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Had a breakdown,took the scissors,et voilà!

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"Just clearing my mind. Can't sleep."

Fae smiles,shaking his hand. He appears somewhat familiar,but it might just be the pattern recognition kicking in- afterall, the world is full of the golden retriever type guys, like him.

"Amelie,nice to meet you,Aster."

Aster walks down the empty blown streets of London, humming a tube that aligned with the beat of his every step as the sounds echoed, ever so slightly, through the night. After having found a good hotel to stay the night, he truly just wanted to roam a while, unable to sleep just yet, even when it was much too late and he'd been up much too long now.

Most shops around him, besides pubs and bars and a few restaurants were closed, the street he'd chosen to explore feeling almost deserted, much larger than it actually was as a result. He liked it that way, though, and so simply enjoyed the peace and quiet, unaware of anything else that might be going on around him just yet.

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Amelie barely flinches at being touched unexpectedly,but turns around to face Aster, expression neutral.

"Oh please don't worry, I know how to defend myself."

It smiles slightly, trying to act regular polite.

Aster walks down the empty blown streets of London, humming a tube that aligned with the beat of his every step as the sounds echoed, ever so slightly, through the night. After having found a good hotel to stay the night, he truly just wanted to roam a while, unable to sleep just yet, even when it was much too late and he'd been up much too long now.

Most shops around him, besides pubs and bars and a few restaurants were closed, the street he'd chosen to explore feeling almost deserted, much larger than it actually was as a result. He liked it that way, though, and so simply enjoyed the peace and quiet, unaware of anything else that might be going on around him just yet.

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I have kitten fever.

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"... I'd say the web is like... An offshoot of his power."

Amelie says slowly. They fidget slightly, worried about Basra's judgement.

"And he does have his... Entertainment. Playing games with universes and stuff. I am unsure of any actual myths originating in here,but there are some, I'm sure. I am unsure where he originated from, I just know that he was a mortal once. He's like an embodiment of control taken a person shape."

It rattles out,not even stopping to catch their breath.

"...And I am pretty sure I count as a minor diety due to being... Married and 'blessed' by him."

[There’s a crow squawking outside of Amelie’s window. It starts quietly at first, but ramps up in intensity as time goes by. Louder and louder until Amelie can no longer ignore it, as fae moves to the window to see what’s going on, fae looks down, and sees… Basra(?) standing outside. Well, standing is an overstatement, but it’s nicer than saying they’re slumped against a tree. Once they see fae, they smile and wave, before signing at them to come down] - @basra-of-the-crows

Amelie is there in seconds, almost popping up beside Basra.

"You're back! Oh, you're back!"

Fae immediately looks their friend over with eyes wide from concern. They want to hug them,but hesitate- they don't seem very...okay.

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Their ears have picked up the sound already, that's the advantage of having functional cat ears,but for now it's going to pretend they haven't heard anything.

For now, they're just going to pretend they're admiring the stars,lost in their own head... To an extent, that's not a lie,but the footsteps made them feel more alert. They're no predator, certainly not in the traditional,hunt way,but it doesn't mean it can't have it's fun if it comes to it.

For now, they'll let the strings do the work,let them act like invisible feelers. If things escalate -well...

Aster walks down the empty blown streets of London, humming a tube that aligned with the beat of his every step as the sounds echoed, ever so slightly, through the night. After having found a good hotel to stay the night, he truly just wanted to roam a while, unable to sleep just yet, even when it was much too late and he'd been up much too long now.

Most shops around him, besides pubs and bars and a few restaurants were closed, the street he'd chosen to explore feeling almost deserted, much larger than it actually was as a result. He liked it that way, though, and so simply enjoyed the peace and quiet, unaware of anything else that might be going on around him just yet.

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((this is Amelie, just a silly little guy cat!))

Or if you want someone more human...

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Amelie is there too, walking random alleyways. Once again, they're unable to sleep. Too many thoughts running through their head. Maybe they could find a good spot to stargaze?

Their steps are followed by a faint jingling of the jewellery they never take off,if it wasn't for that, they'd almost be silent. Though it's not like it does much - if people won't hear them coming, they'd definitely see them. It doesn't help that the moonlight illuminates their curls in such a way that makes them look glowing.

Though night time is monsters,not humans either way, right?

Aster walks down the empty blown streets of London, humming a tube that aligned with the beat of his every step as the sounds echoed, ever so slightly, through the night. After having found a good hotel to stay the night, he truly just wanted to roam a while, unable to sleep just yet, even when it was much too late and he'd been up much too long now.

Most shops around him, besides pubs and bars and a few restaurants were closed, the street he'd chosen to explore feeling almost deserted, much larger than it actually was as a result. He liked it that way, though, and so simply enjoyed the peace and quiet, unaware of anything else that might be going on around him just yet.

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Amelie laughs loudly at the tail wag.

"Oh this is so adorable! Thank goodness I am immortal, I could simply die from such cuteness!"

It teases, giving him a very light kiss on the cheek. Fae pauses when being asked about the dream, trying to remember further details.

"I mean I do sometimes have dreams about other 'me's',but most of the time they're just dreams. Except sometimes somewhat sharing dreams with Amélie,but that's probably different,isn't it?"

They say, starting to put away the scattered books with an exaggerated pout. Cuddling with Jackson sounds much better, but there's not even any space to do it comfortably, just old oak chairs and desks.

Amelie is sleeping at a desk,books and curls sprawled everywhere. Some are open, some are hidden under its head.

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The little spider waves to him, scuttling closer. It's actually so cute! The claws remind him of a cat's paw.

Rose doesn't know why they chose this café. But the weather was good and the outdoor seating area seemed absolutely lovely.

And then,he felt a sharp tug in his guts.

Sitting in the sunlight, with their back to Rose,was a person. They didn't recognise it, atleast at first, with its purple clothing and a head of lavender curls. But the curl pattern itself is more than familiar.

Rose only barely bit down on their tongue to prevent a verbal hiss to escape from his mouth at the incredibly uncomfortable tugging deep inside his gut, right in the direction of... Behind him? It felt like he was being pulled backwards internally. So he carefully turned around and took in her person who sat with their back to him.

At first, they didn't seem familiar at all. He remembered no one he was close to wearing that type of color scheme and... But those curls..

No. No way.

This wasnt right, this wasn't-

"...Amelie...?"

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Amelie and Willard spot her,with the cat immediately loafing on top of her back. It's unclear whether she wants to soothe Ana or just lay down to rest.

"Willard, you silly kitten,get off of her immediately."

[Ana is lying outside, experiencing anxiety to the point where she feels physical pain. fun! surely…surely Annabelle’s not going to kill Melanie. everything will be okay. she should probably check in on the trio. and Sophia, she hasn’t seen Sophia in a long time. there’s…there’s a long list of people she should be worried about right now. it hurts just to think about.]

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Fae doesn't answer for a while, enjoying the warmth and softness of his hug, purring softly.

"Wellllll..... I got targeted by a magic anon last week,which resulted in me getting turned into my child self.... Thank goodness my friend Basra found me and made sure I got home safe."

It says with a slight pout and kisses Jackson's ear. It leaves a faint purple lipstick mark.

"Also, I had the strangest dream... Me in the Victorian era, meeting you,who was a vampire, you trying to convince my father to let you marry me..."

Amelie sighs dramatically, staring off into the distance. That was just a dream, right?..

Amelie is sleeping at a desk,books and curls sprawled everywhere. Some are open, some are hidden under its head.

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Fae inhales sharply, straightening up a little.

"He's like... An immortal so powerful that most mortals would consider him a god,on the level of The Fears, just more... Physical. Someone you'd write myths and legends about."

And now they're basically part of it too,on a smaller scale.

Amelie stays silent for a while, expecting a lot of questions.

"...I promise our relationship is as healthy as can be and I am not in any danger of abuse."

It adds quickly,as a disclaimer.

[There’s a crow squawking outside of Amelie’s window. It starts quietly at first, but ramps up in intensity as time goes by. Louder and louder until Amelie can no longer ignore it, as fae moves to the window to see what’s going on, fae looks down, and sees… Basra(?) standing outside. Well, standing is an overstatement, but it’s nicer than saying they’re slumped against a tree. Once they see fae, they smile and wave, before signing at them to come down] - @basra-of-the-crows

Amelie is there in seconds, almost popping up beside Basra.

"You're back! Oh, you're back!"

Fae immediately looks their friend over with eyes wide from concern. They want to hug them,but hesitate- they don't seem very...okay.

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"Lost? Not necessarily. More like curiously exploring."

It smiles slightly, brushing its finger against a flower. It leaves a shimmering lavender toned web.

"How about yourself, wandering,or simply lost?"

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White Flowers

In The Garden

Open rp starter

Cw: drug reference

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There is a quaint garden nearby, it is only a small trek from the port.

Upon arriving, you notice a young lady in white. She's there often. You could even presume that she works around the area or maybe even lives there.

Today, she seems rather focused on the plants, particularly a herbaceous plant with bell-shaped flowers. She's harvested a few already, having a small wicker basket next to her part filled with the little blooms. She's engrossed by it, busy admiring and toying it in her hands so much so she has not even realised that someone has come to join in the space of the garden too.

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"I don't sleep much,so it is fine. I barely feel different."

They smile reassuringly, listening to Willard chirp at them, chirping something back. Will Rose know it's a lie?

"I think I shall visit my partner. Right,Willard? We should pay Jackson a visit..."

The thought brings them a bit of comfort. If there's anyone who makes them feel safe it is Jackson.

"I-I thank you for the company,Rose. It was nice to meet you. May our paths cross once again."

Amelie says, picking Willard up and hugging her tighter than usual. Soon,they leave,and all Rose can see is a tiny purple spider still lingering around.

Rose doesn't know why they chose this café. But the weather was good and the outdoor seating area seemed absolutely lovely.

And then,he felt a sharp tug in his guts.

Sitting in the sunlight, with their back to Rose,was a person. They didn't recognise it, atleast at first, with its purple clothing and a head of lavender curls. But the curl pattern itself is more than familiar.

Rose only barely bit down on their tongue to prevent a verbal hiss to escape from his mouth at the incredibly uncomfortable tugging deep inside his gut, right in the direction of... Behind him? It felt like he was being pulled backwards internally. So he carefully turned around and took in her person who sat with their back to him.

At first, they didn't seem familiar at all. He remembered no one he was close to wearing that type of color scheme and... But those curls..

No. No way.

This wasnt right, this wasn't-

"...Amelie...?"

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Calling all Vastards:

Is your head... Supposed to be this floaty?.. I can't concentrate on anything.

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Someone else wanders in as well. Someone dressed in purple clothes and flowing lavender curls. It looks oddly ethereal,yet out of place. Like it belongs in something more dream esque. They look around,as if trying to find a particular plant.

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White Flowers

In The Garden

Open rp starter

Cw: drug reference

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There is a quaint garden nearby, it is only a small trek from the port.

Upon arriving, you notice a young lady in white. She's there often. You could even presume that she works around the area or maybe even lives there.

Today, she seems rather focused on the plants, particularly a herbaceous plant with bell-shaped flowers. She's harvested a few already, having a small wicker basket next to her part filled with the little blooms. She's engrossed by it, busy admiring and toying it in her hands so much so she has not even realised that someone has come to join in the space of the garden too.

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