Separate names with a comma.
She looked up at him and her expression changed slightly. "Oh, hey, Di," she said awkwardly. "What's up?" * * * She brightened, tucking a lock...
Aisling returned late that evening, yawning tiredly as she headed into the camp. Her hair was wet and her bag was sling over her shoulder...
Aisling had been avoiding Dion lately. After her recovery, he would find that she would often leave in the early mornings and wouldn't return...
He raised an eyebrow. "I love you too." * * * "That's what they all say."
He rolled his eyes playfully. "Ass." * * * She frowned before taking it. "I really don't trust this."
"Why not?" he asked, taking her hand and standing up. "Because I'm right?" * * * "That's what they all say," she said accusatorily. However,...
"You. Jaz." * * * "Because you want me to go back to bed. I won't do it."
"You don't know if they have middle names. Plus, they're not cool either." * * * She frowned, looking at him warily. "You're gonna trick me."
He squinted at her. "Lucy's not cool." * * * She backed away from him, her hand on the cane. "Okay! So, I'll... I'll see you in a bit! Love...
"Nuh uh. Name one other cool person that has a middle name." * * * She froze in the doorway, looking over at him. "Oh. Hey, Di," she said,...
"I'm the only cool person to have a middle name." * * * She stood up, staggering slightly and grabbing a basic cane from the counters. She...
"All the cool people don't have middle names," he acknowledged. * * * Aisling sat up, biting her lip to keep her groan inside, before moving to...
"Anna? Elise?" * * * (Yoop!)
He looked up at her. "I see. Well, think about it." * * * She fell silent after that, having fallen asleep.
"You could choose one," he suggested. "What name would you like?" * * * "Mmhm," she said sleepily. "No one can know that I'm in love with you. I...
"It suits you," he said gently, brushing his fingers through her hair. * * * "Shh," she murmured. "Don't tell anyone."
"Do you like your name?" he asked, dropping the towel. * * * "Mm. That, and you love me."
"How are you?" he asked, sitting next to her. * * * "Because I'm vulnerable."
He noticed and came out to the porch, drying off his hair. "Hi." * * * "I thought you were going to make fun," she said tiredly.
Emerson emerged from the showers, running his hand through his hair. * * * She laughed sleepily. "The look?"
