I hear the SCREAMS from the dead-OPEN

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** While most would have found Admiral's arrogance haughty and undesirable in a potential mate or friend, but Roulette actually liked it, it was a part of him that she had always seen, and thus she was so used to it that she found it rather adorable, whilst she probably would have despised it in anyone else. That was why the brute in front of her was special, she was so intrigued by him that he could have probably snapped at her at this moment, tore her neck apart and she would still consider him a comrade, a close companion of her's, who understood things about her that many others did not. But she couldn't dwell on this forever, for she knew that he would notice the slight tightening of the muscles in her face, seeing as how it was a drastic change from her normally blank features, and when he began to tell her about those other foreign languages, her curiosity was once more captured. She felt as if the handsome Doberman mix had been all over the world with this aura he carried around him, yet it was most likely that this Chicago he always spoke of was just culturally diverse, seeing as how he managed to learn two languages while there, she really wanted to visit it, see what it was like, all the different dogs she could meet, breeds of all sorts, shapes, sizes, and colors, it was fascinating for her. Who knew, maybe she would even learn of more American customs, her favorite topic of all.

** The Bulgarian tilted her head to the side when he mentioned this strange word that sounded just like strawberry, except with an added syllable, and her crimson tinted voids widened in surprise as she squirted due to the sunlight streaming out of nowhere, the smooth ebony fur lining her skull glinting as she tried to think and sort that into her brain. She tried to then imitate his sentence, show that she appreciated the taste of the fruit as well, speaking slowly, “… I like strawberries because very sweet… Yes?” All of these rules in the English tongue were making her frustrated, but hey, at least it would stop all of the taunting and teasing she received from the strangers she met, would prevent them from thinking she was some idiot, when in her home country she was considered a genius for her extensive vocabulary and ability to play a human instrument. She was more of a proud creature in that Slavic nation, but then again, she also had less emotion back then, at least in America she had learned to smile and be more in touch with the things she was supposed to be feeling. It was so hard to choose between the two countries now, but at least she had relationships here, something she could never ask for in her home, especially with that overbearing master of her's. The Dobie's eyes locked with the boy's as she then asked, “… I can say Admiral name? Or another word to say?” It was hard to formulate that question, and she hoped he would understand, after all, it wasn't the most simple thing in the world, and that was when she added, “… Is Admiral going to Chicago later… Or stay in Saddle Creek?” Improvement was evident, yes.

Amount: 558 Words.
Notes: Aadgkndslg your post was perfect, hush<3 Oh and what Roulette is trying to say is whether she can still call him Admiral or if she has to use like 'he, she, they, it, you' xD
Muse: Great!
Tune: Whiskey Lullaby ~ Brad Paisley
Tags: Desired with Admiral; OPEN;</sub>

[.:Desired:.]

When he had first seen the slim Doberman, Admiral had discounted her immediately. Too thin to be a good fighter, too stupid when she spoke. However, she had quickly changed his mind. The accent had lured him in, she had been to a place he hadn’t, knew things that he didn’t. But it was her damningly calm façade that intrigued him the most. She showed very little expression, something he found intensely interesting. He could do the same if the situation warranted. Most of the time he preferred having a haughty expression and sneer, because it was what most dogs he met deserved. Watching Roulette’s face tighten with something he couldn’t decipher made his head tilt.

But she was focusing on the sentences. So he figured that was the cause of her confusion. She spoke again, her timbre still accented but the grammar is now correct enough that he can understand her. He , smiling broadly. He knows it will take time because the English language is a lot more complicated. However, he thinks that she is smart enough to be able to grasp it. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have even spoken to her. Ever since learning she could play the piano, he had known she wasn’t as dull or stupid as she seemed.

It helped that she was pretty.

He , both to shake the thoughts from his head and to let her know she did it correctly. He thinks a moment, trying to decide whether or not to let her know about the ‘plurals and articles. He shrugs to himself. That can wait.
“Good.” he says once before clicking his jaws together in thought. He tried to remember what Dego had taught him. Jerome’s language he had picked up slowly, having to figure out what most of it was through context clues.

Roulette spoke again. Admiral blinked, only slightly confused. When she continued on, it was clarified for him. He smiles, “No, you can say Admiral. If you’re talking to others though, switch to you if you are looking at them like I am you. If you want to talk about someone not here, say they, he, or she. “

He was a bit of a selfish teacher. He liked the way she said his name, accented just so. If it was up to him, he’d never let her stop saying it. Her next question makes him humph, blowing air from his lips. He looks away from her, thinking about Chicago.

He knows he could find his way back if he wanted. It seems like his internal compass is always aware of where ‘home’ used to be. But he hasn’t let himself wander back that way in four years. He does miss the ferociousness and the respectful position he had there.

Of course, that’s no long gone. Admiral looks at the femme and smiles, “No, Lette. I’m staying here, for now.”
He’s almost tempted to ask why. He’s never had someone ask what he was playing on doing. No one much cared. He settles down his elbows with a sigh and looks at her.

Amount:524 Words.
Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a depressive episode.
I love them! Sorry for the quality!
Muse: Good
Tune: None
Tags: SilentCallings with Roulette;;

[?SilentCallings?]

<sub>** At the simple yet encouraging word that left the ebony lips of the ruggedly handsome male, Roulette felt the stub of her tail wag slowly in a way that portrayed her pleasure with being taught, he was a good teacher, she didn't feel like she had to impress anyone nor fear any sort of punishment for getting something wrong. He was gentle with her every single step of the way and thus she was relaxed, no single muscle in her lean frame taut with the anticipation of a raised hand or cane, like how that old man would treat her after a concert. Her ears slowly raised from their temporarily lowered position when he gave her the helpful advice about all the subjects and uses of them, glad that she could still say his name, it made her feel closer to him in a way, as if he was always there and she wasn't alone in this cold world. Perhaps this was her warped mind trying to make her feel as if she could have emotions and that the brute beside her was also someone that she could trust, make her feel a sort of comfort that wasn't always presented in a nicely wrapped box with a bow on top. It was something that was more sensual, a deep emotion within the cavity of your heart and the Doberman felt strange to be prodding around such a sensitive organ, one that was so unused to these flickering flames of life, it just didn't feel right, but she was addicted. Just like a drug.

** There was now a comfortable silence between the two dogs after her question as to whether or not her companion was going to leave, perhaps back to that lovely home of Chicago he spoke of, and she didn't feel awkward with this lack of speech, no, she just took in some oxygen, closed her maroon eyes and listened to the environment around them. His answer came tentatively, though it did manage to make her flash him a genuine smile and that was when she noticed how her cheeks didn't hurt anymore when she was around the boy, seeing as how she was always trying to at least show him a glimpse of a normal soul. But Roulette was glad that he wasn't going to be leaving any time soon, at least from what she understood about that sentence, and she leaned forward so that her nose pressed against his cheek, giving him a half-nuzzle as she retracted back and just continued to stare at the horizon, murmuring back, “I am… happy that Admiral is not leaving.” There was actually a hesitating pause as she then chose to ask, like a child wanting more candy, “When… you do have to leave… Admiral will visit again?” She at least wanted to be able to say goodbye if one of the most important links in her new life was going to disappear and leave her a complete mess, not that she was going to admit or tell him that. Only more time would tell.

Amount: 514 Words.
Notes: N'aww, the thread's coming to a close, but we'll definitely have another when this ends<3 Can't get enough of the feels xD
Muse: Good.
Tune: Are You Gonna Kiss Me Or Not ~ Thompson Square
Tags: Desired with Admiral; OPEN;</sub>