#replies;; cranberry euphoria

[ironmaidenxsteelheart]

Closed Starter | @alabonshay

"This is the last time I'm walking this far, to get you, you know!!" Wannour chided the broken pieces of Sir Imania's body in this fashion many, many months ago.

The first dozen times that her love had died, it was sweet, or made sense, in some way; now, it seemed that every other day Sir Imania (her brave Sir Imania!) was throwing herself into the arms of danger. Which was all fine and good; the more she was able to work on her body, the more lifelike the function was, but the time it took to journey to bring back all its pieces, denote the failures and make improvements, not to mention repair and replacement.... Well, she'd like to be married before they were both old and wrinkled, you know. Not to mention the toll it took on her soul's connection to the world!! That Knight was lucky that her body was stable enough to support this kind of back-and-forth tug-of-war! With that in mind, it was only natural, to try and figure out how to make a door to anywhere, whenever she wished. If the Angels could manage, surely she could figure out the mechanism. That's what she thought, anyways. ~~ At least it sort of worked, since she was anywhere other than her dark, cozy workroom. It hadn't taken her where she wanted, though-- her ratios were off; too few blackberry seeds, not enough cranberry. Maybe she needed to add frog, for distance? Or a lock of hair? Oh, she knows she's close to home, but she's all turned around and there's not a door in sight!! Wannour shoves her way through bramble and underbrush. There aren't nearly so many plants in this part of the woods, and she wracks her brain to remember clearings and thin spots-- there were only so many! She knew the woods well, she ought to know where she was....but what if all the mixture needed was a little more iron? It isn't until she finds a fence that she realizes she may, in fact, have needed less blackberry seeds. There were no fences, around the base of her mountain. This was brilliant!! Wannour was well and truly lost, after all!! She'd simply ask for direction and be on her merry way. Fences were only suggestions, anyhow. She clambers over it, and makes her way to the dense shrubbery blocking her view-- although she'd never seen shrubs with quite so dense a shape. The fastest way out was nearly always through, however, and no plant would be an exception!! Any tears left by branches could be mended later; and she sustains a great many pushing her way from the brush!! She'd expected to find an abode, on the other end. What she hadn't expected was a garden so magnificent and manicured that it seemed nigh-impossible. Was this shaped by human hands? All of the grass was cropped neat and tidy, bushes trimmed up into impossible shapes-- dense, like the hedges!!-- and more distinct kinds of flower than she had ever witnessed, in so close a space, let alone so rigidly planted. It was a drastic shift, from the wildness of the forest beyond the hedges. To say nothing of the massive fort looming above the garden grounds. She might be slightly worried for her safety, were it not for the sense of awe at the sheer coordination everything in sight must have required. It was like no place she'd ever seen or heard of. Wannour stares, frozen in awe, at everything before her. So much wealth, hidden by mere foliage!!

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[ironmaidenxsteelheart]

Closed Starter | @monster-and-mayhem

Not so deep in the woods as you'd expect, and not half so hidden, at the base of the high-topped mountains with their snowy, chilly peaks; there is a door in the rock.

It's a small door, wooden and warped, with rusting hinges bolted into the gabbro and the gneiss. Two bands of thin-hammered iron hold the rotting boards together with spite, hope, and a smattering of blackberry seeds shoved in the lock (they're what impart the spite, you see). Despite its conspicuousness, Wannour's never found herself besieged by visitors--- not many were keen to open a mysterious door, embedded in the rock, miles from the nearest town. Who'd have guessed?? Today, though, she hears a knock. Well, not at first, but eventually, the third time it reverberates above the bubbling of her cauldron and ticking of clockwork, she's thrilled to find that it may not be her mind filling the empty air, after all!! Today, there is a knock that very well may be her love, come to surprise her with a visit, at long last!!!! Sir Imania was so clever, she knew he'd make it back, in due time. No explaining was even necessary, if he'd made it this far!! "Coming!!" She squeals, heart in her throat. From behind the door, there's an avalanche of sound; items crashing out of place. She shucks off her apron, shimmies on her kirtle, and her hat, tying the sash about her head in a flurry as her footsteps stomp to the threshold of her home. Wannour hesitates, in anticipation. Her heart flutters in her chest. Today's the day!! This is it!! Happily Ever After, at long last!! Wannour throws open the door. "Welcome ba-!" She falls short. Blinks, expectant smile turned to pure confusion. Black hair, pale skin.....pointed.... ears...........Huh? "Huh???" Her brows furrow, though the smile remains plastered on her face. "Er-- Can I help you, traveler?"

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// Tag Dump! Here's to my first rp blog since high school!!//

[peytonainsworthh]

leoochoi​:

Leo’s eyebrows furrowed together as her question lingered in the air between them. What that what she’d been so worried about all this time? That her sudden appearance in their tiny town was going to reignite their relationship from years before. The relationship that had seen countless fights and screaming matches fuelled by suspicion and jealousy? The answer was simple. “No, Pey. No. We’re not getting back together,” he replied quickly, a laugh trailing his words as the mere idea was preposterous. “Me and Ilia we - we were young. Really Young. I met her when I was 19 or something, basically a whole lifetime ago. We’re not getting back together.” Leo’s arm around her shoulder tightened, holding her closer to him without squishing her small frame. He hated that those doubts filled her head because of Ilia’s reappearance, but he couldn’t say he was surprised for his head was quickly filling to the bring with questions, confusing thoughts and memories he wanted to just forget.

The beverage tasted like the smell of a cranberry scented marker and burned his mouth as it went down. He couldn’t fathom how this drink was so popular among the college crowd and middle-age mothers that filled the bar before noon, but there was no denying its potency and ability to turn a drab night into one filled with memorable mistakes. So rather than sip on the drink and prolong the torture, Leo downed it in a couple large gulps, his face contorting with every swallow. “Fuck, if I have to drink those all night count me the fuck out, Pey,” he groaned, tossing the plastic cup into a nearby garbage bin. Leo shook his head as a shiver traveling down his spine as the taste lingered on his lips. “We’re not drinking any more of those. Let’s go back to the Frose cart if we have to.” The mix of wine, beer and liquor was not smart, and though it hadn’t hit his system just yet, he was beginning to loosen up. His arm was heavy around her shoulder and his eyes dragged lazily from one place to the other, taking it all in.

“You have absolutely no faith in me, do you?” He challenged, feigning offence at her words despite how accurate they were. “I can easily down four of those in a minute. Maybe 4 ½ if I focus and you don’t make me laugh. But, I’m already going to pay for all these drinks in the morning, so mixing 4 carrot cake cupcakes with 8 mixed drinks probably isn’t the best idea. Nonetheless, I am offended that you don’t think I can handle more.”

At her words, Leo ordered two of the big red velvet cupcakes that sat atop a stand acting as the centrepiece of the table. He watched as the woman packed the sweet treats up into a contained and eagerly reached for them, handing her a couple of bills and telling her to keep the change, before they wandered away. “I really shouldn’t have been surprised that you ordered a red velvet cupcake with how much red you wear,” he started, a light chuckle filling the air as he carefully opened the box for her. “I’ve just never known someone to take the favourite colour so seriously. I mean, mine is green if you didn’t know. But thank goodness I don’t walk around in green all day or else we’d look like fucking Christmas,” he laughed, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“Drink up, babe. We’re not too far away from the cart. Or are you tapping out now? I won’t make fun of you if you do.”

Despite the brief and dismissive nature of the idea, that was all Peyton needed. She didn’t need much more an explanation beyond that. Leo knew how get to the point without beating around the bush though many more thoughts were surely swirling behind his forehead. But if he opened the flood gates, spewing everything he was feeling into the air in front of them, perhaps things wouldn’t have been as simple. A smile tugged at her her lips, exposing her teeth as they beamed, his arm tightening around her practically injecting her with euphoria. “I’m sorry--” She scoffed, as if he question had almost been idiotic, the rush of relief overcoming her as she felt his body heat against her. The possibility of Leo straying away seemed unlike, especially when things were going considerably well as of late. But Leo and Peyton seemed to take things in stride, the tiniest grain of salt. “But, don’t fret. I don’t have an ex-anything who is going to try to befriend you before showing up at my work for a town tour.” She assured him, not even sure if she’d briefed him on her and Ilia’s short and fleeting friendship. “You’re the first. So you know, when we don’t work out and I move away because I now need a new mechanic, you can be that for me.” Peyton joked as she snuggled closer to him though the thought of a future without Leo hadn’t entirely crossed her mind. 

Peyton couldn’t help but laugh, bright eyed as she thought about the less than flattering image of Leo shoveling cupcakes into his unhinged jaw, cake crumbling down the front of his clothes as his puffed cheeks attempted to swallow the baked goods. “4 1/2?” She repeated, feigning the same offense that he had upon her insistence that he couldn’t conquer that amount of the sweet treats. “I think I would have to walk away after the third, pretend I don’t know you. But, now I’m intrigued and will most certainly be testing this ate a later date when we don’t have five more drinks to down.” She laughed. The thought of her showing up with a dozen cupcakes at his garage and holding her phone’s stopwatch as she watched him remorselessly woof down the contents of the box crossed her mind, vivid and unrelenting in her head. It was the day dreaming thoughts like that with dribbling cake crumbles fall down his scruffy chin that made her fall deeper in love with him, though she hadn’t uttered the word since the previous weekend while he was wrapping her nearly healed palm. 

Tucking her drink beneath her arm, Peyton carefully peeled back the wrapping around the cupcake, sinking her teeth delicately into the spongey dessert before speaking once more. “Red represents extremity. Whether that be passion, love, seduction, anger, power--” She listed before taking another bite of her cupcake. The five adjective she had listed she certainly checked all of boxed that fell under the extreme category. She was fire, intense and unstoppable, just as red as the clothes she wore and the color of her hair.  “The psychology surrounding the color red is that it draws people to you. It increases blood pressure and respiration on sight, the same sensation you get when you’re thrilled, running strictly on adrenaline.” Peyton quipped. She certainly did live up to the mean girl trope and all of its glory. Beautiful, feared, quick-witted and not to mention intelligent. Only the strong willed could play the psychological mind games with others that Peyton did, always having the upper hand even if it was in her relentless and manipulative nature. But if you were on her good side in the same way that Leo saw, you’d certain get to experience the soft and gentle side of the girl, though on surface level it seemed to not exist. “Also, the color red just makes people hungry. That’s in part why McDonalds is so successful. Your eyes are drawn to the color because it’s so alluring and on top of that it just makes you hungry, in turn making you want to buy it. Like this cupcake for example.” She said holding it up as she spoke. She then took a finger full of frosting, tugging it gently on Leo’s lips before popping the final bite in her mouth. “Green looks good on pretty much no one. Unless it’s an olive or emerald green, even then they pull towards an extended color scheme. I’d stick with your look if I were you. Stained t-shirts, jeans. Very hardworking, sexy mechanic of you. We wouldn’t want to clash.”

As they neared the next cart, Peyton chugged the rest of her drink, shaking her head in disapproval as the liquor stung. She then tossed the cup with a shudder. “How many times have I said Ainsworths aren’t quitters or Ainsworths always keep their word?” She teased, feeling her buzz set in as they approached the cart. Her arms locked around Leo’s waist as she looked up at him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “What’s next for our halfway drink? I think we should do shots. Quick and painless.”

[ironmaidenxsteelheart]

"Unless you can fly, I sincerely doubt it!" She hums, cheerily, as the door clicks shut (it sounds almost....crunchy?) behind Lisa's back. "The nearest village is a day's trek from here, in the direction opposite your entry!" Wannour passes in front of her, to root through one of the many piles marring the room. This one seemed to be primarily jars of various preserves-- raspberry, blackberry, various fruits and vegetables, but also various creepy-crawlies; both whole and in pieces. (Why would anyone need a plucked, malformed chicken(?) preserved along with their pickles and jams? Just why?) She tosses them wantonly aside, the jars failing to break as they hit the ground, instead flickering blue atop their lids and gently clunking to rest.

"They're a bit judgy, though. I'd head further South-East, if I were you-- bigger town, less no-curiosity fuddy-duddies!!" No human Wannour'd ever seen had red eyes or pointed ears, after all; and it would be terribly rude, to send someone off to a welcome of cold glances and suspicion. And possibly fire; but never mind that. She picks up a particular jar by its lid, and looks into it from the bottom, one eye squeezed shut. Was this the right one, for that? She'd need her kitchen, if she was going to make proper food.... "By the way, is there anything you can't eat?"

As she peered into this cave dwelling to her it screamed witchery, and she knew witches could be trickers and word twisters when they wanted to be. She couldn't possibly walk into a trap like this, or she was going to be hopping out as a toad or boiled into the next crafty concoction. She's heard the stories, she knew this witch's game.

But who was she to turn down an invitation to a meal? And such a warm welcome as well.

"Thank you," she said politely as she came through the threshold. She hasn't thrown all caution to the wind, she still looked around for any traps or possibility that she was about to be pushed into that questionably ventilated cauldron, "But uh...I probably shouldn't stay long. I think there's enough daylight out for me to still make it."

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This wasn't remotely the person she was expecting (hoping).... Oh well. Company was company!! "It's no bother at all, really!" She makes room in the doorway, for Lisa to pass through, revealing mountainous clutter pushed wantonly to the sides of a dark, stone-walled room. A cauldron bubbles above an open flame in the center of the floor (isn't that an asphyxiation hazard? How is this space being ventilated???), next to a small side-table covered in vials and jars. What might be a large, iron casket sits snugly against the wall nearest the entrance, bracketed by solid wooden desks piled high with materials-- everything from springs, to parchment, to satin thread, and various foodstuffs, all in a jumble. "We'll get you directions, but it's getting very dark. Please, come in, and let's get you something to eat!!" It's dark, and messy, and chaotic....but it's also warm, and Lisa is being offered food, in addition to her directions. So it might well be a fair trade.

Lisa stood at the other side of the door, blinking at this woman that had greeted her so excitably. Miles had warned her about approaching out of place structures in the wilderness, something about fae portals or the abodes of sinister things, and she was starting to think he was right. She was terribly underdressed for the mountain chill, only in her light turtleneck, jeans, and hiking boots with a small backpack, but just moments ago she had been running on all fours covered in a thick coat of fur, so it hadn't really bothered her until now.

"Uhm...Hey," she started awkwardly, still slightly thrown off by the welcome, "Sorry to bother you but, I was wondering if you knew the way to the nearest town. Looks like I got mixed up on the trail somewhere and I really don't want to get even more lost by running around without any idea on where I'm going." She would've found her way back where she came or to her destination, eventually, but nightfall was approaching, and she knew how dangerous things could get in the mountains at night.