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Current I have reached Peak Adult: I have been selected for Jury Duty.
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The past month has been rough. Caring for, then saying goodbye to, my sick cat. I'm hoping to slowly get back into things here now though.
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I need to write replies, but my brain just goes... "no" :(
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Not me obsessively checking the guild for replies...
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i have obtained an ick. *sobs in sick*
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Hey, Light the Dark here. I'm a mid-30's slightly crazy/somewhat obsessed with reading and writing/cute things loving/fantasy fan woman, with an apparent fondness for massive run-on sentences.

My current obsessions are The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom, Monster Romances, Tamora Pierce, Disney, and re-told fairy-tales. (Though, I'll admit, the last three are pretty much always an obsession.)

I like my roleplays with a little (or a lot) of romance: I'm a sucker for fluff and the 'falling in love' sort of romances in RPs. And while I don't mind drama or angst, I like the end of the RP to at least be a bittersweet or happy-for-now ending.
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Updated November 22, 2023

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She swallowed a little, and nodded at his words. She did not like the sound of it not being an easy trip - and she had a feeling Alexander's definition of what 'not an easy trip' was much harsher than her own. She followed him down the stairs, clutching her nightgown to her chest tightly.
Calliope slowly got up, already missing the feel of Alexander's arm around her. She went to the door and opened it just a crack, enough to retrieve the dress from the innkeeper, before shutting the door again. There was a small changing screen, and Calliope stepped behind it to dress. The light hit the screen just right, Calliope's body casting a shadow picture on the thin fabric of the screen as she changed. "I don't know my family, no." She said, answering his earlier speech. "Well," she amended, "I know I have a cousin named Oliver. Father forced us to write letters. But I've never actually met him, or any of the family. Unless it happened when I was little, and I simply do not remember." She stepped out from behind the screen, dressed in the innkeeper's daughter's dress, her nightgown folded over her arm. The dress was a bit large, but it covered what needed to be covered. It was better than wearing a thin nightgown, in any case.

"And, yes, last night is all a blur." She admitted to him. Calliope swallowed, just a little. "Do you think we can outrun the army? Or are we simply delaying being caught?"
Calliope stirred, slowly opening her eyes and blinking up at him. "Alexander...?" She asked softly, her voice sounding a bit confused and still heavy with sleep. She noticed her arms around him before anything, and she slowly started to draw away. Her face was flushed pink with embarrassment, wondering when she had curled up so close to him, and just what Alexander might think of her. She had barely moved an inch when she noticed his arm around her as well. Her cheeks brightened in color, but she stopped pulling away. She glanced up at him, wondering what was going on. Why did it feel so nice to be in his arms? Why did she not want to leave them? This was different from when he hauled her from the gardens back to the house, even though they had been just as close. This she didn't mind. Indeed... she liked it. Perhaps too much. It was almost scary, how much she liked something so simple.

She swallowed a little, trying to come up with something to say. Finally, she asked, "How did we end up here?" The whole of the night before was much of a blur. "I know the manor was attacked, but I... Truly, I'm not remembering much of it." She admitted, her voice soft.
At some point in the early hours of the morning, Calliope's arm moved to rest against his chest, holding him in a bit of a hug. The night passed, the both of them in each other's arms like lovers. If anyone was to see them, the spying person would certainly think the two were lovers, with how close they were and how comfortable they seemed with each other. However, soon enough, dawn came, and the sun rose higher in the sky.

The light filtered in through the window. Calliope stirred, moving herself closer to Alexander and away from the light. She did not want to wake up - she had the most wonderful dream, and was feeling safe and warm. Some part of her was afraid that once woke, she would no longer feel that way, and so she kept her eyes closed, in that state of half-asleep dreaming. If Alexander was awake, he would see Calliope's face looking peaceful, a small smile on her lips as she dozed. Her long hair had come out of its bindings, spreading across the pillows and herself. Her thin nightgown slipped just a bit off her shoulder, exposing a bit more of her pale, creamy skin.
Calliope did indeed move over to let him into the bed - after all, she would not have suggested sharing if she was not willing to share. She was unaware of Alexander seeing her as a woman - and had she known, she would have been conflicted. It was what she wanted, for him to not see her as a child anymore, but at the same time, so much had changed in the past few hours that she was not sure she could handle anything else changing. Not only that... she was unsure how she felt about Alexander, beyond wanting him to notice that she had grown. Moving sluggishly, she then slipped under the covers, shivering a bit. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she soon fell into a deep sleep. The events of the day had taken their toll on her; it was a wonder she had been able to do as well as she had.

As the night wore on, she cuddled closer to the man's warm body. She had no idea she was doing such, but something in her dreams or otherwise seemed to move her closer to him. He was strong, and warm, and the only comfort she had right now. Her head found it's way from the pillow to his shoulder. There she slept, unless Alexander pushed her away, her body at peace for the time being.
Calliope was half asleep where she stood, as Alexander unsaddled the horse. So she made no protest when he picked her up and carried her into the inn; she did not think she would have had the energy to walk in on her own, in any case. Dozing off once in his arms, she half-heard the conversation with the barkeep, the voices sounding far away. She cuddled up Alexander a little, his strong body comforting, as she felt herself being moved upstairs. It wasn't until she was set down in the bed, and alone, that she woke up a little. Blinking sleepily, Calliope watched him take off his weapons and armor, until he was down to clothing that he could sleep in. Then he said something Calliope had not realized in her sleepy state - that there was one bed, and two of them. Perhaps the barkeep had misunderstood their relationship.

She looked down at the bed she was currently lying in, and then at Alexander. "The...the bed is big." She pointed out softly. She couldn't very well ask him not to sleep in the bed. And she certainly did not want to sleep on the floor herself. It would be hard, and uncomfortable, and not something at all she would want to do. Though, admittedly, she would likely be tired enough to do so. But again, she would rather not. Calliope blinked at her guard. "It's not like we haven't known each other for years." She added. "So... sharing...wouldn't be that...wrong." A small blush crossed her cheeks, and she hoped Alexander could not see it in the dark. "Be-besides, it is chilled in here. It would be warmer together..."
Calliope held on to the horse for dear life. Never had she ridden so fast before, let alone when she was not in control of the direction of the horse. It was thrilling, in a way, but somewhat terrifying as well. Alexander's arms were around her as the horse flew down the dirt path, away from the battle, away from everything she had ever known. Calliope looked back, only once, and saw that one of the buildings was on fire. It was too far away for her to tell which one, from the small glance she had given. The horse carried them farther, and farther away from the battle.

They met no one along the road, and hadn't seemed to have been noticed fleeing the manor. No one came after them, at any rate, at least not as fast as they were traveling. Soon the sights and sounds of battle faded away. And they were alone, the two of them and the horse, traveling to parts unknown. Calliope supposed she should be thrilled but... she just could not find the energy. Everything that had happened tonight left her feeling numb. And so exhausted. She leaned against Alexander, taking comfort from his solid form, doing all she could to stay awake.
Calliope didn't notice the fighting - didn't notice much of anything, really, until the scent of the horses and stables hit her nose. She blinked, slowly coming back to herself, at least a little. She looked around, the sounds of fighting in the distance reaching her ears and making her shudder. Alexander seemed to be looking for...something. Slowly, Calliope followed after him. Perhaps he was looking for a horse. Well, they had walked by a lot of horses already. She saw one that would support them both and went into the stall to saddle it, working quickly. After all, they needed a saddled horse, and the hostlers didn't keep the horses saddled. Calliope was even as fast as some of the hostlers at saddling a horse, truth be told. She was done within minutes.

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Calliope clutched at Alexander as he held her, her sobs increasing. What had she done? It didn't matter that it was self preservation, that she would have died had she not killed the other woman. She had killed her, in cold blood, and gods, what had she done?! It was perhaps a good thing Calliope could not see herself in the mirror, could not see the blood on her nightclothes and hands. It would only serve to drive her further into hysterics.

"We have to go, or we'll all die here..."

After an evening of not feeling much of anything, Calliope was consumed by fear and guilt. She didn't feel like she even had the strength to move, even with the threat of death. "I...I killed her..." Calliope sobbed out. "I didn't mean to... I don't... she would have me but I shouldn't have..." Calliope sobbed harder, holding onto Alexander like he was the only thing keeping her in this world. "I can't...I can't..." Calliope didn't know what it was she couldn't do; but it seemed clear that she was terrified. Terrified of the situation, and of what she had just done.
Calliope blinked, staring at the door Alexander had just left through. She had remained silent through his words, somewhat in shock of what was happening. She held tightly to the dagger in her hand, the hilt smooth and solid in her grip. Turning to look out the window once more, she found herself almost mesmerized by marching of the army. In the mood that she was in, Calliope found it hard to care that the house under attack. So she stayed at the window, watching numbly as the army got closer. She saw them break down the gates to the manor as easily as a child knocks over a stack of wooden blocks. She watched them approach, the house guards no match for their numbers. She didn't see much more after that, for the door to her room opened.

Now, there was one very important part of Alexander's words to her that Calliope had simply not seemed to have heard. After her guard had left, she had not locked the door as he had instructed. She only remembered what he had told her to do as the door creaked open. Slowly, Calliope turned, her hands dropping to her sides. Her heart began to beat faster...

"Lady?" A woman Calliope's age came into the room. Calliope breathed a sigh of relief. It was only one of the maids. Not one she knew very well, but she had seen the maid around quite a bit.

Calliope brought her free hand to her chest as the woman shut the door. "Oh. It's only you. You startled me. What-what are you doing?" The question was in response to the maid not looking or behaving particularly maid-like. Indeed, the woman strode quite confidently into the room, all the while playing with a length of what looked like wire in her hands. The woman didn't answer, just quickly moved towards Calliope. Forgetting the dagger that was still clenched in one hand, hidden by the folds of her nightdress, Calliope backed away, her heart suddenly racing again. She felt her back hit a wall as the woman reached her; the wire was slipped quickly and efficiently around her neck, and then...

The woman dropped to the floor. Calliope sank to the ground, staring at the dagger sticking out of the woman's chest. Calliope's white nightgown was smeared with the maid's blood, her neck a bit bruised where the wire had began to tighten. She didn't remember what had happened, but she could see the results. Calliope rocked back and forth on the floor, her breathing fast and erratic. She had never seen someone die before. She had almost been killed, she had just killed someone. Tears slid down her face, and she began to sob; shaking, horrible sobs that seemed to tear themselves from her throat no matter how she tried to be quiet.
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