"And he just sits there all day.." is what anybody who's asked about Will ends their recounting with. His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you. He's a white raigaar with piercing blue eyes and a braided mane. His clothes are baggy, sporty golf player like, and he's very strong and tall. His name is Will, and he just sits in the booth in the tavern, leaned back against the wall, eyes flickering to anybody who passes, a polite smile and a nice conversation in tow to anybody who stops.
His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you.
Thirteen is at the bar, playing chess with Caramel.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It isn’t fine, I’m sorry… I love you too.” He stands back to his feet, “How do I make it up to you?”
She begins gathering things, using the ingredients she has available, really just guessing how this works.
Xavier is cleaning his prosthetic
"You don't.. I just have to deal with it."
he just watches her, bored.
The Duchess sits down to them, reading her book on the Feywild.
“Not going to accept that. I made a mistake, I’m going to make up for it, even if that means something like finding you a ring made of stars.”
She eventually lies down next to them on the bed, “And now we wait.”
He recites the page she's on perfectly
"You can't fix everything, Rag." she says, standing up and harrumphing over to his recliner
"For what?.. who are you?"
She closes the book, a bit surprised, “Now what is the point in reading if your beautiful voice tells me everything inside?”
He sighs, sitting down next to the recliner, “I can try, will you let me try?” He asks, leaning against the giant chair.
“For the medicine to finish, I’m no one important.” She says, chuckling.
"Oh, sorry.. during recovery I kept reading that book... it was interesting to hear about a place so close to hone from another perspective"
"..fine.. just, get up here, first.." she moves for him to sit down, prepped to lay down on him after
"Okay.." he lays there with her.
“No no no, I love it, I’ve read this book many times over, and now you’ve given me a new chance to experience it. Though the voice of my own beloved.” She sighs happily.
He stands up, slowly sitting down in the chair, to which it makes the softest of creaks, leaning back in the chair, “I love you, and I am sorry.”
She looks over to them, “Could you open your mouth for me?” She takes out some medical tools.
"And he just sits there all day.." is what anybody who's asked about Will ends their recounting with. His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you. He's a white raigaar with piercing blue eyes and a braided mane. His clothes are baggy, sporty golf player like, and he's very strong and tall. His name is Will, and he just sits in the booth in the tavern, leaned back against the wall, eyes flickering to anybody who passes, a polite smile and a nice conversation in tow to anybody who stops.
His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you.
Thirteen is at the bar, playing chess with Caramel.
Will gets up for the first time today and saunters over to them, sitting next to Thirteen.
Both of them look to him. "Hello, good sir." Thirteen nods to him.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It isn’t fine, I’m sorry… I love you too.” He stands back to his feet, “How do I make it up to you?”
She begins gathering things, using the ingredients she has available, really just guessing how this works.
Xavier is cleaning his prosthetic
"You don't.. I just have to deal with it."
he just watches her, bored.
The Duchess sits down to them, reading her book on the Feywild.
“Not going to accept that. I made a mistake, I’m going to make up for it, even if that means something like finding you a ring made of stars.”
She eventually lies down next to them on the bed, “And now we wait.”
He recites the page she's on perfectly
"You can't fix everything, Rag." she says, standing up and harrumphing over to his recliner
"For what?.. who are you?"
She closes the book, a bit surprised, “Now what is the point in reading if your beautiful voice tells me everything inside?”
He sighs, sitting down next to the recliner, “I can try, will you let me try?” He asks, leaning against the giant chair.
“For the medicine to finish, I’m no one important.” She says, chuckling.
"Oh, sorry.. during recovery I kept reading that book... it was interesting to hear about a place so close to hone from another perspective"
"..fine.. just, get up here, first.." she moves for him to sit down, prepped to lay down on him after
"Okay.." he lays there with her.
“No no no, I love it, I’ve read this book many times over, and now you’ve given me a new chance to experience it. Though the voice of my own beloved.” She sighs happily.
He stands up, slowly sitting down in the chair, to which it makes the softest of creaks, leaning back in the chair, “I love you, and I am sorry.”
She looks over to them, “Could you open your mouth for me?” She takes out some medical tools.
He smiles, putting his prosthetic back on.
She lays across him. "Why would you pick me up like that?"
"Sure." he opens his maw.
She holds tightly to them, “Would you want to get married soon, dear?”
He thinks about it for a moment, before saying “You grew taller than me, I thought it was the right thing to do, I was wrong.”
She begins to measure some of his teeth, “Do you remember my name?”
“It isn’t fine, I’m sorry… I love you too.” He stands back to his feet, “How do I make it up to you?”
She begins gathering things, using the ingredients she has available, really just guessing how this works.
Xavier is cleaning his prosthetic
"You don't.. I just have to deal with it."
he just watches her, bored.
The Duchess sits down to them, reading her book on the Feywild.
“Not going to accept that. I made a mistake, I’m going to make up for it, even if that means something like finding you a ring made of stars.”
She eventually lies down next to them on the bed, “And now we wait.”
He recites the page she's on perfectly
"You can't fix everything, Rag." she says, standing up and harrumphing over to his recliner
"For what?.. who are you?"
She closes the book, a bit surprised, “Now what is the point in reading if your beautiful voice tells me everything inside?”
He sighs, sitting down next to the recliner, “I can try, will you let me try?” He asks, leaning against the giant chair.
“For the medicine to finish, I’m no one important.” She says, chuckling.
"Oh, sorry.. during recovery I kept reading that book... it was interesting to hear about a place so close to hone from another perspective"
"..fine.. just, get up here, first.." she moves for him to sit down, prepped to lay down on him after
"Okay.." he lays there with her.
“No no no, I love it, I’ve read this book many times over, and now you’ve given me a new chance to experience it. Though the voice of my own beloved.” She sighs happily.
He stands up, slowly sitting down in the chair, to which it makes the softest of creaks, leaning back in the chair, “I love you, and I am sorry.”
She looks over to them, “Could you open your mouth for me?” She takes out some medical tools.
He smiles, putting his prosthetic back on.
She lays across him. "Why would you pick me up like that?"
"Sure." he opens his maw.
She holds tightly to them, “Would you want to get married soon, dear?”
He thinks about it for a moment, before saying “You grew taller than me, I thought it was the right thing to do, I was wrong.”
She begins to measure some of his teeth, “Do you remember my name?”
"And he just sits there all day.." is what anybody who's asked about Will ends their recounting with. His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you. He's a white raigaar with piercing blue eyes and a braided mane. His clothes are baggy, sporty golf player like, and he's very strong and tall. His name is Will, and he just sits in the booth in the tavern, leaned back against the wall, eyes flickering to anybody who passes, a polite smile and a nice conversation in tow to anybody who stops.
His name is Will, and he just wants what's best for you.
Thirteen is at the bar, playing chess with Caramel.
Will gets up for the first time today and saunters over to them, sitting next to Thirteen.
Both of them look to him. "Hello, good sir." Thirteen nods to him.
"Good evening, fine folks." his voice is calming and reassuring, his smile bright, white with perfect teeth.
"Who are you?"
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She closes the book, a bit surprised, “Now what is the point in reading if your beautiful voice tells me everything inside?”
He sighs, sitting down next to the recliner, “I can try, will you let me try?” He asks, leaning against the giant chair.
“For the medicine to finish, I’m no one important.” She says, chuckling.
*Naturally, now that you are captured, we can talk about many a thing.*
*I wanna make a scary character :/*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*what kind of scary?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen is at the bar, playing chess with Caramel.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“No no no, I love it, I’ve read this book many times over, and now you’ve given me a new chance to experience it. Though the voice of my own beloved.” She sighs happily.
He stands up, slowly sitting down in the chair, to which it makes the softest of creaks, leaning back in the chair, “I love you, and I am sorry.”
She looks over to them, “Could you open your mouth for me?” She takes out some medical tools.
Both of them look to him. "Hello, good sir." Thirteen nods to him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She holds tightly to them, “Would you want to get married soon, dear?”
He thinks about it for a moment, before saying “You grew taller than me, I thought it was the right thing to do, I was wrong.”
She begins to measure some of his teeth, “Do you remember my name?”
She holds tightly to them, “Would you want to get married soon, dear?”
He thinks about it for a moment, before saying “You grew taller than me, I thought it was the right thing to do, I was wrong.”
She begins to measure some of his teeth, “Do you remember my name?”
"Who are you?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh also does anyone else want to rp?*
*why sure*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Who do ya want?*
*Cut for Salem.*
She smiles, looking at the prosthetic “Fantastic, I’ll marry you soon then, if that’s okay.”
“Like a… [gp]ing dumb[gp]…” He says, disappointed in himself, closing his eyes.
“Paracelsus, but close enough.” She eventually pulls the tools out.