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21 days ago
Excessive drinking can also make ME excessively happy. So…I’m grooving
21 days ago
That was a lie, I just found vodka in the back of my freezer. I was sober for a total of 5 hours, new record, go me
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21 days ago
WELL I’m never drinking again
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1 mo ago
DAMN I love the rain
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I am consistently having a life crisis.
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Interacting with: @Aurkanthis@Eviledd1984 as Magnolia
Loke the saint that you are…
Magnolia was eternally grateful for the music. She didn’t quite understand how it always seemed to calm her so, but she certainly was glad she became…friends, with the instrumentalist.
As Caelum speaks to Muricle, Magnolia unconsciously steps forward so Muricle can hear better. Her more embarrassed expression brightens as Caelum talks with Muri. Other fairies tended to avoid the frog, some being cruel seeing as how Muri was a runt.
Not only a runt, but Muri was lucky to have survived infancy.
But Caelum spoke to him as if he were a friend. She truly admired that.
Maggie tilted her head curiously as Caelum whispers, but doesn’t catch what was said.
As Caelum addresses her again, her features soften. Loke’s music helping her relax into conversation. She would definitely have to repay him somehow.
“Well…you truly are a wonderful artist.” She says, her eyes moving around his face, never quite settling anywhere.
Interacting with: @Azure Bubbles as Orion
Orions grin widens as he pushes his hair out of his face, messing it up a little. His eyes never leaves Rainiers, in fact, it is as if the taller sparrow is attempting to burn a hole to the soul of the Water fairy.
“You certainly are something…” he hums in amusement, although he is a bit memorized at how the light seems to reflect colors in Rainiers wings.
“Tell me, Rain…how come I haven’t seen you around before?” He asks, leaning his weight on one leg.
Loke the saint that you are…
Magnolia was eternally grateful for the music. She didn’t quite understand how it always seemed to calm her so, but she certainly was glad she became…friends, with the instrumentalist.
As Caelum speaks to Muricle, Magnolia unconsciously steps forward so Muricle can hear better. Her more embarrassed expression brightens as Caelum talks with Muri. Other fairies tended to avoid the frog, some being cruel seeing as how Muri was a runt.
Not only a runt, but Muri was lucky to have survived infancy.
But Caelum spoke to him as if he were a friend. She truly admired that.
Maggie tilted her head curiously as Caelum whispers, but doesn’t catch what was said.
As Caelum addresses her again, her features soften. Loke’s music helping her relax into conversation. She would definitely have to repay him somehow.
“Well…you truly are a wonderful artist.” She says, her eyes moving around his face, never quite settling anywhere.
Interacting with: @Azure Bubbles as Orion
Orions grin widens as he pushes his hair out of his face, messing it up a little. His eyes never leaves Rainiers, in fact, it is as if the taller sparrow is attempting to burn a hole to the soul of the Water fairy.
“You certainly are something…” he hums in amusement, although he is a bit memorized at how the light seems to reflect colors in Rainiers wings.
“Tell me, Rain…how come I haven’t seen you around before?” He asks, leaning his weight on one leg.
꧁✧𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞✧꧂
As Anastasiya silently continued to cover up the graffiti, the creative art meeting an unfortunate end, she tries to listen in on the conversations around her.
A bad habit she knew, but her thoughts at the moment bored her, and everyone was so…strangely interesting.
As a small melody began, she paused looking up. It was…nice. Ana quite enjoyed any kind of music, and the girl singing had an absolutely lovely voice.
Then the others started to join in. Not all of them, but a few. It was sweet.
The young woman hummed along, not singing, but in her own world now as she painted.
Then a girl with purple dye in her hair spoke up, breaking the rhythm. Ana stopped fully what she was doing, raising an eyebrow.
The hell?
She understood wanting to get the job done, and almost was impressed as how this girl wanted to keep Kassandra on task to get out faster. But…Ana hated stuff like that. She craved anarchy, and if she were to spend six months with these people, she would rather they get along and know each other.
Ana didn’t outright say anything, only looking at the scene before a moment, not trying to hide her expression. Then she goes back to painting, but now…she wants to be a little bit of a menace. So. She breaks the humming. And sings as she paints. Not drastically loud. But enough.
“Don’t worry…about a thing, cause every little thing, is gonna be alright…” she purposely puts a highly joyful tone in her voice as she paints. It sounded a bit butchered in her accent, so she repeats the song in French.
“Ne t'inquiète pas... de quoi que ce soit, car tout ira bien,”
Interacting with: @Azure Bubbles as Orion
Orion raises a brow, a small amused grin growing on his face as the water fairy leans in. He was…certainly something. With golden hair and an attitude that definitely caught his attention.
Orion liked that. Feisty. A challenge. Maybe useful.
He doesn’t talk for a moment, his eyes very plainly and unapologetically moving down and up the fairy’s body before going back to his eyes. He hums, leaning in along with Rainier.
“Well, Rain I could tell you my name, but I think I like what you’re calling me more.” He states, his voice low, just above his breath before he straightens up, holding a hand out, his posture lazy, “Orion.”
Orion raises a brow, a small amused grin growing on his face as the water fairy leans in. He was…certainly something. With golden hair and an attitude that definitely caught his attention.
Orion liked that. Feisty. A challenge. Maybe useful.
He doesn’t talk for a moment, his eyes very plainly and unapologetically moving down and up the fairy’s body before going back to his eyes. He hums, leaning in along with Rainier.
“Well, Rain I could tell you my name, but I think I like what you’re calling me more.” He states, his voice low, just above his breath before he straightens up, holding a hand out, his posture lazy, “Orion.”
꧁✧𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞✧꧂
This…was going to be an incredibly long six months.
Ana had made the silent decision to avoid attempting to escape. She had figured that out after the head honchos little speech. Wonder how many times he practiced that in the mirror.
A small grin cracks into her face like she was being sculpted, her own joke amusing her.
The young woman’s eyes move across the people in the group, trying to figure them all out, but people and their cliques had never been her strong suit. Two people manage to catch her eyes, the two that were late. One of them was tall, his uniform not fitting quite right.
She could tell he wasn’t trying to draw attention to himself, unlike the other who came late.
She had to admit though, he made the orange jumpsuit not look completely horrible.
Ana continues her supposed vow of silence, going to the paints and the benches, already annoyed by the day that was ahead. Blast it all. She would rather do jail time.
She was being dramatic of course. But she didn’t regret her decision. The only thing she regretted was not making sure that dumbass owner wasn’t in the building when it went ablaze. A bit dark, but she hated that bastard.
Ana takes a paint brush, chewing on the inside of her lip as she begins to paint over the graffiti.
Interacting with:@Aurkanthis@Eviledd1984
Magnolia hadn’t expected her presence to fully be acknowledged. Not for any reason in particular, but simply because she was used to not having to be so…social.
Her eyes lock onto Caelum as he speaks, his voice washing over her like waves of the oceans kissed by the heat of a thousand suns. “Welcome,” he speaks in the same tone as her, although it is not mocking as she may have expected. The delightful sound of Loke’s fiddle fills the air as Magnolia seems to be caught fully in the trance of Caelums voice.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says, speaking a bit slow to make sure his words are heard woven in the melody that floats in the air.
Before she thinks to respond, her eyes are torn to the paper in his lap, not shielded from her vision.
Her mouth parts slightly in shock as she sees the image he had brought to life onto the sheet.
Is that…her…?
Magnolias eyes snap back to Caelums. No. That wouldn’t make sense would it? He is quite talented though, his muse is certainly blessed.
“It is nice to meet you as well.” She smiles, still standing, although her form is more relaxed.“I’m Magnolia,” she says, a honey like French accent ringing out at the end of each word.
And it certainly was nice to meet him. Maggie wasn’t quite sure as to why, perhaps it was the bewitching rhythm of Loke’s fiddle, but she was entirely ensnared in Caelums gaze.
Finally after what felt like much longer than it was, she tears her eyes away, picking up Muricle.
“And this is Muricle…he is a frog.”
What…what the fuck was that?!
Magnolia curses herself on the inside of her thoughts. Well no fucking shit Muri was a frog, the hell?
Internally, she begged for Loke to stop her from making a larger fool of herself.
Magnolia hadn’t expected her presence to fully be acknowledged. Not for any reason in particular, but simply because she was used to not having to be so…social.
Her eyes lock onto Caelum as he speaks, his voice washing over her like waves of the oceans kissed by the heat of a thousand suns. “Welcome,” he speaks in the same tone as her, although it is not mocking as she may have expected. The delightful sound of Loke’s fiddle fills the air as Magnolia seems to be caught fully in the trance of Caelums voice.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says, speaking a bit slow to make sure his words are heard woven in the melody that floats in the air.
Before she thinks to respond, her eyes are torn to the paper in his lap, not shielded from her vision.
Her mouth parts slightly in shock as she sees the image he had brought to life onto the sheet.
Is that…her…?
Magnolias eyes snap back to Caelums. No. That wouldn’t make sense would it? He is quite talented though, his muse is certainly blessed.
“It is nice to meet you as well.” She smiles, still standing, although her form is more relaxed.“I’m Magnolia,” she says, a honey like French accent ringing out at the end of each word.
And it certainly was nice to meet him. Maggie wasn’t quite sure as to why, perhaps it was the bewitching rhythm of Loke’s fiddle, but she was entirely ensnared in Caelums gaze.
Finally after what felt like much longer than it was, she tears her eyes away, picking up Muricle.
“And this is Muricle…he is a frog.”
What…what the fuck was that?!
Magnolia curses herself on the inside of her thoughts. Well no fucking shit Muri was a frog, the hell?
Internally, she begged for Loke to stop her from making a larger fool of herself.
Interacting with: @Azure Bubbles
Orion has had an unusually aggravating morning. Lady Dandelion had already gotten into him about not being diligent enough when keeping up with the tree growth in the Hollow, and the group he was meant to be working with entirely ostracized him. It was hardly noon, and he was already done with this whole day.
One day…one day he would leave this place.
As he walked along in the market, a few vendors gave him warning looks with their eyes narrowed. Oh come on…he stole one stupid trinket that he can’t even remember and suddenly everyone’s a critic.
The tall fairy rolls his eyes, his hands in the pockets of his dark mole skin pants, his top a mouse coat vest that he left open, his built, tan chest exposed to the market.
He continues to walk when his eyes land on a water fairy. He can hear his voice but not make out the words…this could be fun…
“You seem interested in that little crystal.” He says, coming up behind the boy with blonde hair
Orion has had an unusually aggravating morning. Lady Dandelion had already gotten into him about not being diligent enough when keeping up with the tree growth in the Hollow, and the group he was meant to be working with entirely ostracized him. It was hardly noon, and he was already done with this whole day.
One day…one day he would leave this place.
As he walked along in the market, a few vendors gave him warning looks with their eyes narrowed. Oh come on…he stole one stupid trinket that he can’t even remember and suddenly everyone’s a critic.
The tall fairy rolls his eyes, his hands in the pockets of his dark mole skin pants, his top a mouse coat vest that he left open, his built, tan chest exposed to the market.
He continues to walk when his eyes land on a water fairy. He can hear his voice but not make out the words…this could be fun…
“You seem interested in that little crystal.” He says, coming up behind the boy with blonde hair
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