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ravenpawn‌:

You’re trying to catch up with your bird when you see someone suddenly grab him. You barely contain a scream as you hurry forward, because the only thing that you fear as much as your own harm is harm towards Churro.

You arrive out of breath to see Churro unharmed in the woman’s grasp.

[Wisdom (Perception): 6 + 1 = 7]

Pointy ears? Drop dead beauty? Yep, that’s an elf. 

❝Ah… um…❞ You nod, somewhat dumbfounded by said beauty. 

「Quit being gay and get me out of here, you idiot child!」

"Don't worry. I merely wanted him to stop before he caused any more damage." With how things seemed to be going from her perspective, this girl stood no chance of catching up. Gently, she pets the feathers of the crow. Though faint, she is definitely able to surmise that this is no ordinary bird, and he should feel the same of her being no ordinary woman. "Now, now...I'll be letting you go to your master, beautiful one." Having said so, she releases the bird from her grasp.

"Though...if he continues as he is, won't you have trouble popping the balloons? Or will he be a good boy and do as you say?"

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ravenpawn‌:

❝Churro! No, wait!❞ You’re chasing your bird down the street. You asked him to pop some balloons to help you survive this game. And he’s trying to pop the balloon, alright.

Except he’s trying to pop the ones that make you lose points.  ❝Please! Not that one!❞

"My oh my..." What a rowdy bird this crow was, causing trouble for its master. It'd be problematic if he continued to garner points in the negatives for her and Semiramis is feeling a bit charitable, so....she plucks the bird from flight as soon as it tries to fly past her to another balloon. He struggles, of course, but her grasp is firm as she awaits for the young lady to catch up. "Your friend was getting carried away, wasn't he?"

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"Oh, Elizabeth...you're in love with him and you don't even know it..." The living room dimly lit, accompanied by the sounds of the television along with commentary from Semiramis, who was comfortably seated on the couch. It had quickly become routine to wait for her housemates to take their leave elsewhere, leaving her alone for a good majority of the day. While it had at first been boring, she'd found a quick interest in watching movies, namely those of the romantic kind. And today's movie?

Pride and Prejudice. Originally famed literature turned into a motion picture. While she found herself annoyed at the leading man's attitude, she does enjoy the game of cat and mouse that they play with each other. "Darcy, you fool..." She comments, leaning forward as she watches the scene unfold before her. On the screen, the two of them danced and Semiramis watched ever so closely on the edge of her seat. Breath hitching in her throat as they came close together, with just enough distance to know that they were indeed experiencing feelings for each other.

"Kiss already."

@flammesnoir​ 

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ginnotkin replied to your post: “Speak of your sex life so brazenly to the public...

One time I had this paddle and–

I have paddles too. Maybe you can see them if you just come down with me into my cellar.

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"Speak of your sex life so brazenly to the public and you may not have one any longer in the coming weeks."

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helsflower‌:

     ❃ her heart sinks ever so slightly at the stranger’s response, the girl’s expression remaining as gloomy as ever. She had dearly hoped that her enthusiasm had not been too off putting… But unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the case. At the very least, the woman does well to hide any more displeasure Eir may have stirred within her and for that, the princess finds herself a little thankful.

     ❝ Ah, well… ❞ for now she pauses in her words, pale cerulean hues glancing over at the spot the woman now pats beside her. If she had been such a bother, why would she wish to engage in conversation with her? Perhaps she is in need of something that the young monarch could help with? 

     in a way, Eir wouldn’t be surprised; after all, her mother has acted much in the same manner as this stranger before.

     ❝ If you are certain, then I will keep you company for a while, ❞ she finally answers quietly, slowly walking over to the bench now. Softly does she take her seat beside the stranger, smoothing out some wrinkles in her dress skirt before she looks over at her once more.

     ❝ And I was just… Feeling nostalgic, I suppose. I was reminded of a time that has long since passed, ❞

Her long silver hair, gloomy disposition, and manner of dressing are all taken into account as the Queen looks the girl over. She was beautiful, in a simple kind of way. But beyond outward appearances seemed a sense of insecurity. Perhaps, in some way, she could prove to be useful or at the very least an acquaintance that Semiramis would not mind having around. As the girl takes the seat offered to her, Semiramis's friendly gestures continue. Though she was certain that the girl was intimidated, maybe that would melt away in due time. The friendly conversation should help.

"Nostalgic, you say?" She knew the feeling all too well. Thinking of pleasanter times in her life. The environment allowed her to do such things. "Care to elaborate on such times? Or is that too much of a personal question?" Her question is curious, yet gentle in tone. It's best to tread softly with these types, that's how you reel them in. Well, that and her next inquiry. "I too, am reminded of times that have happened far in the past."

"I do not have many fond memories, but the few that I do possess, I cherish." Relating to her should also help. Though it's just a hunch that she goes off of. "It makes them all the more important to remember."

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keteritae‌:

     @tovanity.

     SAVIOR’S RESPITE CERTAINLY HELD TRUE TO ITS NAME, and though he was no savior per se, he found a comfort in the isolation, a peace in the nothingness beyond but a vast ocean, as if he were the last man on this Earth. But as of late, this solace felt tainted, poisoned by a quiet loneliness reaching for his shoulder. He had been able to outrun it for so long, dismiss it as little more than a thought, but… this time, it was far too real a feeling to ignore. 

     He paid it no mind for now however, resuming his experiments and observing the results– the likeness of a dove constructed of earth and his magic, engraved with floral patterns– flutter above his head. A nagging prickle at his spine would soon beckon his attention, head scarcely angling toward a shoulder. Usually his senses were so much more astute, even when preoccupied, but he supposed this the work of presence concealment. He is forced to acknowledge this particular company, he does so evenly and without deterring focus from his work.

          ❝ Assassin of Red. ❞ he addressed his former… associate, brief as it may have been, without ire nor fear, ❝ It has been some time. ❞

     Caster did not delight in small talk, so rather than wile away the minutes tip-toeing around the crux of the matter, his creations settled on his shoulders, while he turned to then fix her with a stare.

          ❝ I cannot wait to find out what brings you here. ❞ Perhaps the scenery has charmed her as well, but he must remain wary nonetheless.

As expected, while her presence concealment certainly does its job properly, it is no match for the cleverness of an old acquaintance. The game was over if it could ever really considered that in the first place. "Oh? You're able to recall who I am..." That amuses her, it's cause enough for one of her sly smiles. To think that they would be able to meet each other again in such a place, in this...Savior's Respite seemed fitting.

"I simply felt a presence, which I followed." It was not hard to discern the aura of their kind and she had made it a habit of knowing just who exactly found their way to this city. Eyes then fall to the creatures that sit upon his shoulders. Semiramis is not surprised, in fact, it only serves to further her amusement. That he would conjure dovelike creatures, she cannot help but suspect that such creations had been intentional.

As usual, he is straight to the point in the conversation. "I like it, the scenery. You so happen to be intruding upon the place in which I feel most at ease." Not that his presence changes that fact. They were no longer enemies, no longer had any ties at all, so why should she feel threatened? But even knowing that, she does not let down her guard and the same can be assumed of him. "I assume you move independently, now. Free of a master." How nice that must have been if it were true.

"Or perhaps you have yet to find them, whoever they may be."

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chalicearrow‌:

“That is… a logical way of looking at it.” And a cold one, but with even less ability to join in and test it out himself, it made enough sense. “Then the more somber discussions are only mistakes. It must have been wishful thinking that it offered some comfort to them.”

"I'm glad that you see things my way." She hums. "Wishful thinking is wasted on the people of this city. I assume you have yet to see how easily they turn on those who do not share the same emotions towards topics. A sad sight, truly, to see someone shunned for daring to think differently."

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chalicearrow‌:

“All of them. It should accomplish something if it means going through that difficulty each time.” He also hasn’t seen the beauty of complaining, when it’s petty.

"On the contrary, it accomplishes nothing. These topics do not come up for any special reason. They are only reoccurring to reinforce the fact that most of this city’s inhabitants constantly wallow in self-pity without doing anything to change it. Think about it, haven’t you seen the negativity that comes with each discussion?" Finally, someone who may just agree with her.

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amourfleurissant‌:

      “Loved would probably be the best option!” Her discontent goes right over his head, “Too many people in these years feel so unloved, it is truly awful.”

"If that is supposed to inspire feelings of love then I'm afraid you'll have to do much better." Gods, this man is dense. “Do you think feeling loved by a stranger would make any difference to most people? Unless they were desperate.”

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chalicearrow‌:

“Is there a reason some speak up about a topic they find disheartening often?” It’s sincere, if questionably phrased, curiosity.

"Which topic do you speak of? Love? Relationships? Or the underlying depression everyone seems to feel at being unable to be with their loved ones? Perhaps all three combined?"

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magicpact‌:

            Instantly enthralled and captured by her apparent refinement and outward beauty, an inaudible sound passes his lips once he catches sight of her seated at a table on her own, located at the back of the establishment. Despite this attraction and desire to approach her, he hesitates for a moment or two; alongside that allure of hers, she exudes a rather dangerous aura that he quickly picks up on, which causes him reevaluate drawing closer to her. “What to do…” With his head titling side to side in a back and forth motion, he finally concludes on advancing ( albeit with caution ) with the justification that she could be knowledgeable about facts concerning this island—something that would be beneficial to someone like him, seeing as how he had just arrived here.

            Once he’s directly across from her, his hand gracefully props up over the top railing of the chair that had currently been empty. “Is this seat taken?”

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She is not often approached by strangers. More often than not, she manages to keep them at bay. This man, however, proves to be bold in his advances. Semiramis is not fooled. There is no innocence in his request, for when she looks up at him she can surmise that this man is certainly not ordinary. "Hm, I wonder..." She smiles, warm and inviting as one finger idly outlines the rim of her coffee cup. If he is brave enough to take the seat across from her, then she'll entertain him for the moment.

"I suppose it is taken by you now, isn't it?" That's enough of an indication for him to sit down. "There are plenty of people here by their lonesome and yet you choose to take the empty seat across from me, how curious..."

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causerank‌:

“Semi’s chocolate?” Wow, where has he heard this before?

“Uhm… well, last time… They weren’t bad, but…” She sure as fuck poisoned him, didn’t she? And now that his poison resistance is gone… “Maybe you should try going for something sweet this time?” Like, normal????

“Braver this time around aren’t we, Master?” She had poisoned him last year, it’d be basically spinning a roulette this time around when the concern of her doing it again comes into question.

“Poison can be sweet, you know.”

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“I will bestow upon anyone a Valentine chocolate, however...you must answer one question.” There is a very, very long pause. “How do you assume chocolate given by me would taste?”