#archerwhiterp

[spirit-x-ing]

"Don't worry about it. I was already awake."

@archerwhiterp

❝Are you SURE about that? You sound like you need some extra winks. Because if you're still feeling sleepy. I can reschedule our breakfast for another time? I mean... I don't wanna brag...but I'm no stranger to eating alone. Ya know, besides...odds are likely some dead waiter or customer will keep me some company.❞

[eritvita]

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He shouts and the frogs scatter, the ruckus of rippling water disturbing dragonflies from those swaying cattails and the delicate fish from the mud below. He sputters bewildered laughter, hugging at Archer’s elbows and leant for his balance. “Art thou fine?” asks he laughing, and looks where hast he borne.

“Art thou bit?” A snapping turtle, pretty childe of snarling solitude. Roland’s eyes dost sparkle, and verily, doth borne sly. “If thou art bound to wander this water the same as I, perchance art thou warned of leeches in this serenity, darling Man.”

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His eyes cut down to slits as she casually rolled off his concern. A move he knew all too well. It worked on his brothers. It worked on the guys he worked with. He chuffed and pushed himself in closer, blocking the street light from above her head with his own. His arms crossed over his chest as he puffed more steam from his nostrils. "Another job go bad?" His voice growled low. It happened. This business was unpredictable. Unless you had a lot of manpower. And Smokes by himself was a lot of manpower. "Lemmie buy ya a drink an' you can tell me 'bout it." He leaned in closer.

Kira continues to tap away on her phone. Piano fingers dancing rapidly over keys, an email? A text? She notices his advancement further into her space but doesn't seem to acknowledge it.

Smokes, despite his scary appearance and current pissed off demeanor, was a good dog. She held very little fear of him. Perhaps it was foolish on her part to trust someone she barely knew like that. But he'd done her a favor or two before. He gave her all the reasons in the world to trust him.

A drink is mentioned and a 'send' button sound plinks through the air. Her amber eyes peer up at him through the swelling and the purple. Kira was beginning to drink a bit more whenever Smokes was around. His vibe was contagious. Maybe it was a pack mentality thing? Her trying to fit in?

"Not much to tell. Nothing so dramatic as last time. No need for the theatrics. Though I couldn't say no to a free drink, yannow?" She grins widely, warmly.

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[burdened-girl]

abyzzzmal, pt. i

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Tabby hesitantly rapped on the unfamiliar door, the inevitable pause making her wonder if she should just leave.

"H-Hey," the scrappy redhead muttered, her voice cracking. Shaky, outstretched hands contained a familiar book: The Secret Garden.

"Did you leave this at my house? It's okay if you did, it's okay. I, uh, I just want to know." She tried to adjust the tone of her voice, worrying that it was coming off as mean.

[violeteyedkiller]

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At the squeeze, his fingers shift to claws instinctively. Stan at least manages to prevent himself from sinking them into Archer's arms. Instead he reaches down and takes his arms, using his strength to pull himself free.

"I know it's been some time. But..." It hasn't actually been that long. Right? He's been feeling his grasp of passing time slipping even more than it used to, so he was unsure.

"Just...give a little warning before you give such a sudden and tight squeeze next time. Alright? Wouldn't want to have to take you to Peter's again..."

[meadowlarksabove]

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Archer blushed as they thanked him. He set the small tray down on the table between them, took his drink, and fell to a sit. He leaned into their cleaning touch and thanked them in return. "I'm alright. The sunburns heal as fast as they come and I have to remind myself to drink water. Summer was slow to start and I think I planted my tomatoes too early, but only time will tell." He glanced up at the sun and squinted. Turning back to his drink. How did Gabban handle these shifts in temperature? A being such as them? "How... are you fairing?"

“I’m sure your tomatoes will do fine. But you, well, you should care for your skin more. Even if you heal from anything that hurts you, it still bothers me that you hurt at all.” Gabban picked up his glass of salted water and opened his throat from the front, exposing a gaping maw full of waiting tongues. Slowly, he poured the water into the newly formed cavity which gurgled even as he resumed speaking. “I’m fine.” 

Summer wasn’t always a bad time for him, only in especially dry locations did he ever notice a negative change on his tongues. But that was easily cured with more water. “I like the heat. Especially if the humidity is all the way up. It’s winter that I don’t…” He smiled instead of finishing his thought, choosing to shake his head and soundlessly finish the rest of his water. 

“Is this season a bad time for you?”

[magicmonstersandmischief]

“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.” - for anyone you want I guess? Random first meetings?

"I don't. Want to talk about it," Steph glanced away with a huff, but took Archer's offered hand to help her stand from the ball she'd curled up in. "We can talk about literally anything else, though," she tugged at her own sleeves, "Can we get outta here?"

[cicero-the-assassin]

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He was aware that the level of involvement Attigo had in his life was unusual for most. However, nothing their kind did was 'usual' or 'natural'. Who was Archer to question it? He was the lowest step on the feeding chain of predators. A vulture hovering for scraps and waiting his turn, too afraid to use his talons to take what he wanted. What he needed. He had always assumed that was due to some defect in his personality, in his morals. Yet as Lucio stated, those were both trained to some extent. Far more than Archer could even fathom. He flinched slightly and ripped his head back as Lucio offered to help. It was not a threat no, but those words in another's mouth would be. Now Archer kept his gaze fixed on the other, waiting for that break in the tension when he would pounce or relent. He gazed down as he offered money, charity, kinship. Archer swallowed uneasy, unsure why it felt difficult to believe. Lucio so far had acted nothing like his Master Attigo. He could only trust his words. What a feeling it was that he did recognize Archer. A feeling Archer could not put words too yet besides fluttering and excitable. He relaxed slowly and smiled, able to meet his gaze again. "I- I suppose it is. It's very lonely when you aren't known. Sometimes I wonder I... I have the strange urge to walk into a crowded room and simply scream. I don't know if anyone would notice me otherwise."

"As if I am a ghost."

His grasp was loose, Archer slips out of it quite easily. The poor boy was constricted and held prisoner often enough. He had little desire to subject him to the exact same thing. He takes no offense.

But he's aware that is something he'd never try with his master. Perhaps these little acts of individualism was Archer becoming more comfortable in his presence.

Relent is his route, his stance passive in nature. Lucio's clawed hands hide behind his back, twiddling his thumbs. Archer seemed so confused, so unsure of whether to trust him.

"I cannot imagine it has been easy for you," He muses, shrugging his shoulders slightly, resulting in a pop of his bones, "To be so isolated and cut off from the world, I cannot say that I know what that is like- but I sympathize." There is a general aura about him, calming and soothing. A low hum of white noise that no one can here but is definitely there. He is trying to comfort him without even touching him.

"We are all ghosts, for as known as I make myself, not many know what my nature truly is. Just our own kind. And not many of them socialize with me for the pleasure of my company. As you may have noted from your Master's distaste for me. Then again, he has a distaste for most anyone."

Lucio sighs, taking a seat, reclining in a chair of his, stretching like a cat.

"You don't need to worry about that for now though- you are far less alone now than you were a mere, what? Days ago? And though my sister has not met you, she is also aware of you. She wishes to meet you sometime during your stay with me. Trust me when I tell you you will get more attention than you are bargaining for.

So no worries. And- as I said, you're always free to speak your mind to me. I'd prefer it rather than invading your privacy. You will not owe me if you want something, so ask away."

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[thecatgoddessbast]

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

"Just a moment of your time." The somber gaze in her eyes spoke an ocean of words. "May I?" She nodded her head towards the all-too-small door frame.

[justatouchjaded]

“You’re slurring. Another seizure?”

(High pain tolerance starters | Accepting!)

“Just… a small one. I think. It’s fine,” Diamond said. Slowly; making a concerted effort to speak more clearly.

Which didn’t change the fact that the answer was still ‘yes.’ Diamond sighed and rested his elbows on the table, forehead cupped in one hand as he massaged his temples.

“Not the first this week, though. Might have t’adjust my meds,” he admitted in a mutter. Though he knew what he should do was get another doctor or mage to take a proper look at him. Sometimes he did just stop responding as well to any given antiepileptic, but given the timing… the vampires may well have done lasting damage.

[burdened-boy]

"I don't need to kill anyone to bury them." - perhaps from Smokes? Maybe the two discuss ' work '.

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Limbo had a special rack in the trunk of his car. It held his shovel, neatly keeping it out of the way, and from getting anything dirty. He clipped the tool in, securing it with a small ratchet strap.

"Look, I'm not exactly a poet or anything, but..."

"Death is the only certainty. It's the only thing you can trust, then, right?"

[justashadetalkative]

A gift mailed to Diamond with Archer's return address. Inside he will find a small collection of dark chocolates, tea bags, and a copy of Charlotte's Web. Inside the cover it there's the inscription, "To Diamond. After all we've suffered together, some heart felt wonder is much needed. I think deep down we both resonate with Charlotte. With love, Archer."

A few weeks later, Archer receives a return package. Within is a soft alpaca scarf, clean white and pale gray in color and appearing to be hand-knit; a tin of tea; and a copy of The Last Unicorn. Inside the book's cover is inscribed, "To Archer. Perhaps you may find comfort here as I do; a reminder that even when one thinks ones' time or chance has passed, there almost certainly remains something worth doing, and some wonder in the world yet to be found. With love, Diamond."

There is also a small note tucked within the books pages. It reads, "I was touched by your gift. Thank you. My days have been brighter, started warmed by the tea and ended with chocolate and some time spent reading, than they have for a while."

(Referencing threads on @justatouchjaded where Diamond is in a sighted incarnation!)

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He lowered his torn and battered reading material and watched her drag across the floor. Even from here he could tell that she looked probably as badly as she sounded. "Why don't you sit. Lay down." He instantly jumped to his feet and slid up to her side. One hand gingerly taking her by the elbow and the other her palm. He led her over to where he was sitting and now that he was close enough he could see the flush of her face and the cold sweat in her brow. Just walking seemed like a strain. "Aah- I will make you a tea. And some toast. Maybe some soup." He worried, wishing they were back on his farm where he could heal her better. He didn't know what she had here but he would find it!

Kira's breathing is purposefully deep. Trying to keep her focus but finding it increasingly difficult due to the heavy fatigue taking over her. It wasn't disease. Well, not of her own making.

She can't remember the last time she ate. Low blood sugar and no sleep didn't make for good companions.

She felt clammy all over, her hands shook and she felt confused.

Asking for help wasn't something she liked to do, but she was so tired. And if she went to sleep, she'd likely wake up in an even worse state. What's the use of having him around if she treated him like a ghost?

"Something quick," She mumbles, letting him take her by the arm and lead her to sit on the couch. Almost immediately she slumps herself over onto her side. Laying down.

"Tired. There's an icebox in the kitchenette. Bound to be something of merit."

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He flutters his eyelashes upon Archer and his blessed compliments whence reflected within the silvery mirror, his lashes long and his loosened hair framing his face in that medallion Way what turns heads and beams Roland's face atop those crooning, peaked mountains. And then he laughs, throwing his head back; slipping his arm within Archer's own and bumping shoulders and leaning his cheek to that shoulder, romantic and companionable and determined to share that sacred Space.

"Art thou so committed to Beauty?" inquires he, watching the shape of their communion through the mirror. Roland's eyebrows bounce in thrice. "Wouldst thou borne willing to be affixed and painted for that blushing Cheek, that dash of eyeshadow, that swoop of the sharpened Liner, whence placed by mine own hand? Wouldst thou be willing to be painted, by me, dear Heart?"

[violeteyedkiller]

@archerwhiterp caught Hunter Killer's attention (again)

"Why there you are little rabbit."

His claws grip Archer's face all too tightly.

"Did you miss me?"

[edelweissmage]

🍳

My muse will cook something for you!

Vailintin hums happily as they flip a piece of crispy bacon onto a wire rack to let the grease drip off. Into the remaining bacon grease, they crack two eggs and begin scrambling them. This morning, the smell of breakfast is a welcome one in the Delacey House as Vailintin's cousins rouse themselves from a long night of slumber.

Looking over their shoulder, Vailintin smiles at their guest. "Guests eat first. Your eggs should be ready soon. Would you like anything else? We have some fruit, or I can make you some toast? Breakfast potatoes?"

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