Leo melts into the kiss, not feeling any of the fire on him from her curse
She ignores them, pulling back after Oliver is healed.
She pulls back after a moment, sighing happily "That feels good, every time."
(Made an intro for a character I might use here, wanna see it?)
Theren frowns.
He nods, staring lovingly.
*Sure*
*Here ya go*
A chilling wind fills the dome, the sound of clashing blades stopping for a moment as the air seems to be cut into silence.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They have a blade on their back, which shares that unique shade of radiant silver, before they take it off of their back as they sit down, resting it in their lap. When they rest, something seems to shatter, but not sounding like bone or something of the like, but rather like glass, as if they had bottles or something in their armored boots, but that would be insane, right? Blood begins to leak from the feet of their armor, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice and even if he does notice, he doesn’t seem to react in the slightest, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
Merabelle sighs, looking to Theren, "I'm sorry, I'm bein' childish."
She cradles their head, wrapping her arms around their neck.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Leo melts into the kiss, not feeling any of the fire on him from her curse
She ignores them, pulling back after Oliver is healed.
She pulls back after a moment, sighing happily "That feels good, every time."
(Made an intro for a character I might use here, wanna see it?)
Theren frowns.
He nods, staring lovingly.
*Sure*
*Here ya go*
A chilling wind fills the dome, the sound of clashing blades stopping for a moment as the air seems to be cut into silence.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They have a blade on their back, which shares that unique shade of radiant silver, before they take it off of their back as they sit down, resting it in their lap. When they rest, something seems to shatter, but not sounding like bone or something of the like, but rather like glass, as if they had bottles or something in their armored boots, but that would be insane, right? Blood begins to leak from the feet of their armor, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice and even if he does notice, he doesn’t seem to react in the slightest, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
Merabelle sighs, looking to Theren, "I'm sorry, I'm bein' childish."
She cradles their head, wrapping her arms around their neck.
*Very very nice*
"You are." he says evenly, continuing to heal Oliver. Whenever Merabelle tries to help he swats her hand away
He smiles happily. "So, when can we leave for our honeymoon?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren sighs. "Tell me whats goin on in that head in yours."
"Yes please!"
*Intro if you want to interact.*
A chilling wind makes it’s way through the town of Lord’s Point. All the bustling of business, talking and everything suddenly goes silent for an eerie moment.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They are walking towards the Lord’s Rest Inn, as they do, the sound of shattering breaks the silence, but not like the sound of breaking bone, but rather glass. The sound shifts with every step as blood begins to leak from their armor boots, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice, if they did, they probably would be frantically trying to take the boots off, it would be insane not to. They take the blade off of their back as they take a seat inside of the Inn, the blade shares that unique shade of radiant silver resting it in their lap, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
"Just... I might not get the chance ta raise these kids o' mine." She shakes her head, "But that ain't somethin' ya should worry about."
She smiles, picking up all of their luggage, "You wanted to go to a beach, right?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Theren sighs. "Tell me whats goin on in that head in yours."
"Yes please!"
*Intro if you want to interact.*
A chilling wind makes it’s way through the town of Lord’s Point. All the bustling of business, talking and everything suddenly goes silent for an eerie moment.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They are walking towards the Lord’s Rest Inn, as they do, the sound of shattering breaks the silence, but not like the sound of breaking bone, but rather glass. The sound shifts with every step as blood begins to leak from their armor boots, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice, if they did, they probably would be frantically trying to take the boots off, it would be insane not to. They take the blade off of their back as they take a seat inside of the Inn, the blade shares that unique shade of radiant silver resting it in their lap, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
"Just... I might not get the chance ta raise these kids o' mine." She shakes her head, "But that ain't somethin' ya should worry about."
She smiles, picking up all of their luggage, "You wanted to go to a beach, right?"
*maybe later*
"You will. I'll drag your soul back if you die."
He nods, grabbing his own luggage.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She shakes her head, "I'm fine, Theren. Don't push." She says back.
She softly pats the finished product, "Nice job, honey." She takes their hand, smiling at them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Theren sighs, frustrated as he tends to Oliver's wounds.
Leo gently squeezes her hand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She reaches out and hand to Oliver, helping heal them, though she seems to burn herself on contact.
She smiles brightly and kisses them, leaning all the way in.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Take care of your own wounds." he snaps.
Leo melts into the kiss, not feeling any of the fire on him from her curse
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Misha https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=525094986/*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She ignores them, pulling back after Oliver is healed.
She pulls back after a moment, sighing happily "That feels good, every time."
(Made an intro for a character I might use here, wanna see it?)
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Theren frowns.
He nods, staring lovingly.
*Sure*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*very pretty*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Here ya go*
A chilling wind fills the dome, the sound of clashing blades stopping for a moment as the air seems to be cut into silence.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They have a blade on their back, which shares that unique shade of radiant silver, before they take it off of their back as they sit down, resting it in their lap. When they rest, something seems to shatter, but not sounding like bone or something of the like, but rather like glass, as if they had bottles or something in their armored boots, but that would be insane, right? Blood begins to leak from the feet of their armor, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice and even if he does notice, he doesn’t seem to react in the slightest, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
Merabelle sighs, looking to Theren, "I'm sorry, I'm bein' childish."
She cradles their head, wrapping her arms around their neck.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Very very nice*
"You are." he says evenly, continuing to heal Oliver. Whenever Merabelle tries to help he swats her hand away
He smiles happily. "So, when can we leave for our honeymoon?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Thank you, might bring them here, gotta adjust the intro though.*
She does, but stops after the first time, beginning to heal herself the old fashioned way, wrapping herself with bandages.
"When would you like to leave for our honeymoon?" She asks, getting up from the couch.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*mk*
"You better get well soon. I cant take care of another kid."
"As soon as possible."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She just shakes her head, continuing to bandage herself up.
"We can go today if you want to." She says, walking over to their bed.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Theren sighs. "Tell me whats goin on in that head in yours."
"Yes please!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Intro if you want to interact.*
A chilling wind makes it’s way through the town of Lord’s Point. All the bustling of business, talking and everything suddenly goes silent for an eerie moment.
The Moon shines down despite it being the day, providing some kind of strange, soothing feeling, like a song that no one in the world can hope to hear, yet everyone knows the lyrics. Someone seems to be arriving at the same time, that same soothing feeling coming from them as they make their way inside. They are clad in armor that seems to be broken and cracked in some places, with silk under and over the armor, golden and silver colors, soft looking. They are lanky, though they appear strong and well kept, with eyes that share that same color. They are walking towards the Lord’s Rest Inn, as they do, the sound of shattering breaks the silence, but not like the sound of breaking bone, but rather glass. The sound shifts with every step as blood begins to leak from their armor boots, but the armored stranger doesn’t seem to notice, if they did, they probably would be frantically trying to take the boots off, it would be insane not to. They take the blade off of their back as they take a seat inside of the Inn, the blade shares that unique shade of radiant silver resting it in their lap, beginning to sharpen his blade as he hums that song with no name to himself, impossible to comprehend, and yet perfectly simple.
"Just... I might not get the chance ta raise these kids o' mine." She shakes her head, "But that ain't somethin' ya should worry about."
She smiles, picking up all of their luggage, "You wanted to go to a beach, right?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*maybe later*
"You will. I'll drag your soul back if you die."
He nods, grabbing his own luggage.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Maybe,*
"Might not end up with a soul ta drag back." She shakes her head, "That ain't gonna happen, I'll be fine."
She leads them to a wagon, putting her things inside and expecting them to follow.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"promise me."
"I can get Festus to fly us there."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you want to rp theren?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
She looks up at them, "I promise, no more tappin' inta dark magics, nothin' else."
"Trust me, this is faster, and Festus can come too."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)