarresed to be seen with Macbeth; quite the opposite actually. She was proud to be with him so often. But this was different. She hadn't told Meg about these times she left abrutly to be with him. This was their private time, and while Meg was Myrthia's closest friend, she felt like the feline had invaded on her precious time with him. And she even brought Usti... The fox felt a bit betrayed and hurt, but she didn't show it for very long. Her tail stopped and a wide and masking grin appeared on her face, "No, not a make out point. And uhm.." she looked to Usti and let out a laugh, "Not to dismiss you so quickly, but I'm not really in the mood for a foursome right now. What are you two doing here?"


    //I totally didn't just hint that Myr would be down for a foursome, what are you talking about?
    @Meg Masters. @IUSTITIA D. STARK

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    "Ohhhhhh shieet," came the voice of the monochrome fuckass. It seemed like the trouble was piling up. As soon as he spotted the group of four, the shaytanin immediately dismissed his current task and made his way over to them. From what he had seen and heard, it looks like Myrthia and Macbeth were finally becoming a couple. Ew, gross. Commitment sucked, hopefully it wouldn't last long so Myr's feelings would be spared. He kinda cared for the girl after all. Relationships never ended in good, judging from the ones he knew about and the ones that kept getting cucked.


    "So what's this? A picnic?" The lord commander would remark, feigning ignorance, "or a date?" Wasn't this going to be an interesting conversation?
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    The wolfhound barely heard Myrthia as he stared at the two figures approaching, shortly joined by Daresso. Macbeth murmured something rather rude under his breath, before looking at the eavesdroppers with anger in his eyes. Regardless of what the hell the others said, a sentence burst out of his mouth without the grey beast even thinking about it.


    "Can you leave Myrthia alone, please?"


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    Her eyebrows raised at Myrthia's reaction. Getting a bit emotional here now, wasn't she? Meg knew there was more to what the vixen said, she could tell with the way she held herself and the emotions appearing on her face. They were just curious, that was all. At least, she was. She still had no idea what Usti was doing there. Before she could reply, Daresso was there, making some snarky comments that Meg wanted to nod her head to. "Both, maybe," she responded to him before turning her eyes back to Myrth. "I came because you've been sneaking off and I was curious. I guess I should've known what would happen. Curiosity killed the cat and all that," she added with a chuckle. Then the voice of Macbeth caught her attention. With an intensely sly smile, Meg padded closer. "Look, Scotty, we aren't doing any harm," she said with a purr, now circling the couple. "Isn't that right, Myrth? I showed you what harm was that one night we met." Meg wiggled her eyebrows.


    // i hate conflict so much so i'm cringing a lot but this is still so much fuN


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    Myrthia smile was slightly darkened but she smiled nonetheless, "I ahem...uh.. yes, you did," she coughed under her breath as the memories washed over her. Of all the times to talk about this, why now..."But that was a long time ago...and uhm, Daresso, honey, it wasn't really...I mean.. we didn't," Myrthia looked around, into the eyes on her then looked up to the sky, avoiding all the eye contact she could. She looked to Macbeth for help.



    //I love that we just subtly call Myrthia out on her secret love for kinky shit

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    Macbeth could feel his cheeks growing warm - whether it was from anger or embarrassment, he didn't know.


    "Umm, Myrthia... I... uhh..." he grimaced. He actually didn't know what to say. She seemed incredibly embarrassed, as was he. He looked angrily towards Meg - he'd been planning to say that he loved Myrthia today, although he was incredibly unprepared.


    Hell no. He was gonna do this.


    "Ireallylikeyou," he spewed, a nervous tone in his voice as he spoke. Fear was a rare emotion for Macbeth.


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    Just thinking about that night made her all jittery. Sometimes she still wondered why she let their relationship break off, but then other days she remembered why - they just weren't meant to be together that way. It was still fun, though. Watching Myrthia stutter and be her awkward self had a toothy, lopsided grin appear on Meg. Why was it that she enjoyed making people uncomfortable? Then, hearing Macbeth, her swishing tail had stopped. The feline felt like this was sort of serious, but then again, she felt like he said it like a young boy. She glanced her dark eyes between the two, wondering what would happen now. Of course the vixen would be overjoyed, but what then? Macbeth already seemed embarrassed to the point of no return. "When's the wedding?" she murmured in the silence following the male's statement.


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    That's when her smile broke, "wha- what? Wedding?" She stuttered. Of all the things to say in this situation...this probably made her the happiest. She was at a loss for words but her insides were screaming with happiness. She looked into Macbeth's eyes, in silence for a couple seconds, "Really? You do? Or.." she looked around the group, "Is this some sort of prank?"


    //screaming

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    Macbeth quickly shook his head, aiming to smile reassuringly. "No, they weren't really supposed to be there..." he answered, smirking for a total of three seconds before frowning again as he realised that this moment should have been private. Myrthia seemed to think he was joking - whether that was a good sign or not... he had no idea.


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    She was confused. She looked at the three other people there. If this wasn't a joke, why were they here. And now he was probably lying to her, thinking she would believe it. Just like every other guy. taking advantage of her kindness and making her look like an idiot for it. She felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes. She looked down at the ground, trying to focus on not crying, "If it's a joke, just tell me. I would rather you tell me now. I won't be mad," She was lying. She continued to to stare at the ground and scuffed her paws on it.


    //I cri. Gotta have me some drama

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    Oh, hell. What had he done?


    Macbeth could see the tears brimming in the eyes of the silver fox, and attempted to move her head upwards to make eye contact with her. "I'm not joking. I... love you."


    The words felt foreign to him, he'd never really had feelings for anyone before. Not proper ones, anyway. But, Myrthia was different. She was the sweetest person, genuinely kind.


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