FaithfulMuse
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After nearly three years, I caught covid.
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After nearly three years, I caught covid.
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5 yrs ago
Someone stole a jar of melatonin from the store that I work at. I hope it keeps them up at night.
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8 yrs ago
Being tiny, curious as hell, cute and incredibly clumsy, I find Meltan surprisingly relatable for a lump of metal with a nut for a head.
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8 yrs ago
I didn't know I had a favorite steel-type pokemon until Meltan. Not to be dramatic, but I'd die for that little fella
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8 yrs ago
Everyone wants to be special, yet nobody seems to realise that being special isn't always a good thing.
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Sorry, I just couldn't think of more, had the same problem with other rps, but it seems to be over now, so I'll come up with more from now on.
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Could you add a little more to your post? I really have pretty much nothing to reply to...
Freya listened to what Harol said about Cyrus and shrugged. "Through my life, I've only trusted three people so far and Cyrus is not one of them. To me, he is just like everyone else I meet, but I suppose that we will see what he really is like soon enough." She said soft, looking at the warlock. The three people she had ever trusted were her mother, her supposed husband when he had been alive, and now Harol. Granted, she had hated her mother, but did know that the woman would never harm her physically. Freya had still been her daughter, after all. As for her supposed husband, it seemed quite obvious, and considering.the fact that during their journey Harol had trusted Freya his life, it made sense she did trust him as well, and even if she had no more reason to trust him, she still did.
When he mentioned that they wouldn't see each other as much anymore now that their deal was done, Freya caught herself being sad about it. It was audible in her voice, even! What was wrong with her? "Yes, I suppose you are right. It has been a pleasure to get to know you, Harol." She said. Why was she being sad about not seeing him anymore? She was never sad about anyone, never really got close enough to people to feel sad for them. The last time she had been sad because of someone was years ago, but that was an entirely different thing... Was it? Of course it was, back then she had been really grieving, crying even over the loss of the person she loved, and now, that wasn't the case. But then again, nobody was dying right now.
Unconsciously, the rogue started comparing the two men to each other. They seemed nothing like each other. Matthew had been a merc, Harol was a warlock. One used weapons, the other relied on magic. One had been ordered to kill her when they first met, the other had requested her protection. One was dead, the other very much alive. And... that was about it. Both of them were good at what they did, rather serious and very handsome.
Soon enough, Freya stopped her trail of thoughts, shocked by herself, and was glad for her veil, as it covered the blush that was on her cheeks. Comparing her supposed husband to Harol? What on earth did she think she was doing?! This was ridiculous! There was not a single reason why she should be comparing the two of them to each other! She let out a frustrated sigh and pushed the thoughts aside.
When he mentioned that they wouldn't see each other as much anymore now that their deal was done, Freya caught herself being sad about it. It was audible in her voice, even! What was wrong with her? "Yes, I suppose you are right. It has been a pleasure to get to know you, Harol." She said. Why was she being sad about not seeing him anymore? She was never sad about anyone, never really got close enough to people to feel sad for them. The last time she had been sad because of someone was years ago, but that was an entirely different thing... Was it? Of course it was, back then she had been really grieving, crying even over the loss of the person she loved, and now, that wasn't the case. But then again, nobody was dying right now.
Unconsciously, the rogue started comparing the two men to each other. They seemed nothing like each other. Matthew had been a merc, Harol was a warlock. One used weapons, the other relied on magic. One had been ordered to kill her when they first met, the other had requested her protection. One was dead, the other very much alive. And... that was about it. Both of them were good at what they did, rather serious and very handsome.
Soon enough, Freya stopped her trail of thoughts, shocked by herself, and was glad for her veil, as it covered the blush that was on her cheeks. Comparing her supposed husband to Harol? What on earth did she think she was doing?! This was ridiculous! There was not a single reason why she should be comparing the two of them to each other! She let out a frustrated sigh and pushed the thoughts aside.
Helena walked over to their friends, who were approaching the two of them once they noticed Leo and Helena. It was only a matter of time before they ran at Leo and hugged him, causing him to fall. Helena watched with a smile and softly chuckled when they started ranting at Leo for being gone so long after they got up. He did deserve it, in all honesty.
Freya decided to follow Harol into the room. She had nothing to do for the moment anyway, save for waiting until someone was available to tend her wound. And although she didn't even know him for two days, Harol was the person she knew best in the house, so she'd rather stick him for the moment. Not that she was exactly planning to make friends in the house or anything. She was quite convinced that even if she would try to make friends, they wouldn't be fond of her anyway. When she was young she had no friends because of her mother's reputation, and as a rogue because she didn't trust anyone. But even if those two things were out aside, she could be quite cold hearted and unfriendly. Not to mention somewhat too serious as well and... The easiest way to put it, was just to say that Freya wasn't good at making friends.
Not sure of what to say, Freya still remained silent, though that didn't mean there was nothing on her mind. Like what made him think that they had done something good back at that bridge that he just had to mention how she had helped him out? Or how did he feel about being in a house with oracles, who could possibly know everything about each of them? And most important, why should she actually still stick with him? The deal they had made was clear, she would protect Harol during his journey, and as a reward she could stay at the 'sanctuary' he was heading to. And now they had gotten there, both kept their part of the deal, and he wasn't harmed or anything. So what was keeping her from just walking away, if their deal was done anyway? Why did she want to stick with him, rather than just being alone? That wasn't anything like her at all.
But then again, it wasn't the first time she act different around him. If it were anyone else, she just would've fled from the fight at the bridge, leaving the person at his fate. And if it were anyone other than Harol, she would've stayed angry longer than she did last night during their little argument. There was something about Harol, something different. She was left puzzled about what that was, and she wasn't sure if she liked it.
Not sure of what to say, Freya still remained silent, though that didn't mean there was nothing on her mind. Like what made him think that they had done something good back at that bridge that he just had to mention how she had helped him out? Or how did he feel about being in a house with oracles, who could possibly know everything about each of them? And most important, why should she actually still stick with him? The deal they had made was clear, she would protect Harol during his journey, and as a reward she could stay at the 'sanctuary' he was heading to. And now they had gotten there, both kept their part of the deal, and he wasn't harmed or anything. So what was keeping her from just walking away, if their deal was done anyway? Why did she want to stick with him, rather than just being alone? That wasn't anything like her at all.
But then again, it wasn't the first time she act different around him. If it were anyone else, she just would've fled from the fight at the bridge, leaving the person at his fate. And if it were anyone other than Harol, she would've stayed angry longer than she did last night during their little argument. There was something about Harol, something different. She was left puzzled about what that was, and she wasn't sure if she liked it.
Helena changed her nightgown for a simple, white dress with a soft pink ribbon around the waist to decorate it, and flat, soft pink shoes underneath it. It was predicted that the weather would be warm and nice today, so even though the dress was a little short, she didn't worry about catching a cold. She nodded to Leo and after that called their friends to let them know.
"We meet them at the usual spot." Helena said when she got back to Leo, looking at him. Their usual meeting spot was a simple, lonely tree standing in the park, where Leo had brought her with him to them when she would meet them for the first time.
"We meet them at the usual spot." Helena said when she got back to Leo, looking at him. Their usual meeting spot was a simple, lonely tree standing in the park, where Leo had brought her with him to them when she would meet them for the first time.
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