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Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Cool, maybe it'll inspire me out of this writing funk I'm in!

Lords of the Underword

Maya wandered to a room on the second floor of the castle. The bedroom's decor was simple, and the bed looked comfortable enough; Even still, Maya sighed as she closed the door behind her. After Nightmares had taken residence in her brain, sleep wasn't something that Maya was well-acquainted with. She longed for a good night's rest, but the terrors always left her weak and weary.

"They won't tonight..." Nightmare's chimed in. "I know you probably think I've been being mean," her childlike voice had a bit more of a pout in it than usual. "but I've only been preparing you for this. You are now more acclimated to living in true fear than other humans, and the more you know about it, the more of my powers you will be able to bear. But tonight, you need a good rest, I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a big, bad day."

Apparently, Nightmares didn't always have to use illusions to instill fear, as her final words left Maya trembling. What kind of hell could be in store for a demon to think it bad? Despite her fear, Maya fell into the temptation of a restful sleep. Almost as soon as her head touched the pillow, Maya sank into the most precious, silent, REM-heavy sleep she'd had in a long time.

~~~The Next Morning~~~

Maya woke with the birds. She wasn't used to getting that much sleep, let alone any at all, so it didn't seem too early. Despite Nightmares' foreboding warning for the day, Maya wore a brilliant smile. She piled her thick, wavy purple hair into a messy side ponytail and threw on a slouchy crop top and black skinny jeans before heading down to the kitchen, her stomach growling. Griffon and one of the other guys, whose name escape her, were already there. "I didn't expect anyone else to be up this early." she said to them, smiling despite the rosy tint rushing to her cheeks.

Ink On Your Soul

In a bit of a writing funk, unfortunately. I may write up a post tonight, unless @Musoka wants to have Solenne go after Trixy. If not tonight, maybe tomorrow?

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I kinda like the time skip, i didn't really know what to post before.

Lords of the Underword

Yup!

Ink On Your Soul

Lol don't feel bad. Trixy's a bitch, she deserved it.

Ink On Your Soul

“Long lives, got to find ways to please ourselves.” Tholo responded to the barb with a level of nonchalance that Béatrix could respect. He then quickly found an excuse to make an exit. Good, one less uncomfortable thing to occupy her mind. Trixy did not wear any discomfort on her face; however, she instead sipped her espresso with otherworldly grace. There was just the right amount of crema on the top to counterbalance the bitter flavor of the drink. It seemed as though Solenne was trying his hand at a little Sherlockian exercise, as he announced. “Say Trixy… it couldn’t be that the pup Bartholomew is the name etched across your wrist… could it?”

Béatrix supposed she deserved that dig, after outing their affair to his newfound soul mate and all. She calmly set her tiny mug down on the saucer and brought her eyes to Solenne’s. With a unnervingly playful smile, she spoke “Now, Solenne.” She even went as far as to not use his nickname “I do believe Mia stands here as evidence that what may or may not cover my skin, is no longer any concern of yours.” As good of an actress as she could be, what he’d said really ruffled her feathers, and she no longer wanted to be there. A true good friend wouldn’t joke about something so serious. Solenne knew about her issue with wolves, her fear and hatred of love after losing Francis, and why it was all so personal to her… he was one of the only people she’d opened up to after the death of her true love, and now he joked and pried where he had no right. She would have talked to him about it, in time, but not in a way like this.

Trixy was just about to stand and say her goodbyes when the strange redheaded dragon launched towards her. Her first instinct was to stab him in the neck with her dagger, but being in a peaceful public place, such a reaction wouldn’t fly – even if she could just compel all of the café guests to forget it happened. Dan hugged her, he fucking hugged her, a stranger… who does that? And then the word vomit came, he said how this was so ‘great’ and ‘wonderful’ (not adjectives Trixy would have picked), and he even mentioned cakes and her in a wedding dress.

When Danilo tried to coax her outside, she stood as still as stone. Trixy gripped the dragon’s arm with affair amount of her vampire strength. Her eyes were cold and fierce, and when she spoke, her words came out rigid and haunting. “So you like fairytales, do you? I used to live in a fairy tale. I knew a love so strong, it would make a hopeless romantic like yourself weep. And I did wear a dress like that once, more beautiful and elegant than you could imagine, France has always been at the front line of fashion. And then one day, the fairy tale was over, and the ending was the stuff of nightmares. And do you know what happened to the protagonist of that story? Well, she became the villain, and villains? ... Villains don’t get happy endings.” She released his arm, obviously having caused some amount of pain. Her hatred was a bit misdirected at him, but she wouldn’t apologize for it. Trixy smoothed her sweater down when she looked at Solenne “I’ll find the rogue on my own. He’s wanted dead by the NYPD for his crimes.” Her eyes flicked back to the dragon “You were wrong, by the way, humans are perhaps more racist now than they ever were. They fear what they can’t control, that’s why they hired me.” At that, she turned to leave the café. A certain level of sadness hung over her and a weaker, more human version of her might have cried, but she’d abandoned such humanity long ago. Or so she thought…

Lords of the Underword

Maya picked at her chipped nail polish anxiously. She wasn't comfortable with all of this talk of demons and angels and death. The host of Pain blushed when he saw the girl who hosted Disease, much as Maya herself had done earlier, but Pain called him out on it. Maya felt overwhelming embarrassment for the poor boy. "See, I'm not so bad, huh? I can keep your little crush a secret, but... you can't really keep secrets from Secrets." Nightmare said, giggling at her not-so-witty pun. Maya grumbled under her breath. "I like you, Maya. Some of these other demons don't care about their hosts, but I'm not like them. I just like scaring people, I want you to do what you can to stay safe from the angels. You should stick around here, I'll help you." Nightmares sounded uncharacteristically sweet and honest, but Maya couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of it. Maybe it wasn't kindness, but a selfish act? Either way, Maya didn't want to risk going out into the world alone. "I'll stay, and learn, and fight in whatever way I can." Maya said to know one in particular, she was just announcing her intentions to the group.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I was waiting to see if meridian wanted to, if not I can.

Ink On Your Soul

Really? Where at? I'm a slave to panera bread. :(