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Nice to meet you! I'm Beelz and this is my Request Thread. I'm pretty amicable and friendly. So if you see anything that piques your interest then don't be scared to hit me up!
A little bit about the person behind the screen...
I'm a college student with a variety of interests such as music, video games, art, anime/manga, literature, writing, cooking, BDSM, and surviving deadlines. I watch more Youtube than TV and while the world is beautiful and full of wonders... I really like the indoors. So, just your average introvert. I'm here to write stories and create characters of depth and intrigue!
Now let's get on to the good stuff!
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What I'm Looking For:
Involved Rp Partners: Sometimes I feel like it can be difficult to find people that are invested in their roleplays and ready to get down and dirty when dealing with developing the plot and the characters, but it’s those kinds of people I am interested in. I know world-building and more intensive plot/character creation isn’t for everyone, but I’m a person who focuses a lot of attention to detail and puts no small amount of effort into the characters and worlds I create. So I hope to find others that are like-minded. When I say ‘create a story’ I mean create a story! It'll be fun. I promise.
Ability to Respond Every Few Days: I've super flexible with this, just keep me updated if your normal posting habits are going to change for any specific reason. If you don't post or contact me in a week I'll try and hit you up to see if things are okay, and then after that I'll just assume the rp is dead.
Communication: Keep the airways open with me, please! I'm easy to get along with and understanding, so shower me with your questions/comments/concerns. I want to know you're enjoying the roleplay and all that jazz.
Multiple Characters/Side Characters: I love playing multiple characters, I think it brings the world to life. And when I say ‘multiple characters’ I don’t mean extra sexual partners, I mean side characters! So if you don't like either playing multiple characters or playing against them, then I'm not the partner for you.
Quantity vs Quality: I'd have to say that both are important aspects to me. I don't want someone to have to shirk the quality of their work just for the sake of adding a few extra words. On average, I prefer for my partners to give me around 300-500 words on average per post. Anything less and it gets pretty hard for me to respond.
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How I Roleplay/What to Expect from Me:
Quantity vs Quality: I generally don't give less than what I expect, which is 300-500 words. In all honesty (and anyone who has ever Rped with me will know this) I tend to write more than that. Around 500-1000 words. But I try to mirror to keep things manageable.
Plot vs. Smut: This is something else I should address, I suppose. If you're looking for instant smut... Best to hit the road. Not really my thing. I do want sexy times in an rp, don't get me wrong, but it's not going to happen right out of the starting gate. I'd like things to be organic instead of forced, if you know what I mean. On the other hand, if it actually seems like something could happen in the story relatively soon--then fine! I'll take it. But it has to make sense.
About Dom/Sub/Switch Roles: These words mean a lot of different things to different people, so let me break down what they mean to me. First off, I consider myself a Dom/dominant. What does this mean for you? Well, if you like the whole BDSM mindset and want me to be your Dom for an rp, I’ll oblige. On the flip side, this could simply mean I play a character that’s more ‘dominate’ in a sexually aggressive way and isn’t afraid to take charge. OR we can simply throw labels completely out the window if you aren’t into any of that, and our characters have a much more fluid sexual relationship. All up to you!
Frequency: While my posting frequency can vary, I'll generally post once every few days at the very least.
Method of Roleplay: My preferences for various platforms for roleplay go as follows: PMs > Semi-private Threads > Email. I will leave it up to my partner to choose what method they find most agreeable--that is unless they do not care and let me decide.
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Extra Notes:
-I do not care what gender you are in real life nor what gender you wish to roleplay as. As long as you are able to create well-written characters then I couldn’t give less fucks.
-I don't rp celebrities and real-life people. I also don't do canon characters.
-If I haven't replied to you for a while please feel free to send me a message!
-Do not God Mod. It's alright if you need to move my characters around a bit or time skip or need to change the setting to make the plot move forward but please discuss it with me first. It really puts me off roleplaying with that person and continuing the rp.
-In my stories, I like to keep any and all DomxSub (and possible MistressxPet/Slave) dynamics in the bedroom. I consider our characters to be equals in their own right and have a normal, functioning relationship. (The situation may vary if the characters are in an actual, established, BDSM relationship.)
-I love all sorts of different genres, but I will say that fantasy is my favorite and that I have a bit of difficulty writing sci-fi and slice-of-life.
-I take plots and pairings that are not my own. In fact, at this point in time, I actually prefer them. So come to me with all your ideas!
-I prefer using descriptions over using pictures for my characters.
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Things That I Enjoy:
-Intelligent Partners and Witty Banter
-Romance
-Comedy and Humor
-Teasing (both sexual and non)
-Orgasm Control/Denial & Pleasure Control/Denial
-Sexual Exhaustion
-Cross-dressing
-Bondage
-Pegging
-Side Characters
-Monster Girls/Monster Boys
-Other Kinks: Kissing, biting, begging, scratching, hair pulling, gags, blindfolds, oral sex (giving and receiving), sex toys, sounding/urethra play, CBT, masturbation, humiliation/degradation
Things That I Don't:
-Scat
-Watersports
-Unrealistic Body Proportions
-Unintelligent Partners
-Slob/Lack of hygiene
-Bimbos/Bimboification
For a more comprehensive study of my kinks, here is my F-list! If you have any questions, simply ask.
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Writing Samples:
Alright, so I've gone through both old and newer stuff to collect some writing samples to put on display. It'll just give potential partners a taste of my style and also the different lengths of posts they'll be dealing with. Here ya go:
Sample from: Living with the Consequences with AeonTralion
Everyone shot their commander an odd look when he and Law started discussing slimes. No one really knew what kind of fetish Aedan had for those things, but they liked to make it a rule of theirs to steer clear of the subject.
Violet let out a small sigh when she was asked for the numbers. “Without any traces of the bodies left it’s hard to get a proper estimate. The body count is suspected to be rising into the low hundreds going by vacant area alone, but this could be misleading as I’m sure the citizens are trying to pack themselves into the other districts of the outer ring. Speaking of packing people elsewhere… We tried contacting the higher ups about a warrant for citizen evacuation of district D to one of the inner rings, but we couldn’t get approval. They said their hands were tied. Some of the members on the council didn’t think it ‘necessary’ to waste the money or inconvenience the people of the inner rings,” she said with a darkening expression.
At these words, Kevin and Ivan mirrored her expression. Everyone knew very well how hard it could be to do anything regarding the outer rings and slum districts. Most of the government officials in charge of overseeing financial affairs of the Holzfäller were normally more than a little stingy when matters concerning people beneath them were involved. They simply saw the people of the outer rings as meat shields and nothing more, completely expendable.
With a small shake of her head, Violet picked herself back up from the anger that was stewing inside her and got herself back on track. “The demons are suspected to have been roaming the streets for about a week and a half, first reported being seen as babies. They are growing at a rapid and dangerous pace.
“As for transportation, jeeps or paddywagons are our options. It’s recommended using the jeep for mobility, speed, and because of the fact we are most likely going to be crawling over rubble.”
Everyone shot their commander an odd look when he and Law started discussing slimes. No one really knew what kind of fetish Aedan had for those things, but they liked to make it a rule of theirs to steer clear of the subject.
Violet let out a small sigh when she was asked for the numbers. “Without any traces of the bodies left it’s hard to get a proper estimate. The body count is suspected to be rising into the low hundreds going by vacant area alone, but this could be misleading as I’m sure the citizens are trying to pack themselves into the other districts of the outer ring. Speaking of packing people elsewhere… We tried contacting the higher ups about a warrant for citizen evacuation of district D to one of the inner rings, but we couldn’t get approval. They said their hands were tied. Some of the members on the council didn’t think it ‘necessary’ to waste the money or inconvenience the people of the inner rings,” she said with a darkening expression.
At these words, Kevin and Ivan mirrored her expression. Everyone knew very well how hard it could be to do anything regarding the outer rings and slum districts. Most of the government officials in charge of overseeing financial affairs of the Holzfäller were normally more than a little stingy when matters concerning people beneath them were involved. They simply saw the people of the outer rings as meat shields and nothing more, completely expendable.
With a small shake of her head, Violet picked herself back up from the anger that was stewing inside her and got herself back on track. “The demons are suspected to have been roaming the streets for about a week and a half, first reported being seen as babies. They are growing at a rapid and dangerous pace.
“As for transportation, jeeps or paddywagons are our options. It’s recommended using the jeep for mobility, speed, and because of the fact we are most likely going to be crawling over rubble.”
Sample from: A Fracture in the Balance with translucentfeathers
Leona hummed in response to Claire’s blatant hatred of the man. Poor guy. To have gained the disgust of such a person as Claire… That really was a shame. When Claire pointed out the joke, Leona turned to give her a shark-like grin and tipped her head. “Thank you, madam. I always aim to please,” she said happily, enjoying the fact that she could talk to the other woman like this and Claire would respond in kind. Even the fact that she was a different species, a vampire, didn’t bother the werewolf at all. Leona wasn’t much for caring about things like that; she supposed that’s because of the environment she was raised in. Her parents had always been very kind and open-minded, and passed that trait onto their daughter. So now she could easily get a little bit too friendly or familiar with people who still feel that invisible wall between species, much to the disgruntlement of said people. But Claire didn’t seem to mind an excessive amount about that, so all was well. Mostly because otherwise they would not get along. It was very hard for Leona to stomach people who took others at face value.
The next words that came out of Claire’s mouth startled Leona a bit, causing her eyebrows to gravitate towards her hairline. She stared at the little mink for a moment more before grinning widely and stooping lowly to lessen the distance between them once more. “My, my, my…. Is the daughter of the prestigious Delmonte family flirting with me? The scandal!” she jived playfully. “You are surprisingly quite forward, my dear. You want me to keep making my teasing advances? Well in response to your question, I must say that it all depends. I am a very fickle creature, unfortunately. Sometimes I don’t even know what I might choose to do…” she said, words trailing off as she looked away from the girl’s eyes and towards her neck where Claire had just pulled a stray curl from.
Without hardly any hesitation at all--and why should she? Claire had just now practically given her the OK.--she lifted her hand to gently brush her fingertips against the smooth, scar free, surface of her skin that made up Claire’s throat. Not that she would have minded if she had any scars, Leona didn’t think that being ‘turned’ was such a low class thing that everyone else thought it to be.
Her curious fingers trailed softly up Claire’s neck until they reached her mouth, tickling the skin as they went. Leona cupped Claire’s chin and jaw delicately with her other four fingers while her thumb gently pulled the girl’s bottom lip low enough so she could take a look at the protruding fangs that lay within her mouth. Leona hummed thoughtfully as she gazed at them. “I’ve always been curious about vampire’s teeth… But are they really as sharp as everyone says they are?” she questioned just as she dragged the pad of her thumb gingerly against the point of the nearest fang, easily breaking open the skin without any trouble. Leona watched with an unwavering expression as her blood welled up and overflowed, slowly pulling away her hand from the other girl’s face. “Looks like they are. Huh… Interesting. How are you not constantly injuring your tongue or lips?” she asked as she held up her injured thumb for closer inspection.
It was soon after this question that people started to go silent and gather around the bottom of a large staircase where the three ambassadors for each of the species stood. It was nearing that time of the night for them to announce how the negotiations went this time around. Leona sighed quietly to herself and did not move with the others, perfectly content to stay right where she was.
Leona hummed in response to Claire’s blatant hatred of the man. Poor guy. To have gained the disgust of such a person as Claire… That really was a shame. When Claire pointed out the joke, Leona turned to give her a shark-like grin and tipped her head. “Thank you, madam. I always aim to please,” she said happily, enjoying the fact that she could talk to the other woman like this and Claire would respond in kind. Even the fact that she was a different species, a vampire, didn’t bother the werewolf at all. Leona wasn’t much for caring about things like that; she supposed that’s because of the environment she was raised in. Her parents had always been very kind and open-minded, and passed that trait onto their daughter. So now she could easily get a little bit too friendly or familiar with people who still feel that invisible wall between species, much to the disgruntlement of said people. But Claire didn’t seem to mind an excessive amount about that, so all was well. Mostly because otherwise they would not get along. It was very hard for Leona to stomach people who took others at face value.
The next words that came out of Claire’s mouth startled Leona a bit, causing her eyebrows to gravitate towards her hairline. She stared at the little mink for a moment more before grinning widely and stooping lowly to lessen the distance between them once more. “My, my, my…. Is the daughter of the prestigious Delmonte family flirting with me? The scandal!” she jived playfully. “You are surprisingly quite forward, my dear. You want me to keep making my teasing advances? Well in response to your question, I must say that it all depends. I am a very fickle creature, unfortunately. Sometimes I don’t even know what I might choose to do…” she said, words trailing off as she looked away from the girl’s eyes and towards her neck where Claire had just pulled a stray curl from.
Without hardly any hesitation at all--and why should she? Claire had just now practically given her the OK.--she lifted her hand to gently brush her fingertips against the smooth, scar free, surface of her skin that made up Claire’s throat. Not that she would have minded if she had any scars, Leona didn’t think that being ‘turned’ was such a low class thing that everyone else thought it to be.
Her curious fingers trailed softly up Claire’s neck until they reached her mouth, tickling the skin as they went. Leona cupped Claire’s chin and jaw delicately with her other four fingers while her thumb gently pulled the girl’s bottom lip low enough so she could take a look at the protruding fangs that lay within her mouth. Leona hummed thoughtfully as she gazed at them. “I’ve always been curious about vampire’s teeth… But are they really as sharp as everyone says they are?” she questioned just as she dragged the pad of her thumb gingerly against the point of the nearest fang, easily breaking open the skin without any trouble. Leona watched with an unwavering expression as her blood welled up and overflowed, slowly pulling away her hand from the other girl’s face. “Looks like they are. Huh… Interesting. How are you not constantly injuring your tongue or lips?” she asked as she held up her injured thumb for closer inspection.
It was soon after this question that people started to go silent and gather around the bottom of a large staircase where the three ambassadors for each of the species stood. It was nearing that time of the night for them to announce how the negotiations went this time around. Leona sighed quietly to herself and did not move with the others, perfectly content to stay right where she was.
Sample from: Mers Academy for Heros! with Frostsch
Audrey seemed to light up even more when Barret first said he agreed with her, eyes shining brightly as she turned to the man. Lips slightly parted, she was about to make a response, only to go silent and listen as Barret said his piece. She blinked slowly, a bit surprised at his poetic words. With a quick glance at the girl with the pale blonde hair and tanned skin, she pursed her lips in thought. Truthfully, she hadn’t been analyzing Quinn’s personality all that much, but she’d admit that Barret did have a point. Something about Quinn felt flighty--though not in a bad way. She very much resembled a free spirit in spite of all the self control she seemed to exude. Someone hard to pin down… Would Ryo manage it?
At Barret’s last remark, the woman snapped out of her daydreaming and turned back to face the others. Audrey pulled a face. “Perverted heathen. Shouldn’t expect anything better. Alright then, it’s settled. So far it’s Barret and me against Nori and Olivia,” she said, smiling slightly at the dread everyone seemed to feel at the notion of having to submit to Tara for a day. This would be fun. Something to chase away the dreary humdrum of everyday life. Even if she lost it’d be worth it.
Audrey looked over to Mason as he approached, cocking an eyebrow at his response “You think that Ryo’s drive to become a hero will keep him from falling in love?” She asked, thinking about it quietly to herself. It did seem like a possibility… But funny enough, feelings have a way of creeping up on people even if they don’t want them to. Actually, when you took this into consideration, it seemed like both Ryo and Quinn were candidates for that circumstance.
After Mason walked away she shrugged. “Now it’s two to three. Let’s see what happens.”
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Ryo’s words went in one ear and out the other, and for the first time his flirtatious habits didn’t pull any kind of reaction from her. She was still staring at the horses with a silently horrified expression even after Erek had come to talk to her. What snapped her out of her thoughts finally was Ryo offering his help. She glanced over to him quickly, eyes slightly widened as she watched him in confusion. “What? What do you mean?” She asked, not completely understanding, but she followed a step behind him. After he called over to Quinn and reiterated his offer to Audrey, she looked at his hand with hesitation clear to see in her dark brown eyes.
She considered her options. Getting on a horse alone and probably bursting into tears the moment it moved… or sharing a horse with Ryo--a more experienced rider that could help her. She knew what she had to choose, even if it did rankle her pride a bit. So with a stiff upper lip, she begrudgingly took his hand offered hand, looking at him with a mixture of fear and her normal take-no-shit demeanor. “Fine. Yes, please… But if you start up again with your gross flirting I can’t promise I won’t try to shove you off the horse,” she chuckled softly, a bit forced but she seemed to notably relax.
Quinn whipped her head around when Ryo addressed her, still in the middle of picking her mentor's brain about the stable’s condition and the horses. His words caused her to look immediately at Audrey, taking in her fear and worried expression. Without a second thought she had her answer and a gentle, understanding expression appeared on her face. “Yes, of course. No problem. Audrey, you’ll be plenty safe riding with Ryo, so you don’t have to worry. Okay?” She told the girl calmly while putting a hand on her back. Once the other two left, she led Barret through the stable as she looked for a horse.
She finally landed on a gray dappled Arabian gelding named Cisco. He was on the younger side, but was friendly and seemed full of energy. Quinn smiled softly when he reached over to bump his nose against her hand when she offered him her palm. She’d missed animals. When a stable hand had come over to help she waved him off and instead asked where the tacking supplies was so she could do everything herself. She was in the middle of slinging the saddle onto Cisco’s back when Barret asked his questions. Quinn paused and looked over to the boy, looking a bit stunned before she burst out laughing. “What? Why would you think that?” She asked with a chuckle, now working on taking off Cisco’s halter and replace it with a bridle and a snaffle bit. She would’ve gone with a curb bit, but felt it unnecessary for the occasion. “Nothing is going on between us, Barret. He’s my best friend--practically family. I don’t see him like that, and I’m sure the feeling is mutual. He might flirt with me but I doubt he sees me as someone of the opposite sex,” she smiled and rolled her eyes at the thought. Sure, he was acting a little odd lately, but that could be chalked up to a different multitude of reasons.
It was then that something about his question stuck out to her. Quinn shot Barret quizzical look, openly curious even as she worked at rearranging her supplies into the different saddle bags provided. “Why do you ask? Got a thing for Ryo, perhaps? I was shipping Mason with him earlier, but you’re cute too,” she grinned, giving him a good friendly teasing before moving on to the next topic. “And riding with me is no problem. I’m sure Cisco can handle it,” she told him, patting the gray gelding’s shoulder. When everyone was ready to go and had their horses packed, they lead them outside to mount. When Quinn was settled and scooted forward she leaned down and offered her hand to Barret to help him up. “Put your hands around my waist to secure yourself, okay? Riding a horse will feel awkward the first time and I wouldn’t want you falling off!” she laughed, looking around to the others. It seemed like Erek took to having his horse lead another that was saddled with supplies and provisions. Smart.
Her eyes kept roaming till they caught sight of Ryo and Audrey, the latter of whom looked very uncertain with no idea where to cling to. Quinn grinned at the sight, using one hand to cup her mouth slightly as she called over. “Hey, Ryo! Wanna race?” She questioned with a cheeky grin, raising the reins she had looped in one hand. As expected, at these words Audrey immediately panicked. The girl lurched forward and quickly wrapped her arms around Ryo’s waist as if she thought they were going to start racing right that second. In reality, when nothing happening for a few moments, Audrey slowly opened her eyes to look over and see Quinn winking at Ryo, looking very proud of her wingman work.
Audrey’s face flushed hot with embarrassment as she pulled herself up, her death-grip on Ryo’s waist loosening considerable but her hands still clutched to his shirt to keep herself steady. She shot the pale green eyed girl a grumpy frown. “You’re crueler than you let on, Claremont,” she told her, looking a bit sour.
The remark caused Quinn’s attention to shift over to Audrey where she paused a minute before a small smile spread on her lips and a knowing look flashed in her eyes. “Maybe. But I’ll bet you feel a bit less tense now, huh?” And with that she rode up further to join the others and gave Nori an appraising look. "Looks like you're prepared for anything."
Audrey seemed to light up even more when Barret first said he agreed with her, eyes shining brightly as she turned to the man. Lips slightly parted, she was about to make a response, only to go silent and listen as Barret said his piece. She blinked slowly, a bit surprised at his poetic words. With a quick glance at the girl with the pale blonde hair and tanned skin, she pursed her lips in thought. Truthfully, she hadn’t been analyzing Quinn’s personality all that much, but she’d admit that Barret did have a point. Something about Quinn felt flighty--though not in a bad way. She very much resembled a free spirit in spite of all the self control she seemed to exude. Someone hard to pin down… Would Ryo manage it?
At Barret’s last remark, the woman snapped out of her daydreaming and turned back to face the others. Audrey pulled a face. “Perverted heathen. Shouldn’t expect anything better. Alright then, it’s settled. So far it’s Barret and me against Nori and Olivia,” she said, smiling slightly at the dread everyone seemed to feel at the notion of having to submit to Tara for a day. This would be fun. Something to chase away the dreary humdrum of everyday life. Even if she lost it’d be worth it.
Audrey looked over to Mason as he approached, cocking an eyebrow at his response “You think that Ryo’s drive to become a hero will keep him from falling in love?” She asked, thinking about it quietly to herself. It did seem like a possibility… But funny enough, feelings have a way of creeping up on people even if they don’t want them to. Actually, when you took this into consideration, it seemed like both Ryo and Quinn were candidates for that circumstance.
After Mason walked away she shrugged. “Now it’s two to three. Let’s see what happens.”
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Ryo’s words went in one ear and out the other, and for the first time his flirtatious habits didn’t pull any kind of reaction from her. She was still staring at the horses with a silently horrified expression even after Erek had come to talk to her. What snapped her out of her thoughts finally was Ryo offering his help. She glanced over to him quickly, eyes slightly widened as she watched him in confusion. “What? What do you mean?” She asked, not completely understanding, but she followed a step behind him. After he called over to Quinn and reiterated his offer to Audrey, she looked at his hand with hesitation clear to see in her dark brown eyes.
She considered her options. Getting on a horse alone and probably bursting into tears the moment it moved… or sharing a horse with Ryo--a more experienced rider that could help her. She knew what she had to choose, even if it did rankle her pride a bit. So with a stiff upper lip, she begrudgingly took his hand offered hand, looking at him with a mixture of fear and her normal take-no-shit demeanor. “Fine. Yes, please… But if you start up again with your gross flirting I can’t promise I won’t try to shove you off the horse,” she chuckled softly, a bit forced but she seemed to notably relax.
Quinn whipped her head around when Ryo addressed her, still in the middle of picking her mentor's brain about the stable’s condition and the horses. His words caused her to look immediately at Audrey, taking in her fear and worried expression. Without a second thought she had her answer and a gentle, understanding expression appeared on her face. “Yes, of course. No problem. Audrey, you’ll be plenty safe riding with Ryo, so you don’t have to worry. Okay?” She told the girl calmly while putting a hand on her back. Once the other two left, she led Barret through the stable as she looked for a horse.
She finally landed on a gray dappled Arabian gelding named Cisco. He was on the younger side, but was friendly and seemed full of energy. Quinn smiled softly when he reached over to bump his nose against her hand when she offered him her palm. She’d missed animals. When a stable hand had come over to help she waved him off and instead asked where the tacking supplies was so she could do everything herself. She was in the middle of slinging the saddle onto Cisco’s back when Barret asked his questions. Quinn paused and looked over to the boy, looking a bit stunned before she burst out laughing. “What? Why would you think that?” She asked with a chuckle, now working on taking off Cisco’s halter and replace it with a bridle and a snaffle bit. She would’ve gone with a curb bit, but felt it unnecessary for the occasion. “Nothing is going on between us, Barret. He’s my best friend--practically family. I don’t see him like that, and I’m sure the feeling is mutual. He might flirt with me but I doubt he sees me as someone of the opposite sex,” she smiled and rolled her eyes at the thought. Sure, he was acting a little odd lately, but that could be chalked up to a different multitude of reasons.
It was then that something about his question stuck out to her. Quinn shot Barret quizzical look, openly curious even as she worked at rearranging her supplies into the different saddle bags provided. “Why do you ask? Got a thing for Ryo, perhaps? I was shipping Mason with him earlier, but you’re cute too,” she grinned, giving him a good friendly teasing before moving on to the next topic. “And riding with me is no problem. I’m sure Cisco can handle it,” she told him, patting the gray gelding’s shoulder. When everyone was ready to go and had their horses packed, they lead them outside to mount. When Quinn was settled and scooted forward she leaned down and offered her hand to Barret to help him up. “Put your hands around my waist to secure yourself, okay? Riding a horse will feel awkward the first time and I wouldn’t want you falling off!” she laughed, looking around to the others. It seemed like Erek took to having his horse lead another that was saddled with supplies and provisions. Smart.
Her eyes kept roaming till they caught sight of Ryo and Audrey, the latter of whom looked very uncertain with no idea where to cling to. Quinn grinned at the sight, using one hand to cup her mouth slightly as she called over. “Hey, Ryo! Wanna race?” She questioned with a cheeky grin, raising the reins she had looped in one hand. As expected, at these words Audrey immediately panicked. The girl lurched forward and quickly wrapped her arms around Ryo’s waist as if she thought they were going to start racing right that second. In reality, when nothing happening for a few moments, Audrey slowly opened her eyes to look over and see Quinn winking at Ryo, looking very proud of her wingman work.
Audrey’s face flushed hot with embarrassment as she pulled herself up, her death-grip on Ryo’s waist loosening considerable but her hands still clutched to his shirt to keep herself steady. She shot the pale green eyed girl a grumpy frown. “You’re crueler than you let on, Claremont,” she told her, looking a bit sour.
The remark caused Quinn’s attention to shift over to Audrey where she paused a minute before a small smile spread on her lips and a knowing look flashed in her eyes. “Maybe. But I’ll bet you feel a bit less tense now, huh?” And with that she rode up further to join the others and gave Nori an appraising look. "Looks like you're prepared for anything."
Sample from: Love From Lies with Socius
Alex gave Zalman an odd look at his comment. He thought… that her experience could complete with vampires that live for centuries…? She blinked slowly, looking a bit like an owl. ”Just… take the compliment. Just take the compliment.” When their conversation moved onto other topics, Alex would light up at the mention him lending out the unique encyclopedia. “Yes, please! That actually sounds really interesting,” she replied happily. Plus, it’d give her new information to go over when she couldn’t sleep at night.
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Coffee table pushed forward slightly, Alexandra and Alaric sat side by side on the ground with their backs pressed up against the sofa, legs sprawled out in front of them. Both had a bottle each of beer in their hands as they seemed to stare out into space. Alex’s hair was no longer a pale blonde-white and her attire was strictly non-feminine. The gray-blue had turned out rather well and now none of her roots were showing. A success. At least it was one thing for her to be happy about right now.
Alex put the bottle to her lips and tipped her head back, going to chug down a few more gulps of beer.
“Hey, Alex… Can I ask you something?” Alaric finally broke the rather heavy silence that had fallen between them, idly sloshing the contents of his bottle with a flick of his wrist. Alex gave a small grunt, mouth currently occupied. He took that as permission to continue.
“What does Zal think about being forced to date Eletha?”
Setting down the bottle, Alexandra sighed while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She shrugged. “He isn’t really keen on it. I mean, you used the operative word there. Forced. How happy do you think anyone would be?” Alex looked over to Alaric, pulling a ‘what can you do’ sort of expression. “Besides, he says he doesn’t really have the time for that kind of stuff. Well, he used to not have the time for it. Now that Abram cleared up his schedule…”
Alaric huffed a disbelieving laugh. “That’s such a load of fucking bullshit,” he remarked before taking a drink for himself. “He makes time for you, doesn’t he?”
Alex stopped in the middle of raising her bottle again, eyes slightly wide as she stared at Alaric. “What did you just say?”
“He makes time for you, right? Like--always. At least from what I can see. So that’s one piss poor excuse. If he can let his little world revolve around you, then he certainly has the time to date some chick. He just doesn’t want to,” Alaric stated plainly, appearing rather exasperated with this whole situation.
A frown etched itself into Alex’s face at these words. “Well, he’s also mentioned a few other reasons. It’s not just that…”
With a roll of his eyes, Alaric tilted his head back against the sofa and groaned loudly. “I don’t know why I even try,” he muttered to himself, staring up at the ceiling before he shifted suddenly to look his best friend in the eye, raising the hand still holding the beer bottle to point at her. “Why him? Why? You’re beautiful, Alex. Even as you are now. Looking like some tittless child--” “HEY!” “--you can still turn heads. You could have your pick of men, so why does it have to be some prick of a vampire Noble? I just don’t get it,” He griped, obviously a bit more than buzzed at this point if he was poking so far into this matter. Normally he’d try not to push it, especially in case the worst happened.
Alex scowled, scooting away from him. “What in the world are you talking about? Who I choose to be friends with is none of your concern. Also, could you please stop digging at Zalman for being a vampire? He’s my friend and he cares about me--”
“Holy shit. I’m actually starting to feel sorry for the man. You’ve got your head shoved so far up your own ass in denial you can’t see how unbelievably transparent you are.”
At this, Alexandra’s eyes narrowed dangerously. She shot him a warning look. “Alaric. Shut up with your fortune cookie wisdom. I never asked for your insight,” her tone had gone cold, a clear sign that if he pressed any further they would have a legitimate fight on their hands.
“But you’re upset. You expect me to sit by and do nothing when you’re attempting to drink yourself into a coma like you always do when something doesn’t go your way? If you would just tell me what you’re thinking maybe I could-”
“I’m not upset!”
“And I’m calling bullshit!”
A knock at the door interrupted the start of that yelling match, causing both to whip their heads around. “What the?” Alex muttered to herself, going to stand and make her way to the hallway that led into the entrance of the penthouse. Alaric watched her go before turning to bang his head on the coffee table in front of him. “Stupid. Stupid.”
Bending over slightly, Alex peered through the peephole to check who was outside, but there was no one in sight. With a confused frown Alex tentatively opened the door and peeked outside. Nope. No one. Just as she was about to go back inside she noticed the small package on the ground. Picking it up, she turned it over in her hands and realized there wasn’t a return address. “Is this…?”
“Alex! You okay?”
Startled, Alex quickly stood at attention and turned to call over her shoulder. “Yeah, coming!” She locks the house back up and pads into the living room, still staring down at the small package in her hands. Alaric frowns slightly when he sees it and looks at it questioningly. “What’s that?”
“It’s something Zal ordered,” she shrugged, going to set it down on one of the bookcases around the room. “What? At this hour…?” Alaric paused for a moment, taking the time to connect the dots. “Ah. Abyss?” He asked, before taking another sip of beer.
Alex rounded on him, mouth gaped open. “How did you-” Alaric held up a hand to stop her. “Alex--come on. How green do you think I am?” He chuckled, but didn’t seem interested in pressing for more information about what was inside the package. She said it was for Zalman and that was enough to put him off.
She merely huffed at his comment, glancing away from him while still standing at the other end of the room. It was clear there wasn’t as nearly as much animosity in the air as there had been before, but it still felt a bit tense. Maybe that was just her guilt talking. Taking a deep breath, Alex collected her thoughts and vowed to do her best. She really wasn’t great at voicing her feelings, but she understood that Alaric only pressed because he cared. “Can we… Can we just go back to getting shit faced and play some video games?” She said suddenly, looking to be struggling a bit.
Confused, Alaric looked up at her with a bemused expression. “What?”
“I think Eletha saw me earlier and probably--maybe--recognized me and seeing her with Zalman makes me feel sick anyway but I think she might tell him about me and I’m freaking out inside,” she word vomited everywhere, not taking a moment to breathe or pause as she did so. A bit stunned, Alaric merely watched her for a few moments before breaking into a wide grin. “You know, this would never have happened if you didn’t have such terrible taste in ‘friends’,” he laughed.
“Alariiiiic,” she whinned.
“I’m just kidding. Come on, let’s drink and play some games. We’ll do the adult thing and run away from our troubles in liquor,” he ushered her over with a hand gesture. It wasn’t exactly what he had been trying to get at, but any effort from Alex to open up was an achievement in his books. There was a bit of a wobbly smile on her face as she walked over. Maybe this could get her mind off of everything. She really didn’t want to think about Zalman and his date with Eletha anymore. It was cutting her to pieces. “Thanks, Al. You’re the best.”
“And don’t you dare forget it.”
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Eletha seemed rather interested in his response, but also like she expected him to brush off the idea of letting Alex enter into the supernatural world. He did seem very protective of the little human. It had been clear to see at the gala, with Zalman looking this way and that as he searched around for the blue haired assistant before she led him up to the reserved room. “I see… While I’m a bit disappointed, I can understand your point. But don’t you think it’s a bit of a pointless undertaking on your part to try and hide him away from danger? We have Noble blood flowing through our veins. All we have to do is walk outside and we attract unwanted attention. It makes it worse if you have a tempting little human trailing beside you,” she shrugged with a smile. “Not to say that your effort isn’t a valiant one, but it might prove to be worthless in the end.”
Finally. A show of real emotion. But it was again only caused by one person. Alex. It really seemed as if she could only get a rise out of him if she decided to pick on the human. Protective indeed. Yet it was still hard to tell how far these feelings strayed on Zalman’s end. One thing was certain, though. Alex was Zalman’s Achilles heel. It remained to be seen if he had more weaknesses, but for now, she at least knew of one.
She backed down when he glared at her. Eletha shook her head and gave a placating smile. “I won’t continue with that train of thought, of course. I’m very sorry for upsetting you so much. I was very rude just now, I hope you’ll forgive me for that,” she dipped her head slightly as she apologized, soon pulling her hands back away from Zalman. He already seemed upset enough as it is. It was probably unwise to push any further at this point with unwanted touches. It clearly wasn’t enough to calm him. “But you know, I’m rather glad you’ve both found such good friends in each other. Such close bonds are hard to cultivate. Especially for people like us,” she sighed lightly.
It was easy enough to tell that Zalman had only stayed this long because he saw it as something akin to his duty. She… admittedly had pushed much too far this time… Or maybe just far enough? No, it wouldn’t be the best idea to make him hate her so early on. But she had managed to learn something interesting tonight. “Indeed. Have a nice night, Zalman,” she gave him a small wave goodbye before relaxing back into her chair. The redhead flicked her hazel eyes over to the window she had glanced out of earlier. “The plot thickens,” she smirked.
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It had been a simple game of Sonic Battle Adventure 2 that just seemed to… escalate. It had started off as friendly nudges with a shoulder to throw the other person off, but it was clear that their increased levels of inebriation and the frustrating gameplay would tip them over the edge at some point. Pissed to high hell that it was taking ten minutes to clear this one stage, both found it rather easy to resort to violence to vent their frustrations.
Alaric was looming over Alex with one hand cupped around a punch she had sent flying at him while his other hand was clenched in her hair in his attempt to push her away from him. Alex was mostly on her back, legs raised to kick out at Alaric’s stomach as her only free hand was clamped around the wrist of the one that was pulling at her hair. “Hey, it was your fault that you fell off that ledge in Sky Rail! Don’t blame me for your crappy video game skills!” She snapped.
“I wouldn’t have fallen off if you had let me play as Sonic! Seriously, I’m sick and tired of this Shadow-the-Hedgehog-gliding-around bullshit! Give me your remote!”
“You’re the one that lost the game of rock-paper-scissors!”
They growled at each other, but when the words ‘I’m home!’ sounded throughout the apartment, everyone went still. They glanced over to Zalman, very much looking like children that had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. But that wasn’t going to stop Alaric. “Hello honey, welcome back~” He slurred a little but before he could say anything more, Alex took advantage of his distracted state and finally kicked him off of her and sat up on the sofa. “Welcome home…” she said weakly. Even in this state, she could see Zalman wasn’t very happy. Was he upset they had messed up the living room?
Alaric let himself flop back down on the sofa and from his unmoving position he waved away Zalman’s offer. “No problem. And I’ll be fine. I can hail a taxi by myself,” he responded simply, leaving them both to watch in silence as Zalman made his way up the stairs to his room. Alaric whistled when he disappeared from sight, soon going to stand and look around for his jacket. “I, for one, do not want to know what happened tonight. Did you see his face just now?”
Alex still had her eyes trained on the tops of the stairs, still watching after Zalman’s retreating form. “He didn’t enjoy his date…?” She mumbled the words, not sure how to feel. Was it wrong to feel a little happy over the fact his time with Eletha hadn’t gone well? Especially when he seemed so down…
“You’re the local ‘Zal-whisperer.’ You tell me,” he replied, seeming to have a lot less bite in him than normal when concerning Zalman. After a bit of a struggle, he pulled on his jacket and searched his pockets to make sure everything was right where he left it. “I’m gonna head out now. It’s late and I want to go home. Get some sleep and all that jazz,” he muttered, already on the way to the door. Alex finally looked over to Alaric, a small concerned frown on her slightly flushed face. “You sure you’re able? You could sleep on the couch you know…”
“I’d really rather not. Night, Alex.”
Once the front door shut behind him, Alex looked around the living room. There were bottles and snacks all over. “Shit,” she slurred, reaching over to the coffee table to grab a bottle of water so she could chug it down. She needed just even the smallest amount of sobriety to be able to clean up a little. And even that didn’t go so well. In the end, to prevent from spilling all over the ground in a trail between the kitchen and living room, Alex settled on collecting everything and piling it on the coffee table to take care of when she had better motor skills. At least the ground and surrounding was pretty nice now.
With a huff, Alex sat back down on the couch, glancing around. The water definitely helped, but she still feared the worst if she attempted to make her way up those stairs. Zal seemed unhappy enough without adding on her possibly injury. But that means she couldn’t go up to try and comfort him…
Alexandra sighed and ruffled her hair, glancing up to notice the package still on the bookcase. Without thinking, she walked over to grab it, again turning it over in her hands. She brought it to the kitchen in her search for scissors to carefully, carefully open the package. Falling down the stairs or stabbing herself with scissors--she didn’t need either in her life. After throwing the packaging away, Alex was left staring at two items. She tried to focus enough to read the directions on the bottle and was pretty sure she got the gist of it. Two gulps of this stuff should do it, right?
Alex gave Zalman an odd look at his comment. He thought… that her experience could complete with vampires that live for centuries…? She blinked slowly, looking a bit like an owl. ”Just… take the compliment. Just take the compliment.” When their conversation moved onto other topics, Alex would light up at the mention him lending out the unique encyclopedia. “Yes, please! That actually sounds really interesting,” she replied happily. Plus, it’d give her new information to go over when she couldn’t sleep at night.
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Coffee table pushed forward slightly, Alexandra and Alaric sat side by side on the ground with their backs pressed up against the sofa, legs sprawled out in front of them. Both had a bottle each of beer in their hands as they seemed to stare out into space. Alex’s hair was no longer a pale blonde-white and her attire was strictly non-feminine. The gray-blue had turned out rather well and now none of her roots were showing. A success. At least it was one thing for her to be happy about right now.
Alex put the bottle to her lips and tipped her head back, going to chug down a few more gulps of beer.
“Hey, Alex… Can I ask you something?” Alaric finally broke the rather heavy silence that had fallen between them, idly sloshing the contents of his bottle with a flick of his wrist. Alex gave a small grunt, mouth currently occupied. He took that as permission to continue.
“What does Zal think about being forced to date Eletha?”
Setting down the bottle, Alexandra sighed while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She shrugged. “He isn’t really keen on it. I mean, you used the operative word there. Forced. How happy do you think anyone would be?” Alex looked over to Alaric, pulling a ‘what can you do’ sort of expression. “Besides, he says he doesn’t really have the time for that kind of stuff. Well, he used to not have the time for it. Now that Abram cleared up his schedule…”
Alaric huffed a disbelieving laugh. “That’s such a load of fucking bullshit,” he remarked before taking a drink for himself. “He makes time for you, doesn’t he?”
Alex stopped in the middle of raising her bottle again, eyes slightly wide as she stared at Alaric. “What did you just say?”
“He makes time for you, right? Like--always. At least from what I can see. So that’s one piss poor excuse. If he can let his little world revolve around you, then he certainly has the time to date some chick. He just doesn’t want to,” Alaric stated plainly, appearing rather exasperated with this whole situation.
A frown etched itself into Alex’s face at these words. “Well, he’s also mentioned a few other reasons. It’s not just that…”
With a roll of his eyes, Alaric tilted his head back against the sofa and groaned loudly. “I don’t know why I even try,” he muttered to himself, staring up at the ceiling before he shifted suddenly to look his best friend in the eye, raising the hand still holding the beer bottle to point at her. “Why him? Why? You’re beautiful, Alex. Even as you are now. Looking like some tittless child--” “HEY!” “--you can still turn heads. You could have your pick of men, so why does it have to be some prick of a vampire Noble? I just don’t get it,” He griped, obviously a bit more than buzzed at this point if he was poking so far into this matter. Normally he’d try not to push it, especially in case the worst happened.
Alex scowled, scooting away from him. “What in the world are you talking about? Who I choose to be friends with is none of your concern. Also, could you please stop digging at Zalman for being a vampire? He’s my friend and he cares about me--”
“Holy shit. I’m actually starting to feel sorry for the man. You’ve got your head shoved so far up your own ass in denial you can’t see how unbelievably transparent you are.”
At this, Alexandra’s eyes narrowed dangerously. She shot him a warning look. “Alaric. Shut up with your fortune cookie wisdom. I never asked for your insight,” her tone had gone cold, a clear sign that if he pressed any further they would have a legitimate fight on their hands.
“But you’re upset. You expect me to sit by and do nothing when you’re attempting to drink yourself into a coma like you always do when something doesn’t go your way? If you would just tell me what you’re thinking maybe I could-”
“I’m not upset!”
“And I’m calling bullshit!”
A knock at the door interrupted the start of that yelling match, causing both to whip their heads around. “What the?” Alex muttered to herself, going to stand and make her way to the hallway that led into the entrance of the penthouse. Alaric watched her go before turning to bang his head on the coffee table in front of him. “Stupid. Stupid.”
Bending over slightly, Alex peered through the peephole to check who was outside, but there was no one in sight. With a confused frown Alex tentatively opened the door and peeked outside. Nope. No one. Just as she was about to go back inside she noticed the small package on the ground. Picking it up, she turned it over in her hands and realized there wasn’t a return address. “Is this…?”
“Alex! You okay?”
Startled, Alex quickly stood at attention and turned to call over her shoulder. “Yeah, coming!” She locks the house back up and pads into the living room, still staring down at the small package in her hands. Alaric frowns slightly when he sees it and looks at it questioningly. “What’s that?”
“It’s something Zal ordered,” she shrugged, going to set it down on one of the bookcases around the room. “What? At this hour…?” Alaric paused for a moment, taking the time to connect the dots. “Ah. Abyss?” He asked, before taking another sip of beer.
Alex rounded on him, mouth gaped open. “How did you-” Alaric held up a hand to stop her. “Alex--come on. How green do you think I am?” He chuckled, but didn’t seem interested in pressing for more information about what was inside the package. She said it was for Zalman and that was enough to put him off.
She merely huffed at his comment, glancing away from him while still standing at the other end of the room. It was clear there wasn’t as nearly as much animosity in the air as there had been before, but it still felt a bit tense. Maybe that was just her guilt talking. Taking a deep breath, Alex collected her thoughts and vowed to do her best. She really wasn’t great at voicing her feelings, but she understood that Alaric only pressed because he cared. “Can we… Can we just go back to getting shit faced and play some video games?” She said suddenly, looking to be struggling a bit.
Confused, Alaric looked up at her with a bemused expression. “What?”
“I think Eletha saw me earlier and probably--maybe--recognized me and seeing her with Zalman makes me feel sick anyway but I think she might tell him about me and I’m freaking out inside,” she word vomited everywhere, not taking a moment to breathe or pause as she did so. A bit stunned, Alaric merely watched her for a few moments before breaking into a wide grin. “You know, this would never have happened if you didn’t have such terrible taste in ‘friends’,” he laughed.
“Alariiiiic,” she whinned.
“I’m just kidding. Come on, let’s drink and play some games. We’ll do the adult thing and run away from our troubles in liquor,” he ushered her over with a hand gesture. It wasn’t exactly what he had been trying to get at, but any effort from Alex to open up was an achievement in his books. There was a bit of a wobbly smile on her face as she walked over. Maybe this could get her mind off of everything. She really didn’t want to think about Zalman and his date with Eletha anymore. It was cutting her to pieces. “Thanks, Al. You’re the best.”
“And don’t you dare forget it.”
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Eletha seemed rather interested in his response, but also like she expected him to brush off the idea of letting Alex enter into the supernatural world. He did seem very protective of the little human. It had been clear to see at the gala, with Zalman looking this way and that as he searched around for the blue haired assistant before she led him up to the reserved room. “I see… While I’m a bit disappointed, I can understand your point. But don’t you think it’s a bit of a pointless undertaking on your part to try and hide him away from danger? We have Noble blood flowing through our veins. All we have to do is walk outside and we attract unwanted attention. It makes it worse if you have a tempting little human trailing beside you,” she shrugged with a smile. “Not to say that your effort isn’t a valiant one, but it might prove to be worthless in the end.”
Finally. A show of real emotion. But it was again only caused by one person. Alex. It really seemed as if she could only get a rise out of him if she decided to pick on the human. Protective indeed. Yet it was still hard to tell how far these feelings strayed on Zalman’s end. One thing was certain, though. Alex was Zalman’s Achilles heel. It remained to be seen if he had more weaknesses, but for now, she at least knew of one.
She backed down when he glared at her. Eletha shook her head and gave a placating smile. “I won’t continue with that train of thought, of course. I’m very sorry for upsetting you so much. I was very rude just now, I hope you’ll forgive me for that,” she dipped her head slightly as she apologized, soon pulling her hands back away from Zalman. He already seemed upset enough as it is. It was probably unwise to push any further at this point with unwanted touches. It clearly wasn’t enough to calm him. “But you know, I’m rather glad you’ve both found such good friends in each other. Such close bonds are hard to cultivate. Especially for people like us,” she sighed lightly.
It was easy enough to tell that Zalman had only stayed this long because he saw it as something akin to his duty. She… admittedly had pushed much too far this time… Or maybe just far enough? No, it wouldn’t be the best idea to make him hate her so early on. But she had managed to learn something interesting tonight. “Indeed. Have a nice night, Zalman,” she gave him a small wave goodbye before relaxing back into her chair. The redhead flicked her hazel eyes over to the window she had glanced out of earlier. “The plot thickens,” she smirked.
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It had been a simple game of Sonic Battle Adventure 2 that just seemed to… escalate. It had started off as friendly nudges with a shoulder to throw the other person off, but it was clear that their increased levels of inebriation and the frustrating gameplay would tip them over the edge at some point. Pissed to high hell that it was taking ten minutes to clear this one stage, both found it rather easy to resort to violence to vent their frustrations.
Alaric was looming over Alex with one hand cupped around a punch she had sent flying at him while his other hand was clenched in her hair in his attempt to push her away from him. Alex was mostly on her back, legs raised to kick out at Alaric’s stomach as her only free hand was clamped around the wrist of the one that was pulling at her hair. “Hey, it was your fault that you fell off that ledge in Sky Rail! Don’t blame me for your crappy video game skills!” She snapped.
“I wouldn’t have fallen off if you had let me play as Sonic! Seriously, I’m sick and tired of this Shadow-the-Hedgehog-gliding-around bullshit! Give me your remote!”
“You’re the one that lost the game of rock-paper-scissors!”
They growled at each other, but when the words ‘I’m home!’ sounded throughout the apartment, everyone went still. They glanced over to Zalman, very much looking like children that had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. But that wasn’t going to stop Alaric. “Hello honey, welcome back~” He slurred a little but before he could say anything more, Alex took advantage of his distracted state and finally kicked him off of her and sat up on the sofa. “Welcome home…” she said weakly. Even in this state, she could see Zalman wasn’t very happy. Was he upset they had messed up the living room?
Alaric let himself flop back down on the sofa and from his unmoving position he waved away Zalman’s offer. “No problem. And I’ll be fine. I can hail a taxi by myself,” he responded simply, leaving them both to watch in silence as Zalman made his way up the stairs to his room. Alaric whistled when he disappeared from sight, soon going to stand and look around for his jacket. “I, for one, do not want to know what happened tonight. Did you see his face just now?”
Alex still had her eyes trained on the tops of the stairs, still watching after Zalman’s retreating form. “He didn’t enjoy his date…?” She mumbled the words, not sure how to feel. Was it wrong to feel a little happy over the fact his time with Eletha hadn’t gone well? Especially when he seemed so down…
“You’re the local ‘Zal-whisperer.’ You tell me,” he replied, seeming to have a lot less bite in him than normal when concerning Zalman. After a bit of a struggle, he pulled on his jacket and searched his pockets to make sure everything was right where he left it. “I’m gonna head out now. It’s late and I want to go home. Get some sleep and all that jazz,” he muttered, already on the way to the door. Alex finally looked over to Alaric, a small concerned frown on her slightly flushed face. “You sure you’re able? You could sleep on the couch you know…”
“I’d really rather not. Night, Alex.”
Once the front door shut behind him, Alex looked around the living room. There were bottles and snacks all over. “Shit,” she slurred, reaching over to the coffee table to grab a bottle of water so she could chug it down. She needed just even the smallest amount of sobriety to be able to clean up a little. And even that didn’t go so well. In the end, to prevent from spilling all over the ground in a trail between the kitchen and living room, Alex settled on collecting everything and piling it on the coffee table to take care of when she had better motor skills. At least the ground and surrounding was pretty nice now.
With a huff, Alex sat back down on the couch, glancing around. The water definitely helped, but she still feared the worst if she attempted to make her way up those stairs. Zal seemed unhappy enough without adding on her possibly injury. But that means she couldn’t go up to try and comfort him…
Alexandra sighed and ruffled her hair, glancing up to notice the package still on the bookcase. Without thinking, she walked over to grab it, again turning it over in her hands. She brought it to the kitchen in her search for scissors to carefully, carefully open the package. Falling down the stairs or stabbing herself with scissors--she didn’t need either in her life. After throwing the packaging away, Alex was left staring at two items. She tried to focus enough to read the directions on the bottle and was pretty sure she got the gist of it. Two gulps of this stuff should do it, right?
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Currently, short to medium is my most typical post length. I've recently just got back from taking some time off from roleplaying and I'm building myself back up slowly.
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With that, it seems like my need to chat at you incessantly has come to an end. It's been a treat. It really has. If this is where you want to jump ship then feel free if you haven't already done so. If by chance you want to see any of my created plots then simply keep scrolling down. Well. Until next time!
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