Fantasy 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 — 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

[neon reverie]

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[neon reverie]

gwendoline

a.k.a. gwen

cannon fodder

twenty

baroness

8th of June

A glittering constellation veiled behind an opaque night sky; emotion rarely rests on a visage, the efforts to express from what echoes within often going sideways. An awkward flower blooms within the world's garden, her introverted nature not being able to match her peers despite the nurture she tries to give herself to blossom more brightly. Words, her elusive butterflies, are always eager to flutter when the opportunity arises, but somehow, somewhere along the way, they morph into callous moths, inadvertently cloaked in unintended brusqueness. This is how hearts of gold find themselves alone, connections escaping as easily as sand does through fingers.

This is how a normal college student choses to lose herself in worlds that aren't her own, prancing around in setting not real and only to be witnessed through a screen. It's, perhaps, how she comes to fall through the clutches of reality, right into the body of a character destined to die before she speaks.

Except now she doesn't.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Uxie]

edelweiss

a.k.a. edie

female lead

twenty

viscountess

october 18

On the back of a game box, it writes:
Raised as a commoner, a fateful encounter turns Edelweiss' life upside down! A noble? A prodigal saintess? And now, a detective? Edelweiss might not quite be ready to face it all on her own, but with the help of the handsome students of Rosewood Academy, perhaps there are more than clues to be found...

It covers the bases as much as it misses the rest of the field. The mother she never knew, whose Viscountess sister had held her so preciously on the side of the street when she'd finally found her. The old botanist who had raised her, a retired adventurer who laughed at her clumsy attempts to journal the surrounding woods. And Edelweiss herself; quintessentially kind, idealistic, but at the same time outspoken and stubborn as a mule, who perhaps might hold a dream other than saving the known world.

Of course, all that matters little to the you who solves the murders in her stead and the Edelweiss you know so little of. Why, you've never even seen her face.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[triples]

emrys

a.k.a. em

final boss

twenty-two

marquess

november 7

True peace will never be found in the throes of mortality. Cold winds blow through the halls of the temple. A sickening squelch as he takes another step; the statues look on with lifeless eyes, the moonlight glimmers crimson. A clear voice, a heavy gloom, and his solemn declaration. Fear not, Saintess. I will deliver you, as I have delivered them.

So comes the end of the Rosewood Murders, in a dazzling flurry of magic, a shocking twist and a tragic climax. But whose tragedy was it, in the end?

Emrys awakens to a dreamlike past, where he is safe from ghosts of victims he never knew he had. Where his worst flaw is merely his indifference and his greatest sins have never harmed a person beyond their emotions. A time of tranquility, doomed not to last. Chased by his memories but ever the scholar, he forges calmly on to find the best path ahead, away from his demise and with the least destruction.

Yet, as new roads converge and turns lead back to where they started, Emrys forms a chilling hypothesis: that there was only ever one destination.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[mother of sorrows]

alexander

a.k.a. alex

capture target

twenty-one

second prince

2th of august

Alexander de Abel is more an image than a person.

He is defined by words rather than experiences; Kind. Calm. Mysterious. Capable and collected. Attractive. Bland synonyms taken from an equally dusty, abandoned dictionary, read over and quickly forgotten in your next lecture. Each word paints a stroke in his painting, but it is a distant, dull sort, one that you appreciate because it's beautiful but that you quickly pass by because, frankly, it is not much more than that. He is perfectly boring for a prince, a certain kind of disinteresting, almost annoyingly nice person that you can trust - welcoming hands that you step into because, well, why not? You could do far worse. And Alexander is fated, for any sort of fairytale ending.

Or maybe you just never stepped close enough to see the cracks. After all, he is so very easy to believe.

♡coded by uxie♡