Edmund paced back and forth along the shore. He'd chosen this place because it held one of his fondest memories with his mum. Exploring and collecting the colorful stones was a core memory of his. The love and joy of the moment would never leave him. Perhaps it was wistfulness for what he'd destroyed or hope for what might return to him.
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I love you (Do you still love me?)
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Adventurer✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 18 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 4 - Strg: 18 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: SPLAT - Mythical - Darkling
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03-07-2023, 02:15 PM
the Nightshade
Madame ✓
Age: 26 | Height: 5'4 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 10 - Strg: 35 - Dext: 37 - Endr: 43 - Luck: 37 - Int: 1 AIDON - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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03-07-2023, 02:43 PM
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
The letter arrives in the middle of her fourth draft of her own, causing her quill to skid across the paper at the tapping of the raven against the glass, breath catching in her throat at the sight of the familiar seal. With trembling fingers she broke it, rereading the words over and over again, tears already stinging the corners of her eyes at the familiar strokes of ink. Edmund.
Hours seem to crawl, making her stomach twist with each passing second as she waits, unable to sleep as dawn slowly approaches. She's out of bed well before sunrise, Aidon dutifully at her side, ever watchful of the Nightshade as she winds her way through Torchline and to the Rainbow Road. The last time she saw him replaying in her mind. The horns curling from his crown, the way his eyes widened and he trembled in the snow, clearly no longer suited for the weather. Her son. Her precious star. He'd run from her then, begging her not to cause a scene, fear of rejection apparent in his gaze. It had taken everything in her not to whisk him away then and there, demanding answers for where he'd been and the choices that he made, but she had let him go because he asked her to. Now she didn't know what he wanted. Why he was writing, but he had asked her to come and nothing would have kept her away. She sees him pacing ahead. His tall, slender form reminiscent of his father's, but the dark curls and pale skin are hers. What isn't hers, however, are the protruding horns coming from the crown of his head and the tail that lashes with each agitated step he takes. No, that isn't hers at all. Her feet come to a stop ten paces away, pulse thundering in her ears as her heart threatens to burst from the force at which it is beating, hands trembling at her sides. Aidon, despite longing to dive towards him in greeting, stays circling above until he's released from the duty. "Edmund... Ma petite étoile.." Maeve breathes, voice barely breaking over the sound of crashing waves along the shoreline. Maeve
Adventurer✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 18 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 4 - Strg: 18 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: SPLAT - Mythical - Darkling
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03-07-2023, 02:57 PM
the Nightshade
Madame ✓
Age: 26 | Height: 5'4 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 10 - Strg: 35 - Dext: 37 - Endr: 43 - Luck: 37 - Int: 1 AIDON - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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03-07-2023, 04:20 PM
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
There is a moment where Maeve is unsure of what to do as his voice reaches her, breaking against her already cracked heart and causing her carefully held façade to shatter, forgetting all about her anger for the time being. Her arms open as he rushes towards her, barely allowing him to pause as he draws his tall frame against her, tucking him to her chest as if he was still a child. "Where have you been? Don't you know I've been worried sick?" She rasps, tears slipping down her cheeks as she cradles him close, fingers slipping through his dark curls gently.
Her scolding would come. He wasn't going to be spared that, but for the time being, she was simply relieved to have him in her arms again. Maeve
Adventurer✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 18 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 4 - Strg: 18 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: SPLAT - Mythical - Darkling
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