Fantasy The City of Myths

[Leo Radomir]

Hananya watched him go inside, which made her bite her lip. She didnt really want him inside without her saying it was alright, but she did not have much time to think about it as he then re-emerged from the flat and took care of the kids. She kept silent before letting out a sigh and bent down to fix the flowers. A lot of them had been pretty much destroyed. She just growled before looking at Cat as he complimented her attachment to her flowers. "Hmm... I've always loved roses." she sighed. God, how terrible was that? A beast that had an attachment to roses, just like in that story. She went inside her house, which was rather plain with not much to look at. The only curious thing was all the scratches on the ceiling, caused by her horns scratching against it since the ceiling was not tall enough for her 9ft height. She raised her head a little as she sniffed around before looking at the oven. He was already cooking? "...Why are you doing all of this?" she asked, turning around, only now deciding to ask about it. It just felt strange to her. She hardly knew this man, why was he so eager to help her? Leo Radomir

Cat paused for a minute then says" I told you before i used to be similar to you in the fact i got bullied but the difference i wasn't always so calm about things, i've killed several over the many countless year also outlived many of my friends and lover so i didn't want you to go down the same path one day". " So i figured being another lone soul it would be nice to bond, but above all i'm like this at times and even though your roar and all that your still a women and deserve to be treated right".

He takes the food out and plates it and puts it on the table and then pulls the chair out for hanaya and then moves over to his chair and waits for her.. ' i really should talk to the cat god this is no place for a women like her but i can't be rude and outright say it that would be so wrong'. He pauses for a minute or so then speaks up" As for the roses i don't see a problem most people i've met have a hobby of some kind and you're not first a long time ago i met a women that loved flowers like you she are mizu aira i know strange combo".

 

[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire

He almost doubled over, as her elbow smacked into his abdomen causing the vampire to sharply exhale (even though he didn't really have to, it was a natural reflex). "I never said you were a monster, I said you have the capacity. As does everyone." He snapped eyes a frightening shade of red. But as she continued, Mortimer's clenched jaw began to grow lax. Till only his lips remained pressed together in a grim line. "No better than me? You try to forget the part of yourself like it's shame. Denying your heritage because you think you know what right and wrong is." He shot back. "Some of us had no choice. Some of us embraced it. Others shunned it. Tell me, how I should survive without necessary murder? It became fun because life is as fickle as the sparrow you ended. God is dead and we have killed him."

Mortimer forced himself to look up and meet her tears. His ivory features emptied of both anger and marginal sorrow. "I did realize something about yourself though, Mortimer... It's that it's this side of you that makes you incapable of loving or being loved yourself... And that is aside from the fact that you'll always end up alone until the day a stake is driven through that cruel heart of yours." That statement was far more cutting than it should've been to him. Him of all people. "The day I die, may you witness it." He called. Turning from the elf and toward the clearing with fury in his expression. The heel of his shoe, shoving itself purposefully into the tiny sparrow's corpse, spilling an abundance of blood and other secretions.

Holding his cane tight, knuckles pulled taut and tendons fastened - the vampire left few red footprints whilst making his way to the bullseye and retrieving her old arrow. About to snap it in half, as much as it would've pleased him - Mortimer let the shaft roll uselessly in his palm. Till a flare of pain struck up, realising a spot of sunlight had dappled his neck. Swiftly moving out the way, gently prodding the raw burn he picked up his umbrella and again paused. It was a silly, flimsy wooden thing that wouldn't be missed. Nevertheless, he was compelled to return it. To try to prove her wrong? Perhaps. Pulling his scarf up over the raw, weeping skin, Voltaire pushed up his umbrella and started to walk. Following the footsteps of where Rosaria had fled in hateful distaste back into the city. He was certain, causing Mort to pick up from a stroll into a jog.

He should've been chasing her to retrieve his reputation through something gruesome, but far more like a child, he held that singular arrow in his grasp. Eyes flickering across the broken foliage of which direction she'd headed. Only momentarily did he spy a flicker of red hair up ahead. Cursing himself for a personal heavy-handed philosophy of being the cynical pessimist. She was company. Brave company who stared him in the eye and appeared unafraid - company who had told him all his sins and left him feeling ridiculed. A psychopath couldn't explain themselves. Good people could. "Doctor! -" Mortimer broke the undergrowth of the forest and almost toppled himself. Only to clear his throat, and offer her that sad little arrow. "You forgot this." Almost as good as an apology; wasn't it? Stiffly, the vampire then shifted from foot to foot. "I'll be going then."​

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(Much longer than I expected, oops)

 

[Texangamer]

Isabelle

She was bored as she just left hassen as she looked at the card that was given by the cafe lady to hassen she wanted to go there but the cafe was closed she puffed her cheeks as she was a bit frustrated she had her headphones in' okay where to go now i don't want to go back to the house yet since i'm bored homeschooling hasn't started yet so i'm pretty much free' she thought she hated when the other people make fun off her since she couldn't talk she try to ignore them' i don't need to listen to them i'm strong i want to learn how to fight so if the bullies comes back i can defend of myself' she thought as she just saw the doc rosaria and some guy following her as she was just standing there she didn't know what to do as she looked at her phone as she saw she had no more service' fuuuuuuck they did not just took me off ther service yay me' she thought idalie Charcoal_Lilly50​

 

[Rumble Fish]

Hananya listened to him as he spoke as well as watch him dish the food out. She was rather interested in what he said. He killed and/or outlived the people in his life? How old was he? She sighed as he mentioned how she still needed to be respected. She sighed deeply, "Look I appreciate it but... do I look like a 'woman' to you?" she sighed. She looked around before sitting next to him, but not before taking a small framed photo and showed it to Cat. It showed herself when she was in her teens, her fur was shaggier and she didn't have horns. At either side of her were two elves, her adopted parents. Despite being about seven years younger in the image, she was even then about 6ft tall, while the elves were only around 5ft or so. She huffed and only glanced at the chicken before pulling it over and taking a large chunk of it with her dagger like teeth. Once she finished that mouthful, she looked at Cat before looking at the photo. "That's my parents, Marian and William." she sighed before taking one of the chicken drumsticks, "I still see them every now and again and stuff but... don't really have anyone else. Shouldn't be surprised really, didn't give anyone any reason to be friends with me." she shrugged before continuing to eat, also eating the bones of the chicken. She didnt know why she was telling him all of this. Maybe it was just a form of comfort? Leo Radomir

 

[Leo Radomir]

Hananya listened to him as he spoke as well as watch him dish the food out. She was rather interested in what he said. He killed and/or outlived the people in his life? How old was he? She sighed as he mentioned how she still needed to be respected. She sighed deeply, "Look I appreciate it but... do I look like a 'woman' to you?" she sighed. She looked around before sitting next to him, but not before taking a small framed photo and showed it to Cat. It showed herself when she was in her teens, her fur was shaggier and she didn't have horns. At either side of her were two elves, her adopted parents. Despite being about seven years younger in the image, she was even then about 6ft tall, while the elves were only around 5ft or so. She huffed and only glanced at the chicken before pulling it over and taking a large chunk of it with her dagger like teeth. Once she finished that mouthful, she looked at Cat before looking at the photo. "That's my parents, Marian and William." she sighed before taking one of the chicken drumsticks, "I still see them every now and again and stuff but... don't really have anyone else. Shouldn't be surprised really, didn't give anyone any reason to be friends with me." she shrugged before continuing to eat, also eating the bones of the chicken. She didnt know why she was telling him all of this. Maybe it was just a form of comfort? Leo Radomir

Cat gently smiles before he tucks into his food then says" I added some lemon for some flavor, but that aside it must be nice to still have and see them, it's been so long since they were killed i don't it's all it's all faded but enough of that i don't want to depress you to much". " As for do you look like a women yes unless your a male tranny playing dress up, but jokes and that aside you really should break that habit of pushing people away i'm not like others i'll accept you for you are". Cat pauses for a minute or so then says" I'm also part incbi so that doesn't help things but i think differnce in this ever changing world is what makes it interesting".

 

[Charcoal_Lilly50]

How could he.. how could he tell me that I could be a monster... What did I do to him to deserve that.. All I've ever been was kind to everyone... Even him... More tears seemed to find their way from her eyes, to her cheeks, then the ground below her as she walked. Rosaria hadn't felt this way since she was a child. It made her feel as if she was turning back into to that child that was hated by her elven community for being part demon. I never asked for this, she thought to herself sadly as her walking went on. Bring up her gloved hands she started wiping the tears from her eyes and face.

His words continued to ring in her head, it broke Rosaria's heart a bit. As she noticed that she was getting closer to the city she started cleaning up her act a bit. Wiping all her tears away, finishing up her sniveling, even biting her own tongue a bit to make herself stop her sobbing. Though as she got closer she could hear what sounded like was someone was running behind her. Then she heard his voice.

Swiftly the half elf turned to face the vampire in a defensive stance. Believing he was coming to avenge his pride or to make her pay for what she had said. However if that were the case, she would not let him have even the slightest satisfaction. But she was caught off guard by him. He wasn't there to fight her, but to return her arrow. Standing up straight she slowly took the arrow from his pale hand. "Thank you, Mortimer," she mumbled softly.

Looking at him the white of her eyes were a pinkish white from her tears. But seeing his scarf she thought something might be up.
Closing her eyes she gave a small sniff, inhaling the faint scent of burned flesh. He must have caught some sun and accidently burned himself. Opening her eye the blue orbs still held a bit of sadness. Slipping the arrow in its holder she slowly raised her hands up to his neck, and gently took his scarf off to reveal his burn. Pulling one hand on hers to her face she gently bit her glove and allowed her dainty hand to slip out.

Slowly she brought it to the vampire's face and gently let it slip to his wound. With a soft and gentle touch her hand began to glow a warm green. Mortimer's wound started to heal. This took some strong magic to heal a wound of the undead, but Rosaria didn't care. She felt that she owed it to him. After a few minutes the wound was healed and the half elf gently put his scarf around his neck like it was beforehand. "I apologize, Mortimer..." she mumbled softly and she looked to the ground.
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[RoseAstasia]

AMBER

Amber heard a comment about clothes and it made her remember something that she should probably mention, “Um... mom?” She pulled Stella away and whispered something in her hear, “this is probably a little weird to hear, but my clothes aren’t exactly made of clothes...” she pulled on her ‘shirt’ and made it stretch abnormally long, “I’m actually part shapeshifter... and I couldn’t really get clothes, or even make clothes when I got too big for the stuff I was wearing... So I’ve been using that part of me to um... keep that a secret...”, she shuffled a little bit, “but it would be nice to have real stuff... giving myself pockets feels weird...”

She stepped away, “there’s more, but I can tell you later; because it’s a a little bit weird...”

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[Rumble Fish]

Hananya finished her chicken and listened to him speak. "It's nice. Never had it with lemon." She said before licking her fingers contently, seeing some chicken got stuck under her claws. She listened to how he didnt have his parents now, making her look at the picture again. She figured she could give them a call. She hadnt spoken to them a lot since she moved here. She glanced at him as he mentioned how she should stop pushing people away. "Hm. Thing is, it's not me that pushes people away. It's people that push me away." she huffed, resting her head on her fist, "Never met my real parents and all the kids and parents looking to adopt were afraid of me. Still... I guess it's nice that someone isn't instantly afraid of me." she admitted before licking the remains off of her plate. She wasnt used to company so didnt pay much attention to his reaction. Leo Radomir

 

[Nonexisting]

Krystellia bluestone
'Stell'

stell walked forward leading them to the stairs walking slowly as she was careful with each step. the small woman held onto the railing as she went up the stairs with a soft hum in her chest. "they may barrow some of my old clothes,after all they are very rather close to my height with me being as small as i am. " she anwsered as she continued to walked. she found it funny how she had to remind her husband that she was dwarfed height wise and rather close in height to a child. when she reached the top she led the girls down the hall to a closet grabbing towels,some body soap,and shampoo. she then lead the to the dressing closing walking in looking through some things before pulling two childish night gowns from a drawer and a untouched pack of brand new panties. she turned and handed amber her share of things gesturing to a guest bathroom for her then took avery leading her to a different bathroom setting things down. "also,you'll be fine,amber sweetie,i'll be sure to make alterations to the clothes we buy you so they'll change when your body does...i had to do the same thing with my own clothes." she told amber. she said that becuase her butterfly form was much different that her usual catapiller state.
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire

Mortimer watched her expression closely for the reaction to his unlikely gift, following her reddened eyes - irises a shade of blue like the washed out sky after a rainstorm. He stood with his head half hanging, rubbing the nape of his neck only to nudge his hat and reposition it for the third time that day. "Yes, well, it was nothing really." He remarked, half-mumbling. Yet before he could fully take his leave, she pulled on his scarf. Unwinding the black material to reveal the red, blistered blemish upon his pale skin.

The moment her palm touched his face, there was warmth. And for the first time in a long time - it was like being alive. His dead heart felt as if it should thump and twist, but remained gone all the same. What shook him more, was that she expended the energy to heal him. Of all people. Neatly placing his scarf back, with what seemed like care. Voltaire was frozen, breathless without needing to breathe.

"Please -" Mortimer held up his hand. "Don't be." Lowering his gaze, lips parted with words lodged in his throat. "I apologise. Truly, I spin no lies on that, Doctor." He paused again, examining her reaction. "I know you're better than your parentage. Worked hard to - help others." The vampire pulled on his collar, as if the clothing was strangling his explanation. "You're right when you say I'll die alone. I've come to acknowledge the fact. But do me the pleasure, Miss Alvira, of seeing you home. I may be rude, boorish, and have questionable morals ... but I do find you to be a clever, and heartfelt companion. Forgive me, Rosaria."

He bowed again, sincerely. Taking her hand into his cold palm, to lightly press his lips against her bare knuckles till reasserting himself and tipping his hat forward by the brim. Producing a handkerchief, to offer it toward the elf. "I never meant for you to shed a tear." He murmured.​

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[Leo Radomir]

Hananya finished her chicken and listened to him speak. "It's nice. Never had it with lemon." She said before licking her fingers contently, seeing some chicken got stuck under her claws. She listened to how he didnt have his parents now, making her look at the picture again. She figured she could give them a call. She hadnt spoken to them a lot since she moved here. She glanced at him as he mentioned how she should stop pushing people away. "Hm. Thing is, it's not me that pushes people away. It's people that push me away." she huffed, resting her head on her fist, "Never met my real parents and all the kids and parents looking to adopt were afraid of me. Still... I guess it's nice that someone isn't instantly afraid of me." she admitted before licking the remains off of her plate. She wasnt used to company so didnt pay much attention to his reaction. Leo Radomir

Cat gently smiles and then playfully sneaks behind her and gives her a hug from behind and says" i like women that's sturdy like you and you make a great human blanket and when your not all graf like you can be a guy would be lucky to have you but i do admit i could of used slightly better wording when saying about pushing people away but i do like this slightly sheepish side of you it's cute".
He paused for a minute or so then says" i could show you how to cook nice dishes like the chicken so come round to my place some time, and even though i have no direct family the kids from the church would love a new big sister".

 

[Charcoal_Lilly50]

The elf slipped her other thick glove off her hand, slipping the two in her back pocket. But before she could say anything, Mortimer started to speak. His words moved Rosaria. Her blue orbs looking into his red ones as he spoke. Mortimer was actually apologizing to her, and he meant it. This was something she didn't expect to hear that from him. So as he spoke her cheeks grew a bit red, and her heart thumped a bit louder.

"Mortimer," she whispered softly as she looked at him. Eyes as soft as her tone of voice. This caught her off guard, the Mortimer she had seen was not one to apologize for anything. But this side of him, was different. Warm and caring. In Rosaria's mind she hoped that this wasn't a ploy. Feeling him taking her hand in his own felt a bit cold, but it didn't bother her. Her blush grew a bit when she felt the vampire's lips on her knuckles.

When he let go her hand slowly moved away from him. But not before Mortimer handed her his handkerchief which she gently accepted. Dabbing her eyes with it before her gaze shifted back up to his, now a tiny smile on her face. Without speaking she moved closer to the vampire. Then she wrapped her arms around his waist in a hug. "I forgive you, Mortimer. But please forgive me, I shouldn't have hurt your feelings like that."
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[Rumble Fish]

Hananya was too busy crunching on a bone to notice Cat sneak up behind her and hug her from behind. She growled slightly in surprise but stopped when she realised it was just him. Still, she was a bit confused at his advances. Nobody had been that friendly with her before, not to mention so quickly. As he mentioned cooking chicken her stomach grumbles, while the chicken was nice, it was less than what she would usually consume but she didn't want to appear to be savage around her... new friend? The man barely came up to her shoulder blade but seemed completely unfazed by the bizarre height difference. At his mention of kids, her ears fluttered. Despite what had happened before, Hananya did have a soft spot for youngsters. Sure, some had pointed at her in the street saying to their mums she looked like something that came fro under someone's bed but they didn't know any better. It was older ones she didn't like. At his words about a big sister, she chuckled. "Older sister? More like a talking dog. Though either way they'd be satisfied." She shrugged. Leo Radomir

 

[Texangamer]

Avery

She just was waiting on her mother to come back and help her as she looked around she was happy to have someone that cared for her she just was playing around as she waited for her mother she hated feeling this sick her stomach was kinda feeling a little better she just smiled as she was happy here as she was getting a bit tired as she yawned a little not sure if she can fall asleep idalie N Nonexisting​

 

[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire

Her flushed face was endearing, as were those eyes which followed, and lips which shaped the words to speak. His name was uttered, causing Mortimer to hesitate. If the vampire possessed a pulse it would be thundering in his ears. Rosaria dabbed her face with his cotton and lace handkerchief, drying her eyes before a smile appeared across her features and the elf stepped forward. With little warning, the doctor's arms wound around his waist in an embrace no less. Taken aback by surprise, Mortimer slowly returned the hug by wrapping his arms around the elf in return. Feminine perfume and products lingering on her skin and hair. Yet she was warm, a bundle of heat against his chest.

The vampire gently drew his fingertips over her pinkened cheek, to tuck a loose strand of fiery tresses behind her ear. Resting the palm of his hand against the corner of her jaw for a freezeframe of admiration till he pulled it away. Closing his eyes for a long minute until the moment she spoke. "There is nothing to forgive you about, Rosaria. But I shall, in any case." A smile managed to draw itself upon his face, but rather than those common jagged crescents he offered, this one was less filled with malicious intent and instead bordered on kind.

Mortimer was lost as to why Rosaria bothered to forgive him. A continual downward spiral had been a majority of his life from the time he was human into what he'd become. Losing his mortality to a world of seductive violence and murder. It was the first time in a long time, that Voltaire could see above the water and recognise the sky again. As long as she stayed in his arms lest he sink. "Thank you."
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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

A tiny sigh escaped the lips of the elf with red and white hair as she felt the cold arms of Mortimer around her, retuning the embrace. It felt nice. The coolness of his body balanced out the warmth of hers. When she felt him moving a bit she looked up from his chest to his face. When she did though she felt his fingertips gently grazing her cheek, pushing back some hair that must have gotten in the way.

Seeing his softer smile warmed her a bit. This new smile of his was kind and gently, far different than the Mortimer she's heard of. Rosaria liked this side of him, but new that it more than likely wouldn't last long. But she enjoyed it nonetheless. "You are welcome," she mumbled softly to him. A gentle smile stayed on her lips as she looked up at him. He was the first person to really apologize to her after staying the things he did.

As a child that was all that she heard and got taunted for. They never even felt bad for their actions and only continued day by day until she had left the community. Mortimer however, seemed different from them. And who he was back in the forest. "Mortimer," she said in a polite and quiet tone, "I would love for you to walk me home.. And maybe, enjoy your companionship again sometime soon." Rosaria's cheeks stayed a soft shade of pink as she spoke to the vampire.
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[Texangamer]

Isabelle

She just went back as she saw a note from her parents as she looked at her phone she was so scared' big brother can you come over my parents left a note for me I'm scared please rosaria isn't back yet and I'm alone I already aten dinner' she texted him as she was hiding inter the table covering her ears she was so scared trembling in fear idalie​

 

[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire

He was more shocked by the fact she enjoyed his embrace. Most would comment his coldness to be uncomfortable, undesirable. Never staying too long under his touch, after they lost enough body heat to shiver as if they'd been out in bitter frost overnight. Her sigh was the only cue he needed. Meeting her gaze, far closer than he had before, where her head tilted back from his chest to lock those pale blue eyes with his darker reddish brown. Of course, whatever had dredged up the part Mortimer that resembled someone far more human, it was still responsible for making him a killer. At any point, he might've snapped back into his cruel predatory character. And a character it was, built up from the ground in few masks and a dash of theatre.

Perhaps it was Rosaria herself who managed to draw his favourable side from the crooked, shell of a man. Mortimer was clueless. He'd become splintered. Voltaire could crush a human neck if he wanted to - turn bone into compact dust. Although the thought of doing it to the redhaired elf made his stomach sickened. And that never happened to Mortimer.

Listening intently to her polite, quiet voice, Mort's smile widened. "I'd be happy to, Rosaria. And to see you again. Hopefully without insulting you or otherwise." Mortimer let out a low laugh. "But yes, to see you again would be -" He faltered for words to say as if a million synonyms passed his eyes. "- something I very much desire." The vampire truthfully admitted.
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Hassan Al-Zahrani
"حسن الزهراني"

Checking the buzz of his mobile, caused the genie to leap to his feet - for what was the third time that day, he was sent back to the Doctors abode. This time, fully sprinting through the backroads and across the street. Missing his headscarf and wearing sandals. Alas, whipped by the wind he veered left and right, making his way through the maze of the city. Throwing himself into every turn. By the time he arrived, Hassan was huffing and puffing, due to his human form and pounding on the front door. "ISABELLE?" He called, or rather - wheezed. "It's me, Hassan! Whats going on!?" Al-Zahrani rubbed his forehead and drew the hand down his face to wipe the slight perspiration which built across his brow. Nevertheless in the panic, both his djinn form and human had become slightly complicated. Brown eyes violet and his limbs faded. As if a ghost. Soon enough, however, he was able to rectify the situation, stabilising the colouring of his irises and returning to a grounded state.
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[Leo Radomir]

Hananya was too busy crunching on a bone to notice Cat sneak up behind her and hug her from behind. She growled slightly in surprise but stopped when she realised it was just him. Still, she was a bit confused at his advances. Nobody had been that friendly with her before, not to mention so quickly. As he mentioned cooking chicken her stomach grumbles, while the chicken was nice, it was less than what she would usually consume but she didn't want to appear to be savage around her... new friend? The man barely came up to her shoulder blade but seemed completely unfazed by the bizarre height difference. At his mention of kids, her ears fluttered. Despite what had happened before, Hananya did have a soft spot for youngsters. Sure, some had pointed at her in the street saying to their mums she looked like something that came fro under someone's bed but they didn't know any better. It was older ones she didn't like. At his words about a big sister, she chuckled. "Older sister? More like a talking dog. Though either way they'd be satisfied." She shrugged. Leo Radomir

Cat lets go and moves in front and says" that's true and next time i'll cook you more stuff, it's taken me awhile but working as an apostle has a lot of perks, and i'll ask the cat god if he wouldn't mind changing my shape and all". " Also you'll need stable work so i'll look for some part time jobs for you till the next merc job comes up and i didn't want to say it at first but this place is not fit for you and i i'm allowed up to four favors per year so i'll ask the cat god to find you a better home".

 

[Texangamer]

Isabelle

She just crawled out as she open the door' big brother' she wrote as she just hugged him crying she got slapped by her parents as she was scared trembling in fear as she held onto him' my parents hit me when I was in town can you do something put them in jail or something it hurts I hate them I hate them why can't they just die' she wrote crying trying to calm down as she looked as she stopped hugging him she went inside as she drink the tea breathing in and out' my face hurts from the slap from my mother I hate her' she signed idalie​

 

[Rumble Fish]

Hananya sighed as he mentioned that she should have a job and a better place. She simply sighed and folded her arms. "I guess... Don't know any places that would want me to work for them." she shrugged, "Still... it would be nice. Having a job that is." She admitted, her tail wagging lazily as she went to water the pot plant on her windowsill. She heard something pawing at the window. Turning to look out it, she smiled as she saw it was her tortoiseshell cat sitting there, patiently waiting to be let back in. She opened the window and picked him up, placing him on her shoulder. The feline purred contently and nuzzled the beast's neck. "This is Merlin." she introduced the cat to eh... Cat as the feline peered at him curiously with his orange eyes. Leo Radomir

 

[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Mortimer Voltaire

He was more shocked by the fact she enjoyed his embrace. Most would comment his coldness to be uncomfortable, undesirable. Never staying too long under his touch, after they lost enough body heat to shiver as if they'd been out in bitter frost overnight. Her sigh was the only cue he needed. Meeting her gaze, far closer than he had before, where her head tilted back from his chest to lock those pale blue eyes with his darker reddish brown. Of course, whatever had dredged up the part Mortimer that resembled someone far more human, it was still responsible for making him a killer. At any point, he might've snapped back into his cruel predatory character. And a character it was, built up from the ground in few masks and a dash of theatre.

Perhaps it was Rosaria herself who managed to draw his favourable side from the crooked, shell of a man. Mortimer was clueless. He'd become splintered. Voltaire could crush a human neck if he wanted to - turn bone into compact dust. Although the thought of doing it to the redhaired elf made his stomach sickened. And that never happened to Mortimer.

Listening intently to her polite, quiet voice, Mort's smile widened. "I'd be happy to, Rosaria. And to see you again. Hopefully without insulting you or otherwise." Mortimer let out a low laugh. "But yes, to see you again would be -" He faltered for words to say as if a million synonyms passed his eyes. "- something I very much desire." The vampire truthfully admitted.
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"Me too," Rosaria mumbled softly in reply to what he had said. The half elf's smile grew a bit when she saw the Mortimer's smile had also grown some. Moving to his side so that they were standing next to each other, glancing at him she asked, "Shall we go?" She stood on the outside of the vampire's umbrella so that she didn't intrude on his space again. He needed the shade in order to keep himself from burning in the light of day. Besides, heat didn't bother the half fire demon. You could drop the sun on her and she would come out with no burns.

When they did start to walk she smiled softly as her cheeks slowly went back to their normal shade. After a moment or so of silence she glanced up at the vampire, "Mortimer, about what I said in the woods," her smile was soon replaced by a frown, "I do not wish death upon you, for you to be taken from this world forever... Nor do I wish to watch it.. I wish for you to keep living." Her lips giving away a tiny smile at her last sentence. It was odd really.

Rosaria had this feeling inside her that Mortimer wasn't a monster like others would think. He seemed misunderstood in some way. The reason for some of his actions are probably caused by his past, which she'd understand. Demons, much like vampires, are not well received by humans and a handful of other creatures. All because of how they are depicted. But that did not make them evil, unless you give them no choice. But this side of the vampire, made her want to get to know him better.
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[idalie]

Mortimer Voltaire

He moved to grab his gloves, pulling on the white cotton to cover his hands effectively should the sunlight spill unto his skin. "We'd better. After all, the afternoon is vanishing quick and I wouldn't want you to be out at sunset." Mortimer jokingly remarked. Pushing up his umbrella fully again, after their embrace to shelter himself from the fury of the sun. He preferred rainy, overcast days for that very reason. It was a cliche of the undead, yet he'd found beauty in not turning into a pile of ash. ​

Walking along beside each other at a leisurely stroll, the vampire's attention was grabbed the moment she spoke his name. "Hm?" Was his only reply, brow arching. Alas, her words were kind, as were they sweet. "Then I shall do my utmost to continue living if it makes you smile." He declared, a chuckle escaping him. "There have been days I've cursed my form to hell. I'm a coward really, I've tried to end myself once before but couldn't carry it through." His eyes drifted, tucking his thumb into the outer pocket on his trousers. Nevertheless, he dismissed it with a smile. "Anyone who gets given this curse tries."

Not many knew where Mortimer was from, nor why he became what he was. Only that he'd developed an insensitivity to murder. Cold and apathetic, hard to elicit a reaction from him which wasn't anger nor madness. Humans were never meant to live so long. But once the victims began to pile up, faces became a blur and it was business. Feeding. Necessary to continue living. And so he took the gullible, the naive, and the weak. Women susceptible to charm, men who were greedier than he. Yet the killing became a ritual, and the ritual became a way to toy with them. A sense of dominance, controlling their end - something he didn't have over his own immortality. He could have any woman he wanted, anything in the world he wanted - and Mortimer was still emptied of everything he needed.​

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Hassan Al-Zahrani
"حسن الزهراني"

He caught her in a tight embrace, holding Isabelle close whilst a scowl took over his usually pleasant expression. Cupping her reddened, sore cheek. Djinn were born from fire, and for a moment one could see the flames flickering in his eyes. When Izzy did move away to drink her tea, to calm her nerves, Hassan straightened his clothes and motioned to her. "I want you to get your shoes and coat on. We're going to the police station, and I need you to testify. If they don't believe me, I'll make them." His tone was forceful, and not to be argued with. He'd make it happen, with a click of his fingers or not. There was few things he could stand for, and one of them was when people he loved were hurt. After all, with big hearts came big tempers. And when you set his off, it was volcanic.
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[Texangamer]

Isabelle

She just pouted as she nodded as she put on her coat and shoes as she took his arm as she wanted to cry more as she was scared' um big brother can we get ice cream after please' she signed can you be my voice I can't talk big brother' she signed as she took her notebook with her as she walked outside with him scared to testify against her parents' will they take me away from you and Rosaria' she signed idalie​

 

[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Rosaria looked up at him, glaze soft and somewhat sad. She had never known that the vampire hated himself at times. "I guess," she mumbled, "I guess you and I aren't so different." So he had his moments too... Where he hated even the slightest part of himself. In all honesty, she didn't ever think that he'd ever hate himself. Or even end his own life. But, he didn't ask to become what he is. Almost like herself.

Out of her peripheral vision she noticed him slip his thumb into his trouser pocket. Without much hesitation she slowly reached her hand out towards him. Carefully wrapping her dainty pinky around his own. The hold was loose, so if he felt uncomfortable he could easily snatch his hand away from her. "You shouldn't live just to make me happy... You should live because you want to," she told him with a gentle smile.

"Find something that makes you happy a way feeding can't. Something that you don't think you could live without and that you'd protect with everything you are capable of. Live for that reason, the thing that makes you happy." Her eyes turned to the sky as her smile stayed at its softened state as she continued to speak, "I live for the reason of wanting to help others, and for all those that I care about. That includes you Mortimer. Even with your antics it'd break my heart if anything happened to you." Realizing how she sounded, Rosaria's face turned red with blush. But she braced herself for any sort of teasing that may come from the man long before her own time.
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