Stumbling into the tavern cold and confused, is a shortish woman with dark grey-brown skin and matted long red hair. Her face is scarred and one of her eyes is icy blue, whereas the other is glassy and dark. she sits at the bar, looking dazed
Next to her, Aeris is frantically pouring over a book, looking very stressed.
she doesn't seem to recognise her. It's been some years since she died, after all
Nor does aeris, not at first... "excuse me, uhm, ma'am?"
"mm?" she looks up slightly
"What do you know about Octan's Roses?..."
"I think I like them. Sorry, my memory's sort of foggy"
"Oh, uhm, And, Vanderbilt Academy? Does... that mean much to you?"
"I'm not sure. The name rings a bell." she rubs her eyes
Aeris hands them her open locket, hands clenched a bit. "If you can remember your name... and... if you're who I think you are.. this is us..."
"My name is Peony." she looks at the locket and back at aeris. "I..."
As the name escapes their lips, Aeris gives them a swift hug, choking back tears. "F[GP].... it's you... honey...."
They seem confused, still struggling to recall, yet they know they know aeris. But the hug feels strange. Their skin is cold and dead, devoid of a heartbeat
The contact is enough, she pulls back, sitting back down, clearing her throat. "Sorry, sorry... uhm... You.. were the first, a-and the last, person I loved...."
"Love..." they clutch their heart and stare at aeris. Suddenly, their eyes light up. "Aeris?"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Domino is wearing a slightly skimpy costume, nothing too seriously revealing, but not Damian approved, but its not like she cares. She's mingling in the throng of things, dancing with whoever.
*How old is domino? i recall you said they aged fast*
*at this point, it'd be around 16-17*
*wow, that is fast*
*demon/herangon blood. aging slows rapidly once they mature tho.*
*Oooo, fun :D* *Hmm... who should i use...*
*oo, here*
A young man in the 'mosh pit' dancefloor with a domino mask offers a hand to spin her
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I wouldn't be your neighborhood weirdo if I didnt prepare something =]* *Salem's Halloween special: The Fluffs edition!* Saphuno is dressed as a witch, and is tending to the bar.
Damian is also dressed up, wearing black cat ears and helping serve meals.
The meals are themed, and a bit increased in price, but oh well.
He dances around the kitchen, not often getting to enjoy o Hallo’s Eve, having taken the time to make his black cat outfit himself.
Having a bit of a break, she dances with him, smiling gently down at him
He takes her hands in his, waltzing around, a smile on his own face, the collar adding to his costume “Ah, we don’t get much time like this anymore do we?”
"No, pup, we don't..This is nice, though." She says, kissing his forehead.
He grins, dipping her like he did their wedding day, kissing her fully before pulling her back up “We’ve only got so much time~”
"No." She says flatly, holding his chin dearly
He sighs, a slight grin on his face “Ah why not?”
"The last time, I went through an accelerated hell of producing life" She says, raising her eyebrows. "Those horns hurt, Damian. I'm just glad it was only her.."
He sighs once more, lowering his head a bit “Yeah. Okay.” He raises his head “How about something else instead? We don’t have to create any life.” He continues to dance.
She chuckles, opening her palm, flashing a bit of SM. "Like this?~"
He raises an eyebrow, licking his lips, because they were dry “Something like that~”
"how long has it been?" she ruffles her hair just like she used to, but it looks a little different now that it's nearly down to her shoulderblades and looks like a licorice rat's nest.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Scott is outside, dazed and confused. Khemet whispers into his ear, poisoning his mind. His skin crawls with the butterflies, eating his flesh, leaving behind scabs. His hands and feet are dirty, like he's been digging.
Home is wandering around his house because god forbid it allow him to leave. He decides to lay down on the floor in the bedroom, staring at the ceiling.
Stroth is creating trees that are made of amber bark, emerald leaves, and rose quartz flowers. She looks bored at most, seeming already get the hypothesis after messing around.
Stroth is creating trees that are made of amber bark, emerald leaves, and rose quartz flowers. She looks bored at most, seeming already get the hypothesis after messing around.
Sparrow is in the forest, putting on a costume for the spirit of the Halloween season. Taking the look of a studious wizard with a knack for magitech, using Rosemary as his sort of wand.
"Love..." they clutch their heart and stare at aeris. Suddenly, their eyes light up. "Aeris?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I am back. I got a ton of candy and got to talk to a few gaming fellows who knew what I was.*
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
*Oooo, fun :D* *Hmm... who should i use...*
*oo, here*
A young man in the 'mosh pit' dancefloor with a domino mask offers a hand to spin her
(anyone open?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Shade starts coughing into the tankard having swallowed suddenly
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*eyyy, thats great :D*
He raises an eyebrow, licking his lips, because they were dry “Something like that~”
Shade coughs harder nodding her eyes watering
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee my body hurts from walking....*
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
*cut for salem*
"how long has it been?" she ruffles her hair just like she used to, but it looks a little different now that it's nearly down to her shoulderblades and looks like a licorice rat's nest.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Ye, legs get sore lol*
*Welcome back. Happy to see you.*
*I hate my legs rn, I am discombobulating them now.*
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
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*i offer you healing mangos*
*Anywhoozle, characters.*
Scott is outside, dazed and confused. Khemet whispers into his ear, poisoning his mind. His skin crawls with the butterflies, eating his flesh, leaving behind scabs. His hands and feet are dirty, like he's been digging.
Home is wandering around his house because god forbid it allow him to leave. He decides to lay down on the floor in the bedroom, staring at the ceiling.
Stroth is creating trees that are made of amber bark, emerald leaves, and rose quartz flowers. She looks bored at most, seeming already get the hypothesis after messing around.
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
Sparrow is in the forest, putting on a costume for the spirit of the Halloween season. Taking the look of a studious wizard with a knack for magitech, using Rosemary as his sort of wand.