Fantasy Mrs. Evans' School for the Gifted

[Bowa]

The bell to signal the end of 5th period rang in Sorren's ears, whenever he didn't pay attention to prepare his enhanced hearing for the obnoxious sound of the bell it felt like an explosion had went off in his head. He instinctively raised his hands to shield his ears and although it didn't really help, he kept them there until the ringing came to a halt.


It was now lunch for the older students, Sorren didn't need to eat food for the nutritious value like humans and some other creatures did, he usually ate because he loved the taste, and sometimes because it was just plain awkward to sit in the cafeteria with people and glance around as they enjoyed their food. Kalin had brought out his packed lunch while Sorren was in a world of his own, Sorren glared at the the triangle-shaped sandwiches that were in a plastic bag and sealed with cute animal stickers then up to Kalin. Sorren tried to hold in his laugh but a small chuckle escaped his lips after a few seconds. "What? I won a bet against Akira. She has to make me lunch for a week but she only has these cute little sandwich bags to put it in. It's free lunch, I'm not complaining" Kalin said with a grin as he started to dig into his lunch.


After a short period of time had elapsed Sorren had gotten up and began to pace around the garden, he was starting to get impatient, he wanted to put his plan into action as soon as he could and Kalin was taking his sweet time eating. "How long are you going to take, are you preparing for hibernation or something?", the hybrid said in a voice laced with annoyance. "I think this sandwich just completed my life...I had to savour the taste", his friend responded with a face that appeared to be in heaven. A smile crept onto Sorren's face, Kalin was someone who just said the first thing that came to his mind; a thing that could be both a virtue and vice. Kalin then got up and brushed off his trousers before he nodded at Sorren with a grin, signalling he was ready to go.


Now all Sorren had to do was find her, he suspected that Azalea hadn't been idle while he thought of a plan and so assumed she had one of her own. As he started to walk around the school to look for the whisper, Sorren made a mental note to be on guard and then looked over at Kalin, the goof was just following wherever Sorren walked and gave him a smile when their eyes met. He would have sped around the school with Kalin but the last time he did that the psychic vomited repeatedly, he didn't want to experience that again and so they searched at an average pace. Sorren knew it was a risk get him directly involved but he wouldn't let anything happen to him.


(( Heyyy @DarknessSpirit just wanted to check if it was alright for Sorren's plan to go ahead? Like I don't wanna just force it onto Azalea without your permission Y'know, feels rude lol ))

 

[minajesty]

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Pandora Lockhart (Succubus/Shifter)
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When she finally found her room, Pandora settled in looking around the room in disgust. "Ive seen closets bigger than this.."she mumbled to herself and put her clothes away into the closet and drawers. As she did that, she chuckled to herself. "These are probably breaking the dress code in so many levels.."she mumbled and sighed when she finished. Then something startled her enough to make her shift. But she was pretty pissed off at herself when she realized that it was just the bell. "So fucking stupid.."she said to herself in a low whisper. But she was grateful since she was starving! When she put her leather jacket on, she quickly made it over to the cafeteria. Some of the guys and girls were staying at her like a piece of meat. She smiled mentally. Well these skin tight leather pants must be working for me, she thought to herself. Grabbing her usual (salad and water), she sat down at an empty seat and yawned. Pandora wanted to get a good look around here, especially at the students.


(( @DarknessSpirit I was kinda thinking that Pandora and your character could have some drama between each other. It would be good since my character is a feisty bitch and your character is a stone cold person))

 

[Deadly Darkness]

The lamia looked at him in surprise, but then smiled. "Alright, well thanks for walking with me." She waved goodbye to him as he bolted for the school. She then continued to her dorm with a faint smile that seemed to be stuck on her face. Lila hummed happily as she entered her room and changed into dryer clothes. Even though he had said she could keep the shirt, she already planned on washing it after school and returning it after the game. Lila planned on surprising him by attending the game; she would figure out the details of staying warm later. The idea pulled a large grin onto her face. Now it was simply about making it through the rest of school.


@ThatOneLunatic

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

 Azalea was relieved as the bell ended, signaling for lunch. She wasn't hungry, which wasn't rare for her. But today was different. She felt unsettled, like a stone was wedged in her stomach. Azalea hardly listened as Cat droned on next to her. They sat on the bench outside, eating there lunches, and Azalea juggled with a red apple, staring at it with hatred as her mind was somewhere else. 


"After school," Azalea said, cutting Cat off. "We'll find him after school." Azalea said firmly, referring to there plan with Sorren. Cat sighed, but nodded. 


Cat stared at the necklace on Azalea's neck. "What did you swear? With the necklace." 


Azalea spun on Cat, a smoldering glare in her eyes, and Cat knew she'd made a mistake. "I understand that you're completely alone Cat, but doesn't it ever get tiring, knowing you'll always be alone? Just out of reach?" Azalea said, her voice as cold as ice. Cat shot up, clenching her fists at her sides and she glared at Azalea. 


"Screw you Azalea! Someday you're heart of ice will melt, and you'll be alone when it does." Cat spat, before storming away. Azalea's face remained blank, staring after Cat. Azalea felt stung by her words, but she no longer showed it. 


Azalea stpod up, tossing her apple back and forth in her hands decidedly as she paced, still feeling anxious and worried. 


Mentioned: @Bowa


((Of course! You have my permission. Oh and @TheCandyEmo that sounds like a great idea!))

 

[Deadly Darkness]

Sean smiled widely. "Lunch time." Even with his snack he was still hungry, as usual, and was tired of sitting in class. Once out of his lit class he walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria. He was in a relatively good mood and figured he could scarf down whatever the school was providing. While walking down the halls he spotted the familiar two: Alex and Andromeda. He smiled cheekily as he waved at the two. The day seemed to be going up for him.


@ThatOneLunatic @raddish

 

[Bowa]

The hybrid couldn't catch her scent with it being lunchtime and countless students surrounding him so he had to search the old-fashioned way; it would have been simple if he had something of Azalea's that he could get her exact scent from but alas he didn't. Therefore, he started his search where he had last seen her, the front entrance. Sorren saw Garrett picking himself up off the floor sheepishly and sped over to him as Kalin trailed behind. The vampire's face turned as white as a sheet when he looked up and saw Sorren standing over him, "Where is she?", Garrett knew who he was talking about and began to open his mouth before Sorren abruptly interrupted him. "Don't talk just point". With that Garrett pointed straight to a bench not too far away where he saw two distant figures sitting.


Sorren smiled at the vampire smugly before he gestured for Kalin to follow him, as they strolled over to the area that Garrett had pointed out Sorren looked over at Kalin, "Are you alright?" he asked genuinely. "Yep, if I'm being honest, I'm kinda excited. It's always exhilarating using my abilities", Sorren smiled at his friend before he gave him some advice, "Just don't underestimate her, she's formidable. Trust me. I know". Sorren said with a small laugh as they approached their destination.


As the pair reached a large rock surrounded by trees that was close to where the figures were, they saw Cat storming off from the area, Sorren quickly moved his hand and covered Kalin's mouth - knowing he was going to exclaim. When Sorren thought it was safe enough, he removed his hand and peaked around the rock and saw Azalea pacing around the place alone. He couldn't help wondering what she was thinking about and why the person he assumed was with her left in such an angry manner, before he could come up with reasons in his head Kalin nudged him and spoke in a hushed whisper. 


"Okay. Once you're ready give me the signal".


"Does it really have to be a finger pistol?".


"I guess you must not nee-".


"Fine".


Sorren did the all too familiar action of rolling his eyes before he rushed around the rock and sat on the bench close to where Azalea was pacing. He folded his arms behind his head and said, "You're looking as cheerful as usual...", his speech had a sarcastic tone and his face wore a smirk.


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

 Azalea's hand wrapped around her amulet, she remembered the night her mother gave it to her. Before she died. Azalea grimaced, staring at the blue oval amulet. She'd broken her promise. "I've done a bang up job, haven't I?" Azalea muttered angrily to herself, her Bulgarian accent thick in her voice dropping the amulet and letting it fall back to her neck. 


Azalea felt his presence and she spun around to see who it was, her face ashen but she relaxed...slightly. Looking a bit relieved that it was only Sorren. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, but her mouth corner up in a grin. 


"Yes Sorren," Azalea said in a sarcastic, sweet tone. "I've  decided to finally embrace life at its fullest." She said cheerily in her false voice, before dropping her face into a suspicious one and she folded her arms across her chest. "What do you want?"  She asked flatly, her dark eyes narrowed. 


Interaction: @Bowa

 

[Bowa]

Sorren sat on the bench calmly until Azalea turned around, she narrowed her eyes at him but replied in a sarcastic tone, he feigned that he was offended in response, "Oh, am I not allowed to come and see my favourite person?", Sorren said with a sarcastic grin as he stood up.


The hybrid walked over to Azalea slowly, stopping in front of her and staring into her eyes mischievously. "This is going to be fun...", he uttered amused as he raised his hand and made a finger pistol. As soon as he gave the signal, Sorren grabbed Azalea and forced her to the ground. He used his legs to pin down her own and wrapped his hands around her arms pinning them to the ground. "One way or another I always end up pinned against you", he couldn't help saying with a smirk as Kalin ran over. "She's not as scary up-", Kalin began to say before Sorren glared at him and the the psychic promptly knelt down above Azalea's head.


"If you just stay calm and relax it's like dreaming, it's quite calmi-".


"Stop blabbering and just start already Kalin before I let her go".


With that, Kalin placed two fingers to Azalea's forehead, after a second his eyes shone an almost blinding white colour and he raised his other hand to Sorren's forehead - he touched it lightly with his thumb to mark Sorren as where the memories would siphon. Kalin could have accessed Azalea's mind without touching her if he really wanted to but the physical contact allowed him much more control and the ability to access the deepest reaches of her mind; plus she was a whisper and probably would have detected his invasion from a distance. Sorren stared down at Azalea, bracing himself for if she attempted to struggle, also preparing to try and compel her if she was weak enough to be susceptible to it from Kalin's mind breach.


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Seraph]

 
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Hasan began to think that Rhea was mad at him after her long silence. He was unsure what she expected of him and he didn't want to do anything without her command for fear that she would not support his decision. He moved his hand up and down her lower leg soothingly while he spoke to her. "Rhea...is everything all right? Did you want something else? Ask and I will do my best to serve...just say the words." He cocked his head looking into her eyes.
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@raddish
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[Ms. Sparrow]

 As soon as Sorren used a finger gun, Azalea turned to run, in instinct of course, internally she knew she couldn't outrun him, but it was instinct to run. Always. 


Before she could manage more then a step Sorren took her down, pinning her to the ground in a flash, and Azalea writhed wildly, as if her life depended on it, pulling and bending in probably some painful manners to get away. Azalea's eyes flicked to Kalin and her eyes narrowed into slits, giving him a look that almost could kill. "A psychic, wonderful." Azalea snarled sarcastically, writing under Sorren. 


As as the psychic touched her, Azalea chose to shoot daggers at Sorren with her eyes, with such a hateful look, Azalea herself may have wilted underneath it. "Friends now Sorren? How much easier you've made this." Azalea hissed with venom, Azalea clenched her jaw at his hands on her, specifically near her scarred wrists. "Let go-"Azalea was cut off as her memories were accessed, a flicker of fear crossed her face and her eyes turned jet black. Her life flashed before her eyes, and the first prominent memory made her feel exactly how she did on the night it happened. 


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First Memory 


Azalea was fifteen, and it was Christmas Eve. Inside the large manor of their home, her nine siblings were full of cheer as they decorated the Christmas tree in the gallery. A large room with large glass panes and beautiful artwork hung on white paneled walls, the couches were so white one could be blinded by them, as such, her father didn't allow them to sit on them. Azalea sat on the floor, smiling and watching her sisters, her gaze full of love, she was however, exhausted. The room was full of Christmas excitement, but only the girls sat in the library. 


Mother had taken ill a year before, and it was off an on. Some days she felt well enough to play with them, other days all she could do was sleep. With a baby on the way, and her illness, there father forbade them to see her. Her father on the other half, worked on papers in his office, too busy to spend any time with them. 


A hand on her shoulder surprised her, and Azalea turned to see a maid staring down st her. "Yes?" Azalea asked, standing up, her language different, spoken in Bulgarian. 


The maid smiled at her warmly. "You're mothers asked to see you." She said kindly, also replying in Bulgarian. 


"Really? My Father is alright with it?" Azalea asked hopefully, perking up. The maid chuckled. 


"Of course. Anything you're mother wants you're father will want her to have. You know this." She replied to Azalea. Azalea nodded and smiled before nearly running out of the gallery. She ran into the entrance hall, up the staircase, down a couple hallways and entered quietly into her mothers room.


Although the girls weren't allowed in, the room was full of them. Homemade gifts and crafts from the girls, cards and decorations. Her mother was asleep, laying on her back in a silk, clean, green nightgown. Her pregnant belly full. Dark waves fell short at her chin, and she deeply resembled Azalea. 


Azalea felt disappointed st seeing her mother, and she crept towards the bed, secretly hoping her footsteps would wake her. Azalea scolded herself for the thought. Sleep was the only peace mother got these days. 


Her mother stirred, smiling warmly at the sight of Azalea and she sat up in her bed. She had one of those smiles that seemed to brighten the room. On her neck she wore a silver chain necklace, with a dark blue oval stone in a silver frame. 


"Where are the girls? I was hoping to see them too." Her mother asked kindly and gently. 


"Decorating the Christmas tree in the gallery, I can get them if you want." Azalea offered gently with sympathetic eyes, seeing the pain in her mothers eyes. 


Her mother smiled and shook her head. "No, that's alright. Come here, Azalea." Her mother asked, Azalea obeyed, sitting on the bed next to her mothers legs. Her mother unfastened her necklace and took Azalea's hand, pressing it into her palm gently. "I want you to have this, it would look beautiful on you." 


Azalea gasped, her mothers hands were ice cold. 


Azalea looked at at her mother, concern evident on her face. "Are you alright? Do you want me to call-" but her mother shook her head cutting her off. 


"Promise me you'll take care of you're sisters." 


"Is something wrong? Mom I-"


"Promise me." 


Azalea nodded. "Of course." The moment she uttered the words, Azalea felt a cold wash of pringles rose from her chest and spread all over her body. Azalea furrowed her brows and gasped. "Mother-" 


"I love you. Goosey." Her mother said gently, and she leaned in and gave Azalea a kiss on the cheek, her lips were cold as ice, and they turned white at the touch. 


Azalea left the room feeling unsettled. The next morning, her mother died after giving birth to another sister. 


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Azalea choked at the memory and writhed even more, twisting and bending, feeling herself begin to slowly weaken. 


Mentioned: @Bowa


((Too long?? I can shorten them if you want.))

 

[Bowa]

Sorren was overwhelmed with emotion not only from the memory, but from seeing that side to Azalea. It was unnerving because of how unusual it seemed. However, everything that happened only made the hybrid more curious, he couldn't help wanting to know more despite having a tiny pang of guilt for making her relive such a memory. But would she have stopped for him? Sorren thought not, the Azalea in the memories was clearly a different version from the current one.


Sorren looked at Kalin for a brief second, he hadn't broken even a drop of sweat and looked unfazed by what he had seen. This sort of thing was natural for the psychic, he was used to it by now. Sorren's gazed quickly shifted to Azalea's, her eyes were jet black like a never-ending abyss and she writhed under him. Sorren's iron grip was locked onto her firmly though, allowing Azalea's to only make her clothes dirty by twisting on the ground.


Sorren wasn't sure if his compulsion would work on her but he tried anyway, "Calm. Down. And stay still", he spoke in a clear tone hoping that she would fall victim to his compulsion; half because he felt bad seeing her in such pain but this was a game he wanted to win. Quitters were losers.


@DarknessSpirit (( No, it's completely fine. I love how you have written it! ))

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

 Azalea hadn't fallen ill to Sorren's compulsion, but she calmed down. Slightly. She stopped writhing as bad as she hand, but she still pulled and twisted on the ground, even though she knew in the back of her mind, her attempts were useless. Azalea felt like an open book, and she hated it. More memories flickered through in blues. Her father leaving them, Azalea supporting her sisters best she could, until it slowed to another prominent memory of Azalea, and she cringed.


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Second Memory 


Several months had passed since Mother's death, and her father had boffed off to join the army, leaving young Azalea to care for her sisters, which wasn't too hard with the servants and maids. 


Azalea awoke in the middle of the night to the heavy rain patter against the bedroom windows. There room was a large room, consisting of nine beds and a crib for the newest addition to the family. There bedroom was on the third story, north side of the manor with windows on the sides with window seats, nine beds against a wall, and on the opposite side of the wall was a large brick fireplace, big enough to walk into. 


Azalea got up to stoke the fire, tripped on a wooden bed leg, and was sent sprawling across the dark room, catching herself on the fireplace bricks, her hand on a rather oddly shaped brick and Azalea lifted herself up before removing her hand on the brick. 


Faintly, inscribed in the oddly shaped brick, were the initials 'KS' inscribed into the brick, Azalea gasped. 


A magic passage!


Long ago, as in 200 years or so, the manor had belonged to someone named Kole. He was apparently a tyrant back in his day, a witch. He did terrible things to people, and people revolted against him until he was finally killed. The manor had been unmagicked for the most part, and most of the passages had been turned into storage rooms. But what could hurt from just looking? 


Azalea was infatuated with witches and magic, despite being a Whisper and didn't hesitate. Remembering what a witch had once told her, she rubbed the initials with her silver necklace her mother had given to her. Silver was said to open them. 


After a while, Azalea began to lose hope until the mark began to warm, then grew hot and burned, Azalea drew her hand away and in a burst of light, the fireplace began to shift, the light was so bright Azalea had to shield her eyes, and when the light finally subsided Azalea glanced back at the fireplace. 


The firplace ace no longer had a spot stained black-brick wall at the back, but was open, the fireplace had shifted into a silver archway. Azalea gaped. Azalea glanced at her sisters, asleep in their beds, before stepping into the firplace, soot scattering unto her nightgown, and she stepped through. She stood on a flat wooden landing, perhaps as big as the firplace, with a stairway that descended into the darkness. 


Withiut hesitation, Azalea began to draw end the dark stared, fumbling her way to see, and she really wished she'd brought a flashlight or lantern, when a voice nearly caused her to fall. 


"Stop, stop, stop. Really Az, you're as bad as Ariana." Karliah said, stepping through the fireplace with a wry grin on her face, sleep in her eyes with excitement. Karliah was sixteen a couple months younger then Azalea, and second eldest. She held a sleeping Willow, the newest addition, still just a baby. 


Following after Karliah came the rest of the girls, rubbing sleep from their eyes. 


"Did I wake you? Sorry, I guess I just got so excited, can you believe it?" Azalea asked excitedly. After she explained to the girls what she knew she said "It's probably just a storage room, but you wanna check it out?" The girls earthly nodded and Azalea was relieved Violet, who was fourteen, had the decency to bring a lantern. 


Together they descended the stairs, with Azalea in the lead, the stairs seemed to spiral downwards forever but as they turned again, they were met with a brilliant light, and emerged into the most beautiful scene. 


They stood on a cobblestone path, surrounded in a silver forest. Everything was silver, the leaves, the trees, it was beautiful. All girls mouths formed perfect O's. 


"It looks like the gardens!"


"Or Christmas tree decorations!" 


More excited cries erupted from the younger girls as they squealed in excitement, Azalea was silent, in pure awe. 


Karliah turned to Azalea. "What is this place?" She asked. 


"I think it's the manor." Azalea responded, looking around and touching a leaf, when she pulled back her hand, silver dust stained her fingers. 


Karliah snorted. "Not our boring-white-bright-strict manor! No wonder nobody ever told us about this place, we'd never leave!" 


Azalea couldn't help but agree with her on that part. She wondered if her father knew about the passage, she doubted it. Together, the girls trailing behind Azalea, she lead them through the path of the silver forest and as they walked, a faint sound of music played, music she'd never heard before, old music, played from an orchestra. A willow tree masked the path ahead like a curtain. 


"It's coming from beyond the tree." Diana whispered, age twelve. 


Azalea stepped up to the willow and parted the silver leaves with her hands, like a curtain. The girls gasped.


The path did not end, ahead, a dainty, glassy bridge arched over a silver-liac pond. White relfections danced across the water. Beyond the bridge, was a domed pavilion, filled with dancers. Women in contests led by there colorful suitors, silver vines curled over white latticework. 


Azalea pulled back. Suddenly getting a bad feeling. This was too much magic, magic Mother surely had not known about. 


"We need to head back. This is to much magic." Azalea said firmly, receiving a roar of cries and protests from the girls. 


"I wanna see more!" Diana said, pushing past Azalea and through the willow leaves before Azalea could even begin to grab her. 


"Me too!" Hannah cried, age seven, and ran toward, Azalea grabbed her arm but Hannah yanked her arm out of her grip. Then, all the girls pushed past Azalea, through the willow leaves. 


Panicked, Azalea dove through the willow leaves, she ran over the bridge and to her relief, her sisters did not go charging up the stares, but hid in the bushes by the stairs that went up to the pavilion. Azalea stared in awe before Karliah's hand shot up from the bushes, pulling her into the silver vines and leaves. 


Karliah grinned at her. "Just like old times, we'll call this the Great Leftover Magic Scandal." 


"How about, the Great We're Going To Get Caught Scandal." Azalea said crossly. 


"Oh, do stop whining." Diana whispered. "Besides, have you ever seen so much dancing in you're life?" 


Azalea's anger subsided as she stared through the leaves and at the dancers. They looked to be from another time period obviously, with the corsets and colorful waistcoats. The women wore dresses Azalea only dreamed of wearing, in silver and gold. Azalea felt a hand poke her shoulder and looked down to see Isabelle, pointing a pudgy hand with insistence over at a table. 


The  table had been placed with all kinds of goods, almost mouth watering in fact. Azalea shook her head. Isabelle had an insatiable appetite. A lady swept by them and the girls dunked, Azalea should have felt a breeze but she felt nothing. 


"Magic." She whispered. 


"Magic or not. We should have really been invited. This is our manor after all." Diana whispered crossly. Isabelle pouted and Azalea looked back over at the dessert table, and her heart stopped. A dark-gloved hand plucked one of the napkins from the pile. 


A gentleman stood there, by the table. Dressed in all black, not boring black but dashing black. One so smooth that stars would have gotten lost in it. He wore a costume of a long waistcoat and a sweeping cloak that brushed the edge of the marble. It complemented his face. A specter of high cheekbones with hints of long dimples. His midnight hair had been pulled into a sleek pony tail. And his eyes-even across the distance-blazed pure black. Azalea had never seen someone so...beautiful. 


The gentleman took the lacy napkin in his long fingers, and ripped it in half with ease, as if it was paper. He repeated it until they were tiny pieces then he raised his hands to his lips and blew. The pieces fluttered over the dancers and turned into snow, falling in little flakes around them. The girls sighed in awe. 


"Who is he?" Diana whispered. 


"No idea.  Azalea whispered. "But he's real."


The gentleman's eyes swept over the scene and in a fleeting moment, stopped on the lattice the girls peeked through. On Azalea. 


Azalea's heart jumped in her throat and she dunked into the bushes, waiting for her heartbeat to slow before she dared a glance back, this time, she was met by a pair of black boots. Azalea but back a gasp and craned her neck to look up, covering Willow's mouth, who was now awake. The gentleman stared off into the distance, and released a long, sad sigh, as though torn from the depths of his soul, and then abruptly, he walked away. He had not seen them! The girls released a sigh of release. 


"Let's get out of here." Azalea whispered. This time nobody argued and they silently crept along the bushes and got were halfway on the bridge when Azalea glanced back--


And saw Isabelle among them. Isabelle stood at the dessert table, licking her lips and helping herself to sweets. 


"No no no!" Diana whispered. 


"Dammnit Isabelle why do you always have to eat!" Karliah seethed. 


It it seemed to take forever to get Isabelle's attention, Azalea stood as tall as she could, trying to meet Isabelle's eyes. Isabelle bent down, picking up a cookie ball of some sort that rolled off her plate. When Azalea finally did get her to meet her eyes, she gestured to herself and Isabelle nodded. 


Isabelke then folded up the hem of her nightgown into a sort of basket, and began to pile desserts into her dress. 


"No no no, Isabelle. That was a come here motion!" Azalea moaned. Isabelle then swung around, and began to walk right across the pavilion, skirts swaying with desserts. Dancers screamed and Isabelle was flanked by the rustle of skirts and running. A second later Azalea heard Isabelle's tiny five year old voice cry. 


"Lea!" 


Azalea spun to the other girls. "Over the bridge! Now!" the girls obliged, breaking into a sprint, tripping and pushing each other across the bridge. Azalea turned and ran across the bridge, she went up the pavilion stairs, the dancers screamed again. And she pushed her way through them, picking up a shaking Isabelle, scattering desserts everywhere. Isabelle let out a cry. The dancers backed away to the edges of the pavilion-and disappeared.  Azalea bounded down the steps, and ran towards the bridge. 


"My lady, wait!" 


Azalea kept running, touching the beginning of the bridge. 


"My lady, please!" 


Azalea was was almost halfway across, setting down Ivy and catching up to the rest. 


"If you don't stop, I'll make you stop." 


Azalea dared a glance back at the gentleman. He kneeled down, and dipped a gloved hand into the water. A sound of rushing and gushing sounded as the water began to rise, going over the bridge and some of the girls screamed, running back. The water stopped rising, trapping the girls together on the highest peak of the bridge. 


The gentleman stood, panting and pale, as if exerted to sickness. He leaned against the entryway of the pavilion. "I said please," he said panting. "aren't you supposed to do what I say when I say please?" He asked, taking off his wet glove and shaking it out, making silver drops fall into the pond. "This is my only pair, I do hope you're happy." 


The younger girls ckung clung to Azalea's nightgown, keeping their mouths clamped shut. Azalea opened her mouth to stammer out an apology-or anything, when he laughed. 


"Have I scared you?" He asked, smiling gently. "I must have, look at you, you're all pale as pearls, all huddled together like that. You must forgive me. Only, this is the first time I've seen real people since the time of Kole."


He bowed, his cape rippling behind him, how graceful he rippled, sleek and silky movements. He straightened. The girls mouths dropped in perfect O's. And he smiled faintly. 


"Call me Keeper. That is all I am known as now." He said, his voice as smooth as chocolate. 


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Azale was weaker now, her struggling getting weaker as each memory hit her like blow to the chest. Well, there went keeping Keeper a secret. Azalea felt a wash of pringles wash over her, and it felt like someone had knocked the air out of her. The oath! Azalea weakened further, and her struggles were hardly struggles at this point, feeling lightheaded and dizzy, she kept her gaze away from Sorren's, not wanting to be compelled.


Interaction: @Bowa


((well then...I typed wayyyy more then expected.))

 

[Me_But_Not_Me]

"I'd really love getting a look at your tail. I've never seen a merman before.", she said, unexpectedly smiling from ear to ear. She lied about never seeing a merman before, she had come across many during her 'dead'span. Mermen always fascinated her. They were so agile and graceful with their movements, and were always a treat to watch. She learned over time that they tended to show off if she told them it was her first time encountering their kind. 


"So far its been pretty suckish. The staff thinks there's a mistake. Apparently I wasn't supposed to be invited to their 'oh so prestigious' school because I'm 'human'. Thank god for one of the professors; he said he'd sort the issue out.", I smiled nervously. I was probably intimidating this boy. He wouldn't want to know all of this.


"So...would it be okay if I joined you?", I asked looking down awkwardly. Why was I feeling so weird? This was so unlike me.


@JayEmperor7

 

[Bowa]

The word intrigued did not do Sorren’s curiosity justice. Azalea’s memories were beyond anything Sorren had expected, and he wouldn't be surprised if they kept going downhill from there. The scenery through the magic gateway dazzled Sorren and he hadn't even seen it, not really. Though anyone who could conjure such a thing and had the name ‘Keeper’ were bound to be egregious the hybrid thought, Sorren felt like he was witnessing a story unfold right in front of his eyes. And once Sorren starts something he finds it incredibly difficult to stop.


The more Sorren saw the more his interest piqued, Azalea’s squirming did nothing to deter him. “This is happening whether you like it or not. Writhing is just going to prolong it”, he said with a hint of frustration. Sorren noticed that Azalea’s struggling had weakened however, signalling her vulnerability. He considered compelling her but she thrashed her head around in an effort to avoid eye contact with Sorren, he wasn't about to remove one of his hands to steady her. “If she wants to suffer, let her suffer in vain”, he thought to himself nonchalantly.


Sorren took another look up at Kalin, he was as cool as ever, his eyes still burning like the brightest of stars as his gaze stared off into the distance. His black hair was still perfectly styled, something Kalin spent a long time doing; the amount of time Sorren had wasted waiting for him to do his hair was something he didn't care to share. Sorren was never not amazed by Kalin’s psychic ability, how seamlessly he managed to access a person’s whole life was astounding to him. The fact that the process wasn't painful at all, except perhaps emotional trauma the victim suffered, meant if Kalin really wanted to, he could have people wrapped around his little finger. But of course that came with unfathomable danger, so it was best avoided in Kalin’s mind.


As Kalin continued his assault on Azalea’s mind, sifting through memories of irrelevance, Sorren couldn't help but let his mind wonder to what the whisper’s next move would be. He would be idiotic to assume should would just let this slide, he didn't really think about the aftermath of his plan – Sorren wanted to put it into action and so he did, but now he had a brief moment of contemplation. Just what would she do after was the question that had risen above all others in his head.


@DarknessSpirit (( Holy shit, it's like you're writing an actual story. One of my rules though, guys with pony tails are instantly at creep level 10 million ))

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

 Azalea gritted her teeth in frustration and humiliation as more memories surged forward. She made a promise to kill his friend when this was over. And maybe Sorren. 


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Azalea awoke with excitement that morning. The night before, they had discovered Keeper and the pavilion. Keeper had spun his tale. 


Hundreds of of years ago, Keeper was a high born gentleman, and friends with the tyrant Kole. Kole had even taught him a bit of magic, and Keeper was his apprentice. When Kole began to kill people, and went made, Keeper joined the rebellion. But Kole hated and refused betrayal, he hunted Keeper down and found him. Kole bound Keeper to the pavilion, and every night, Kole and his court would dance in the beautiful pavilion while Keeper was forced to serve them. After Kole was killed, he too, faded into the brick and walls of the manor, until recently he'd been set free enough to be able to use just a little bit of his magic.


 Azalea woke the girls and helped them get ready for breakfast, they went downstairs, entering into the dining room through the panes glass doors. There breakfest was cold, and they were late, but that did not deter them. Azalea folded her porridge as they girls excitedly chatted about the pavilion. Before they had left the night before, Keeper had invited them to come to the pavilion again, to dance. 


Azalea cheeks went warm as she remembered Keeper's rakish eyes and sleek ponytail. "He's a rogue," she said "I have half a mind not to return." Azalea said coolly, and was met with a cry of protests. 


"Oh you can't! I haven't danced in so long my feet hurt! And there's no room in this blasted manor!" Diana cried. 


Karliah scooted her chair closer to the table so Azalea and Karliah met eye to eye. "Az. Don't you realize how perfect this is? We finally have somewhere to dance again." 


"Of course I realize that. Azalea replied "It's just so...extraordinary."


"You saw how those dancers looked though. This isn't the 1800's, where are we gonna get clothes like that? They had corsets and dance slippers." Isabelle said quietly, putting a damper on everyone's mood. 


The girls slumped and Azalea bit her lip in thought. "I suppose we can dig through the attic. There's all sorts of things from back then stored up there." 


After a dusty day of rummaging through the attic, shopping, and more. Azalea and the girls finally found dresses and such to fit the look. And dance slippers, which weren't to hard to find surprisingly. Only the older girls wore corseted dresses. 


That night, the girls excitedly dressed and readied. Azalea found a box of old flowers under her bed and the younger girls beamed as the older girls put flowers in their hair. Azalea pitied the woman in the who had to wear such dresses with corsets. She could feel her own heartbeat. Azalea, Karliah, and Violet wore corseted dresses, beautifully colored and elaborate. Azalea wore a dark blue corseted dress, with beautiful silver beads making shapes and curvy designs along the corseted part, and her dress nearly sweeped  the floor, the fabric dark but light enough to easily flow with her, it did not poof out with skirts or such, and the corset hugged her tiny waist. Karliah and Violet wore similar dresses with different designs and colors. With hair brushed, up or pinned, and the tying of slippers, in another burst of light, the girls descended through the passageway one more. 


Tonight, the silver forest dropped at drops. But instead of normal rainwater, it dripped pearls. As the girls parted the willow curtain, her eyes found Keeper, leaning against the entrance and cutting a sharp, black outline against the white latticework. 


"You came." He said in his smooth voice, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. 


"Of course." said Azalea, forgetting she ever had a doubt.


Keeper swept down into a bow so low his nose nearly touched the floor. "My ladies" He breathed, bowing them in. 


The girls squealed and ran up the two stairs into the pavilion floor, her dance slippers were so smooth Azalea could almost feel the marble veins in the floor. She turned back to Keeper and his black rakish eyes were on her, Azalea quickly turned away, feeling warmth spread up her cheeks. 


"I thoroughly hope my ladies will enjoy their night of dancing." Keeper spoke. 


"You're not dancing?!" Diana cried


A faint smile traced his lips, still staring at Azalea. "I leave dancing to others who are more gifted then I." Keeper bowed out of the entrance, back unto a step. 


Rain began to gust in thick white patterns above thin, Pearls dropped in sheets over the sides, a curtain of white masked the Keeper from the emtrabce. When the drops subsided, and pearls only dripped from the sides, Keeper was gone. 


"Wow!" Exclaimed Hannah "Wow!" 


Dancing wasn't a problem. Her Mother was infatuated with history, specifically dancing. The girls loved dancing too and the way they danced back then was certainly better then how they danced in modern times, to Azalea at least. Azalea was a wonderful dancer, her mother had been masterful at dancing, she taught Azalea everything.


Azalea turned to the girls, a blush still heated her face, she smiled as the invisible orchestra sprung into a lively melody.


"A schottische!" said Azalea. "Do you remember this? Mother taught it to us hardly a year ago--you'll remember! Come along." 


They joined hands, and Azalea taught them the dance. Step-hop, hop, touch, hop. She taught them to turn their steps just so, and even two-year-old Ariana stepped right to the best on the next dance, a spinners reel. 


Azalea taught them all sorts of dances that night, laughing and spinning the girls laughing as Azalea turned them in the steps. 


Azalea loved it. The feeling of stretching herself tight, spinning and falling breathless as air hit her across her cheeks, seeing her sisters so happy, there pale chinks pink. It was magic to Azalea. 


It was past 1am when the girls finally plopped down exhausted, the skirts fanning out around them on the smooth marble floors, and the younger girls had fallen asleep on the red velvet sofas by the dessert table.  Diana stretched her feet, staring at her worn out slippers, her toes almost visible.   


"My slippers are trashed." Diana said, grimacing. 


"That means a job well done." Azalea replied. "That's what..that's what Mother used to say." Azalea said softly, trailing off. 


The pavilion fell into a somber silence. Karliah teared at her seals of her slippers, Azalea blinked at the domed ceiling. 


"When--When I dance, it reminds me of Mother." Violet stammerd softly. 


"It makes me forget.. about Mom... and Father." Holly said tearing up. 


"Then come back." 


The voice startled her, and Azalea quickly stood, smoothing down her skirts, the other girls followed. "Keeper." Azalea said in greeting. 


He stood at the entrance. His voice steady, his face a touch somber. "You are mourning I can see. You cannot dance up there, but you can here. Please come back every night and dance, mend you're broken hearts." Keeper said gently, leaning against the entrance. 


Azalea could've laughed and cried at the same time. 


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Azalea cringed at the memory, attempting to yank Her arms away angrily, but failed against Sorren's grip. Azalea felt like a wreaking ball, memories she'd kept buried hit her like a ball of pain and it took everything inside of her to not break inside and outside.


Interaction: @Bowa


((Thanks! It's largely inspired off a book I read.))

 

[Bowa]

Sorren rolled his eyes at Azalea’s struggling, he felt like he should have been blinded from how far he felt his eyes seemed to have gone back in his head. His impatience was getting the better of him. Yes, he expected her to react in an extreme fashion but he didn’t expect her to keep trying to escape his grasp when he was so clearly impervious to her writhing. She had tried multiple times now. But Sorren knew she was stubborn so if she hadn’t stopped yet then she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.


Something he hadn’t contemplated was how Azalea must feel, reliving these memories, seeing her parents and sisters again but only a fabricated version of them. Then ‘Keeper’ and the Pavilion along with all the thoughts they brought back. Sorren was unsure about how he should feel about it all never mind how Azalea felt. One thing that he knew for sure was that he was relieved he wasn’t in her shoes.


Sorren considered taking another glance up at Kalin but he assumed he would see the same thing he did the previous times. Instead, the hybrid just focused on being ready for another of Azalea’s memories. By now he had gotten used to the feeling of seeing her past and the consequent wave of emotions that came with it, though the intensity of them continually hit him like a brick.


@DarknessSpirit (( I feel so inferior with these posts when yours are like an English essay lmao, it's like you have put more effort into these posts than I have into my whole life over the last 2 weeks. Just wondering though, there isn't like 10 memories altogether right? Because bruh... ))

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

 Azalea gave up struggling, it was no use and she'd earned herself a couple bruised joints from struggling so much. She wished she hadn't scared Cat off now, she'd have backup. Azalea knew what memories were coming and she huffed, her eyes still black as midnight. More memories passed, in Azalea's memories, months passed. The girls spent every night at the pavilion. Her father had returned from war, and relationships were far more then strained, and her memory shifted, another prominent one. Azalea wished she could go back in time, and warn herself. But she couldn't. 


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 Fourth Memory 


Azalea couldn't describe those warm summer nights at the pavilion. They were magical. Amazing. Nothing pleased her more then seeing her sisters dance. By now, Azalea had taught her sisters nearly everything. Keeper was always the same, only bowing them in and disappearing, then bowing them out as they left. Azalea swore she saw him. Whenever she was spinning or such she swore she saw his eyes, watching through white latticework or standing at the entrance, but whenever she glanced back, nothing was there. 


Mornings came too early, and the girls woke up grumpy, including Azalea, and she became especially so when she found out what had been lost. 


Azalea paced angrily. How could you leave it?" I let you wear it once!" Azalea snapped at Karliah angrily. 


Karliah crossed her arms, a strand light in her blue eyes. "It's not my fault! The girls were tired and so was I!" She argued. 


Azalea paced quickly back and forth, the younger girls watching her with wide eyes. "He trusted us. He trusted me. I promised I'd give it back." Azalea said softly, frustrated with herself. Azalea was referring to a watch, a friend of hers, Brandon left it by accident.  She particularly fancied him, and they'd been using it to keep track of time at the pavilion, not wanting to bring there phones. 


"Then go to it. I'll get the wee chics down to breakfast." Karlia said to Azalea, leaving their room with the girls. Azalea grabbed her necklace off the nightstand and in a flash of light, she was descending the stairs of the passageway. 


She he was dressed in casual wear, her hair flowing behind her as she walked through the silver forest. She'd never been in the pavilion during the day. It felt different. Muffled. 


Azalea crossed the bridge, and there was no sign of Keeper anywhere. Azalea knocked on the entryway "Hello?" She called out to the silence. Knocking made her feel less invasive. She stepped into the marble floor the invisible orchestra sprung into a loud lively jig. 


"Shhh!" She seethed. "Quiet! Hush!" 


The orchestra cut off, except for a violin, that screeched a happy solo. When it realized the rest of the orchestra had quit, it shreeched off with a embarrassing rosined whine. 


Azalea searched the pavilion for the sign of the watch, and as she turned, she felt the unsettling, prickly feeling someone had their eyes on her. Azalea looked up, and let out a cry. 


There on the ceiling, like a big black spider, was Keeper. 


Azalea's heart nearly leapt out of her chest and she stumbled back. 


Keeper pushed off the ceiling and flipped to the ground, landing in a swoop. He landed, catlike, on his feet. His cloak settled around him. 


Azalea darted for the entrance. Keeper was there in an instant, blocking her way. He smiled a long-dimpled smile. 


"My, you startle easily." He said. 


"You-it-on the ceiling.." Azalea choked. 


"Oh, do calm down, Miss Azalea." In a silky movement he brought Azalea's shaking hand around his arm, smoothing her quaking fingers over his black suit coat sleeve. "Living in such a small pavilion for so many years makes one, ah, creative. And you, Miss Azalea I am pleased to see you here. Even if you are here for another gentleman's watch, and not for me." 


Azalea tried to tug her arm away, but Keeper only smiled, pressed his long fingers over hers, and escorted her to a sofa next to a dessert table. Azalea reluctantly sat, and Keeper produced a teacup, but Azalea shook her head. 


"Where is the watch?" Azalea asked. 


The teacup dissapeared with a wave of Keepers long fingers. "Ah, straight to the point. That is bad manners you know." He said.


Keeper strode to the dessert table, and lifted a tiny platter, instead of housing a tiny cake, Brandon's gold watch lay on the platter. 


Azalea reached for it, and Keeper shut it with a clink. 


"Mr. Keeper." Azalea said.


He lifted another platter lid, larger then the first, and Azalea gasped. On the platter lay an assortment of odds and ends. Hannah's stocking, hair pins of Azalea's. A  ribbon from a shoe, Ariana's. Violets hair pick she always carried around, all among other things of the girls. Azalea was shocked. 


"Those are ours!" Azalea said


"I know," said Keeper "I like to keep things."


"That's stealing!" 


"You must forgive me," he said, "but I am desperate. I need a favor from you, and you're sisters. A great favor indeed. And I don't believe any of you would help unless I did something, ah, unconventional. I want to be freed, Miss Azalea."


Azalea frowned. Keeper was well--Keeper. Magical and beautiful and  part of the eternal pavilion. She shifted on the velvet sofa feeling consternation and guilt. 


 "I..hadn't thought of that." said Azalea. 


"I know," said Keeper, he smiled but not bitterly. "Perhaps you will now?" 


"Oh, jeez." said Azalea. She stood up and strode to the entrance with a click click click. She felt angry, and needed a breath of air, real air. "I can't believe you would just--just steal!" 


"Step out of that entrance," Keeper called, "and you and you're sisters will never be welcome here again." 


Azalea stopped so abruptly her hair swished the threshold, and she glanced to see if Keeper was in earnest. A touch of a smile graced his lips, but his face was deadly serious. 


Azalea's toes curled in her leather boots. She suddenly hated Keeper. 


"Don't-" she stammered. She couldn't meet his eyes. "It's just...we got to keep dancing here, Keeper. It's all we have. Don't take it away from us. Please." 


"Then you'll help me?" He questioned. 


"Fine. But only for the dancing." Azalea said spitefully. Azalea didn't hear him, his steps soundless. But she felt his sleek presence draw near, stopping in front of her. He was close, so close that she should have felt his warmth, but did not. 


"Miss Azalea, there is a magical object somewhere in your palace that has been magicked so strongly, it keeps me weak. Confined here." He said.


Azalea's brows knit. She didn't think they had anything magic. Only a few things here and there leftover from Kole. It'd have to be old. Her brows knit further. How did you know what was magic?


"What is it?" 


"I do not know," he said. "But here is a thought. Until this year I was hardly more then brick and wall paneling. Something happened to the magic object, it was broken. In part at least-enough to let me regain my magic, in part." 


Azalea's brows knit further. It was easy to break things in the manor, anything could be magic. Keeper continued. 


"I need you to find the object-and destroy it," he said. "Christmas is but in three months. Surely that is enough time?" 


Azalea tapped her her foot against  the ground. The misty air stifling her. 


"We...don't have much magic left in the manor." She managed to say. "I suppose if I had all the girls search--" 


Keeper took Azalea's hand from the silver doorframe into both of his, and pressed his lips against it.


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Azalea flinched at the memory. The day her world began to fall apart. She turned, her black eyes piercing right into Sorren's. Azalea cocked her head,  "What hurt you, I wonder? To make you feel so much pain?" Her voice was soft, gentle even and a touch somber. But her eyes looked empty, devoid of emotion. Another mask. Another wall. Another day she got to live.  


Interaction: @Bowa


((Thank you haha, I know these are a pain to write. I'm skipping time as close as I can while including important events. So there should only be a five or four other memories left, some are smaller though, I plan to combine some memories in some posts if that's okay, just to make this go by faster. Although it'll be a big post, I already have memories typed up so you don't have to wait so long.))

 

[Deadly Darkness]

Lila sat quietly in her lit class with an absolute look of boredom. English wasn't really her forte. In fact she'd rather be anywhere else. Her stomach growled hungrily, reminding her that she hadn't eaten. Instead she had been swimming with one of the captains of the football team. She didn't regret it, but man could she go for a piece of jerky right now: anything to silence her stomach. She rested her face in the palms of her hands as she let silly fantasies of someone bringing her food fill her head. She imagined that being in a relationship would be like that, if she were to ever have one. Where it didn't matter what the other was doing, if one of them needed something the other would come running, even if it was something as small as a hug, or a hand to hold, or a bite to eat. She let these little sweet thoughts fill her mind, distracting her empty stomach. 

 

[raddish]

Andromeda frowned when he poked her in the forehead. She thought he was treating her like a child, and if there was anything the sophomore hated, it was how all of the upperclassmen thought they were superior. She sighed heavily to calm herself before running a hand through her ponytail. He asked about the dance, she didn't want to answer but felt she had to. "Only as friends." She answered.


( mentioned: @ThatOneLunatic )


Rhea shook her head from her thoughts and looked at Hasan. "Everything is fine, I was just zoning out." She said before rolling over onto her side. She was getting quite tired now, and even though she had no sight of the future, she could tell nothing was going to happen that would pique her interest. Plus, she needed all the energy she could get for the game and the dance if she was going to make it through both.


( mentioned: @Seraph )

 

[ThatOneLunatic]

Alex frowned at her when she got upset about him poking her forehead, that was something he did to everyone. It was like his version of a handshake, he sighed. Andromeda then spoke of only going to the dance as friends, which he felt unnecessary as he had already stated they would be going as friends. "I did say friends." he faked a smile he almost didn't want to go with her now, she had been rude to him all day as if he had done some terrible thing to her. He looked away to the side slightly before mutter "You always ruin it dont you...Alex..." He was honestly confused and upset, he had been rejected and now she seemed like she didnt even like him as friend anymore. He then looked up "Look if you dont want to be my friend or anything just say it." He said in a nervous tone before adding "It's ok if you're freaked out by me and all I get it."


@raddish

 

[raddish]

"I'm not freaked out I just.." Andromeda sighed again. "I can't explain it, I can't explain why I don't fall in love with people or why I've been giving you the cold shoulder or why the word love makes me cringe." She leaned against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. She wanted to go to the dance with him, but the idea that he loved her was a red flag in her mind. She feared what would happen if she went, if Alex would try to pull a move on her or she would lead him on further. Andromeda felt helpless, mainly because she was hurting one of the only people who genuinely liked her. "I just need time, I don't know.. This stuff is weird for me."


( mentioned: @ThatOneLunatic )

 

[ThatOneLunatic]

I understand that you need time to think about me loving you and all, but you dont need to be different around me. I'm still me. I'm not gonna be any different especially since you dont know how you feel." He said with a smile putting his hand to her cheek turning her face to look him in the eye. "How about we talk outside, and hangout for a little?" He asked as he smiled widely to her, he was trying to get her to get her mind off his feelings "I can grab my guitar and we can just have some fun, after all I'm sure you are stressed out like me over this game."


@raddish

 

[raddish]

Earlier, before Alex had confessed his feelings, Andromeda would've jumped at the chance to go outside and listen to Alex play his guitar. Now the thought of it sparked anxiety as she kept thinking of his feelings. She shrugged, giving in but feeling off about it. "Sure, I need to work on my cartwheels anyways." She said, cracking her knuckles and faking a bright smile. She knew she wouldn't be able to get her mind off of his feelings, but she decided it would be better to deal with it than to not. She needed friends like him in her life.


( mentioned: @ThatOneLunatic )

 

[ThatOneLunatic]

He smiled and said "I was more thinking you sing, I'll play the guitar, its too late to practice. you gotta save your strength, I made that mistake earlier." he then motioned for her to start walking "Come on. I'll race you there! You get a 10 second head start and that will be the last of the activity you have to do until the game!" he smirked before he waited for her to run with a smile on his face as he added "If you dont, I'll have to bite you."


@raddish

 

[Seraph]

 
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After Rhea had told him that everything was fine he felt a little better about the situation and then laid behind her on the bed putting an arm around her. He pulled her closer putting his face in the space of her neck just breathing lightly. "Well...if everything is alright then..." He made himself comfortable with her on the bed just staring at her hair. His arm that was around her feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. 
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@raddish
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