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I just started full time, so I’m super busy. I’ll finish the rest of my starters next time I am on. Sorry for being so slow. Life do be like that. 

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@moonlitfighterrika​ || some food for thought - a starter

“You know, there are some people here that come and go.” There is a pause before she shrugs. “And some people who feel more at home here than back in their own worlds. Kind of interesting, don’t you think?”

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@silenthcwl​ || wow, you’re tall and i like you :) - a starter

Oh, there she is, a 5′2″ little lady staring up at the other person for a long moment. “I must say, I feel like you’re a pretty neat person. Call it a hunch!”

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     “A lost puppy, huh? Well, I’m glad to hear that’s not the case!      I’d be ashamed if I was here looking like a lost puppy after      about a year of being here.”

What an interesting woman so far. There was something almost mischievous laced in her cheerful tone, one that he recognized many times in Hilda. Yet, it wasn’t exactly like Hilda’s either - which only made Claude ever the more curious. A little flirtatious, but surely there was something more to that right? The king of Almyra was always an observant man.

     “Maybe it was fate we ran into each other. Perhaps we      were destined to meet, ever saw by the gods above us!”

The tone of his voice is almost mocking, but not at her. It’s at the idea of gods pushing people together. Clearly, Claude made his feelings towards certain gods quite obvious, even if he did believe in a little fate here and there. Still, he offered her a good-natured smile regardless.

     “But I can show you around, if you’d like. It’s the least I      can do after bumping into a lovely woman like yourself.”

“A tiny little one! Makes cute little noises! But even so, if you’re so used to it, doesn’t mean you know everything that goes on here, huh? A whole year can’t teach you everything, you know!” 

Amber eyes carefully watch the man before her, like a cat on the prowl. A small tilt of her head, very much aware of the way he gazes over her. He’s watching her just as much as she’s watching him, which is fair. In a way, they dance around each other, not quite partnered up yet. It almost makes her laugh.

“Gods are fickle, I doubt they’d spend their time putting two very beautiful people together, even if it was to be fated.”

Elysia leans forward, looking up at the soon to be acquaintance before she smiles. There is a little twinkle in her eyes, as if they have such mischievous thoughts before she does a little curtsy. There is a hint of something there, but what it is, she hasn’t revealed yet.

“Elysia, by the way. Wouldn’t want to spend my time with a complete stranger. Unless, of course, you’re into the whole mystery of the thing. You seem like the type to enjoy a mystery though... hmm.”

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At it again but let’s see if i stick around long enough to get to my next rank up. Anyway, I’ll be slow but if anyone wants a short starter (like a sentence or two), feel free to like this post. If you want a Plotted Thread, just say so on this post and I’ll hit you up in messages. 

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She eyes him carefully, hands behind her back and she leans a little too close. Just as quickly, she pulls back but she still seems to be keeping her eyes on him as if she’s reading him intently. It’s a little much for a first encounter consider they JUST ran into each other by happenstance. Still, Elysia Flores always has a reason for doing one thing or another and by the time she has finally opened her mouth to speak to this stranger, she looks almost proud of herself!

"You’ve been here for a while, huh? You kind of have that look in your eyes! The one that isn’t all like a lost little puppy dog!” Her cheerful tones seems to almost gloss over her intently observing the handsome stranger. She gives him a wink and continues. “You wouldn’t leave a poor and defenseless woman such as me all on my lonesome after we so dramatically ran into each other! It’s almost fate!” Haha... like she still believed in that kind of stuff anymore.

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Elysia Flores / Original Character

Always a little bit of a flirt, she is a friendly person who loves to go out of her way to meet and befriend others. She likes to tease but once she is closer to you, her doting natures shines through.

Holds herself with quite a bit of grace, like she has had a high upbringing... which she has! She’s a former princess who hasn’t looked back on her life as such in many years. 

She’s been here before and actually started when the group first opened so she’s seen enough to know what’s going on. She’s quick to bounce back into the swing of things. 

If you remember her from her previous visits, esp if we had previous relations, feel free to hit her up. Memories might be vague but she loves reuniting with people!

She’s right on the cusp of post!canon so she is less finicky and whimsical, has a bit more of a serious vibe to her but rest assured, she is still quite silly. 

Short queen, yessss (she’s 5′2″)

Lover of flowers, her magic ties directly to them. She loves showing off and if you understand the flower language, she will be all up on you!

Despite how nice and kind she is, she isn’t a pushover and can stand up for herself. If you piss her off, she will fight you. Sometimes actually fight you. 

Stubborn beyond belief. Once she sets her mind to something, she has a hard time letting go. 

Overall, definitely sunshine with a bit of clouds mixed in. 

I love her, she’s my wife

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bloom beautifully dangerously loudly bloom softly however you need just bloom

milk and honey by rupi kaur (via hyacinthgirlquotes)

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My collection of pressed flowers from this summer 🌸🍃🌼

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It is three at night. I have something to say. You are so valuable. You shine out. You are a magic star. You are a body of blood made beautiful. How I admire, sit back and adore you. How thirsty I am for that. How you feed me.

Anne Sexton, Letter to Lois Ames, 11 Jan. 1969 (via thelovejournals)

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She was one of those girls who breathed fire when confronted but loved so gently that it made you forget she could.

thewriterthatnobodynoticed (via wnq-writers)

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Perhaps the fact that I chased a boy who ripped me to shreds says a lot more about me than it did about him.

Michelle K., Lessons Learned (via thelovejournals)

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  the seconds ticked and the tiny ball of hope and anxiety grew with each unsuccessful dial. one. two. three. four. five. si— wait. ears tuned into the sudden silence, met with a voice that’s all too familiar, yet she can already hear the difference within elysia on those words alone. her heart leaps, relieved to hear her name but the sense of melancholy still remains. why? maybe it’s because there were still various unknowns between them.

   ❝ … ❞

  how long has it been?

  elysia disappeared following the aftermath of the fantasia war. after some struggle, clementine vaguely thinks that she must’ve been sent home around that time too. in her case, time passed much faster in spirale compared to the amount she spent home. barely two weeks and she found herself back around halloween. just like the first time.

  realizing how long she had been quiet since elysia spoke, she fumbles for a moment and speaks up, ❝ … i — ❞  she stops again, letting another beat pass, unsure of how to respond. with a shaky breath, clementine attempts a small smile to herself, trying to keep herself together. she’d rather not break down on the phone if she could help it. it didn’t feel like it was working. ❝ … i have no idea where you live anymore, ely. you know i would. ❞

   there is laughter, soft and dainty. she wonders how much clementine has changed. in her heart, there was some sadness. the other seems... conflicted, like she has too much on her mind. she has vague memories of what clem had told her of her world, what struggles she faced and just her general demeanor shaped her into someone who is harden. it didn’t take much to see that. waiting, patient for a reply (as you learn to be patient with clients, always), she lets the young woman figure out what she wants to say. 

   “has that ever stopped you before?” her tone is lighter, teasing in a way. it’s expected of her. it is her. still, it’s nice. this is nice. the spirale feels just a little bit more like home. that’s good. “i don’t live in the same place, sadly. i’ll miss that place. i have fond memories there.” in the background, clem could probably here her moving around, elysia is still getting used to the place. “i believe this is the fibonacci ward. i’m in 126.”

   there is a soft hum, thinking as she asks the next question. “where are you? i can come see you instead if you don’t want to come running to me, hmm?”   

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@flospapillio​​​​ — is… it really you?

  clementine didn’t like to entertain ghosts. real. fake. the idea of them didn’t necessarily scare her, even though she was a believer in their existence now. ( these days, she’d believe almost anything— living here. )  there were just bigger problems to deal with, all of them necessary to keep on living. tangible ones.

  it never stopped ghosts from visiting her dreams though.

  on particularly bad days, they changed into nightmares. she’d wake up, reflect, and wish that she’d never been sent home because she returned with more ghosts than she could bear. then, she’d remind herself that her efforts wouldn’t be in vain. but, clementine was strong; both in mind and spirit. even so, it didn’t make hope sting any less when it sparked. and right now, hope shined in the name of elysia flores, a person she thought would only float in the sea of her memories for the rest of her life.

  a mixture of emotions worked their way on her face, eyes fixate on the contact list. what were the odds that this wasn’t someone else bearing the same name? and if it truly was elysia, someone she considered family, would she remember anything about their relationship at all? she hesitates, wondering what the best course of action would be. what would she even say?

  (  ` hey, you may not know me… but i know you. and we’ve done all these things— ` )

  yeah. that was out of the question. she could… forget about it? no. there was no way she could do that. clementine shakes her head and gently pats herself on the cheek. any further contemplation would have her run in circles. with a decision in mind, she presses the call button and waits. who knew listening to phone dial would be stressful?

   just like a dream. 

   it slowly comes back to her. elysia didn’t often think of her dreams. too much going on during her waking times. suffice to say, being back had only come at a mild shock when she remembers that she’s been here before. which is also a scary thought because when she had been here last, she had been much younger, much more naive. regardless, she does, in fact, remember how this works. different apartment though... housing? there was a lot of wandering around the first hour, memories flooding back. oh spirale, had she missed you? it was hard to say but here she was once more. best to settle in, though it appeared she only had one roommate in this four bedroom place. which...haha, she was used to. 

   then, before too long, she’s fluttering about and moving things. again, she’s far too used to being here again. she does wonder if her shop is here as well. her mind is all over until the familiar ring of the phone catches her attention. oh she hadn’t even...

   the name she sees is familiar and suddenly, there is a longing. it’s so deep, like it’s filling in a hole in her heart she hadn’t realized. it’s only for a moment though, even as the flood of memories flood back, this time circling around one face: clementine’s. their first meeting, oh how awkward it had been. just an outing, she remembers getting food for her. she remembers taking her out. when they had their memories shifted to becoming a family. for all intend and purpose, clementine is her family, regardless of this odd situation. 

   so of course, when she finally answers, “if it isn’t my darlin’ clem... it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” or has it? hard to say but elysia herself is quite older but is clem... ? “i half expected you at my door rather than give me a call.”