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A collaboration between @Metztli & @Aewin

To find that special someone you are looking for.

Right, Gabriel was totally finding that special someone. If that special someone were a tightly rolled blunt he would gladly start his search. Instead, he was supposed to be searching for a person- a person that Gabriel knew didn't exist. He was surrounded by other people, wealthy ones at that, who would probably just toss Gabriel aside. He'd recognize quite a few, but none that he would willingly walk up to and strike a conversation. Gabriel could put on a friendly and approachable face in front of the cameras or out in public, but this was out of his comfort zone. He wasn't just supposed to talk to these people but to pursue them. The next week was supposed to be for "finding that special someone." God, he was getting tired of that phrase.

"Maybe I could sneak away." Go smoke at the back of the deck or to a secluded area of the cruise. It was a massive ship, and after all, he wouldn't be missed anyway. He felt like a caged animal trying to escape. The thought of just talking to someone seemed too foreign to him. Gabriel didn't understand why he was having such a hard time right now. Was it the withdrawals? The incident from this week? Whatever it was, the more he thought about it the worse the weight on his chest got. He really hoped he didn’t look like a nervous wreck in front of all these people. Oh, fuck, he totally did, didn’t he?

“If you’re lucky to make it to the exit before the cruise sets off, maybe.” Diana joined Gabriel, seeming just as unimpressed by the event. She wasn’t exactly nervous by any means, but her complete disinterest must have been apparent. “Who knows, maybe you’ll have better luck than me.” Luckily for Diana, her momentary fuck up had been mostly forgotten, instead the bold words by another had captured the attention of their interesting hosts. She would have gladly attempted to get away again, the itch to check her phone strong, but she didn't want to spook another staff member with her rare bouts of clumsiness.

“I’m Diana, by the way.” She introduced herself, finally extending a hand to shake his hand. Realising that she was sounding rather robotic and businesslike, she plastered a smile on her face, trying the humour route instead. “It'll be useful to know, just in case you don't make it out in time.”

Gabriel had been looking at a very interesting stain on the deck floor when he heard a woman's voice near him. Startled just a bit, he looked up at Diana. Ah, so she had heard him. He hadn't been trying to be quiet either. "Don't think I'll make it off the cruise. My assistant is probably down there waiting for the ship to leave and make sure I don't get off." His instincts kicked in as he put on that camera-ready smile on show. "I'm more afraid of him than the thought of speed dating, so I think I'll stay."

He studied the woman in front of him, eyes careful not to stare too much. She was beautiful by all means and had been kind enough to distract him from the anxiety building up. Gabriel took her hand and shook it firmly, his signature lopsided smile spreading over his lips. "Gabriel. It's nice to meet you, Diana." If they were going to be stuck in an oversized boat for a week together, he might as well introduce himself as Gabriel. His stage name gave people certain impressions that Gabriel did not want to keep up during the next week.

Diana understood the pain of not having a way off the boat. Although she didn’t have an assistant keeping watch like poor Gabriel, she wouldn’t be so surprised if her mother was keeping track of her using the Find My iPhone feature just to be sure. Creepy and overbearing? Sure. But without that threat, Diana would have directed the jet to Taiwan to talk with her customers directly instead of boarding the cruise.

She studied him in turn, his name invoking the sense of familiarity in her. Had she seen him somewhere before? A glance around at the rest of the passengers was enough to let her know that most of them were influential of sorts - business tycoons like Lilianna Reigan to the creative geniuses like Alexander Vandenburg and Sorcha O’Sullivan Mesa. It wasn’t his features she seemed to recognise, but the grit of his voice. “Although I’m painfully aware that this sounds flirtatious, I mean this in the least awkward way possible. Have we met before? It’s your voice, it sounds familiar.”

"Ah, well. Gabriel pulled back his hand to scratch one of the scars on his ink-covered arm. "My stage name is Aries, lead singer of the band Fourdust." It was hard for him to introduce himself like that in a setting that wasn't in front of cameras. This wasn't some interview room or a photoshoot set, so the man was out of his comfort zone. "And don't worry, I get that a lot- and not in the flirty sort of way." He let a small nervous laugh. He had just made it awkward, hadn't he? Great job, Gabriel. "People just remember the voice over the face."

"What about you, Diana? What do you do?" Gabriel brought the flute of apple cider up to his lips for a sip but forgot it was already empty. With a chuckle, he put it down, trying to play it cool. Idiot.

“Fourdust, of course!” Now she knew why. Fourdust regularly cropped up in her Spotify playlists, it was hard not to give it a chance. Though Diana didn’t expect it, she grew to enjoy something far different to her regular classical pieces. In fact, she particularly enjoyed listening to Fourdust as part of her workout regime to pump herself up. “Your last album was incredible, you have great talent.” Diana complimented with a genuine smile.

“What I do sounds far more boring compared to you.” She let out a laugh. “I’m the VP of the Huntley investment firm. It’s… a lot of work, it’s nothing short of a miracle that I’m even on this cruise right now.” Diana admitted. As if to prove her point, she felt her phone buzz again in the pocket of her skirt, undoubtedly her secretary keeping her updated regarding the work left back at Chicago.

Gabriel could feel the built-up weight on his chest lift up when Diana didn't change her demeanor towards him. He returned the genuine smile to match hers, a lot more relaxed than before. "Thank you, ah, I- we- all put a lot of effort into the last album." Gabriel had written most of the songs in the album, along with Daniel's help. It had been almost a year ago when the album came out just a few weeks before the breakup. While the songs in it had been mostly the typical metal songs, one of the ballads had been written for Daniel. Gabriel always laughed thinking about that. How stupid.

"I can imagine how busy it must be-and difficult." Gabriel had heard that name before, but he had never really known what they did. Whatever it was, if Diana was saying that it was a miracle she was standing in front of him, Gabriel trusted her words. Corporate jobs scared him; he knew how ruthless and determined one had to succeed, so Gabriel admired Diana's drive. "Well, we are here now, and there is no way to escape." He raised his flute towards her, "Here's to a hopeful relaxing week. Full of, uh, what I hope is some relaxing activities. And no work. Maybe." Again, he brought the flute up to his lips, only to be disappointed yet again.

“And no work indeed,” Diana parroted lowly in amusement. It would be a hard time tearing her away from her phone, but as pleasant as this first impression was, Diana started feeling somewhat hopeful. She could only hope that the rest of the passengers would be the same, it would make for a decent enough vacation. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be so bad after all. Diana her own flute, in turn, inclining her head in Gabriel’s direction. “To finding whatever we want from this trip. Whether it be love, or just a really expensive holiday.”


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To say the least, the past week had been downright shitty. Earlier in the week, Gabriel had had an interview with Alternative Press that had turned south rather quickly. The Interviewer, a man close to his age, began the session like any other. He asked Gabriel about the band, the direction they were heading, the next upcoming album and tour, and how he was doing. Everything seemed like a typical interview with the second-largest musician magazine. Gabriel's assistant, Cole, had informed him that the magazine would be sponsoring their next tour in Europe, their most extensive tour yet. Naturally, Gabriel put on his best leather jacket and tucked in his shirt. With a smile on his face, Gabriel answered without a problem. He needed to get his act together. Get back into the groove of things for his band and his lively hood.

Of course, that didn't last very long. The questions took a personal turn after the man asked Gabriel about his love life. Gabriel, being the good professional man he was, answered every question with a wavering smile on his face. These people just wanted any kinds of crumbs thrown their way—anything to get a glimpse of Gabriel's private life. The tiniest detail would send tabloids wild. Always waiting for any slip-up, any cracks, anything.

Who was his daughter's mother? Were they still together? Why was Gabriel so private about his personal life? Did his band member know his daughter? Why was Gabriel never seen around women? Was he gay? Bisexual? Was his lack of motivation the reason the band was falling apart?

Gabriel had handled every question with questionable tolerance. A few more minutes and the interview would be over. A few more minutes, and he could go home, plop down on his couch and get high. This was nothing he hadn't handled in the past! Gabriel had this under control. Easy peasy, as they say. This man was just another nosy interviewer trying to milk any details they could. Unfortunately, the man asked his last question.

Who is Daniel?

Every bone in Gabriel's body tensed up, hearing that. His face paled, and his fingers gripped the hem of his leather jacket. One little question, one mention of that name, and he was back there. Gabriel could feel those cold hands on the back of his neck, over his chest, over his mouth, slowly suffocating him. Pulling the life out of him insult after insult; you after beating. He could hear his assistant, somewhere to his right, call his name. An argument broke out around Gabriel, but all he could do was stare at the man's growing smirk on his face.

He knew. He fucking knew.

Without a hint of hesitation, he stood and walked over to the man. Gabriel doesn't remember what he said; all he remembered was punching the man square on the nose. After that, well, the tabloids already covered that.

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WEDDING MARCH OR WEDDING LINE: IS LILY REIGAN BACK AT IT AGAIN

Gabriel looked down at the magazine cover his assistant had handed him while in the limo.

"Looks like someone took the covers instead of you." Cole snorted as he pulled out his phone from his bag. Gabriel's assistant was a muscled man with large blue eyes and dirty blond hair. He had an aurora around him that screamed, "don't fuck with me."

"Most of the covers." Gabriel corrected, eyes trained on Lily Reigan wearing some wedding dress. Smart woman. Using the vultures as free publicity. "Rather her than a picture of me punching that fucking guy." Although most of the biggest tabloids had spared the cover for Ms. Reigan, he had still trended alongside her on Twitter. He discarded the magazine and pulled on his favorite leather jacket.

"Maybe you should thank her and her team." Cole mused with a smile, glancing up at Gabriel. "A fruit basket would be nice. Add some wine and a merch shirt."

Gabriel rolled his eyes at his assistant. Haha, funny,Gabriel thought but kept his sarcastic thought to himself. They were nearing the drop off zone for the cruise, and just the thought of being out on the sea for the next week made Gabriel feel like jelly. He'd miss his daughter, but even if he stayed, he wouldn't be able to spend Christmas with her. He had promised Marisol to FaceTime her every day before bed and send him pictures of the sea every time he could; in exchange, she would send him all sorts of pictures. He expected dog pictures with ugly sweaters and a photo or two of Marisol's mother cooking. While they had been separated for almost six years now, both of them continued to have a good relationship. He was glad Marisol had been spared from a messy divorce.

"We're here." Cole interrupted Gabriel's thought as he climbed out of the limo. He allowed the cruise staff to gather the luggage from the trunk while he turned to face Gabriel as he climbed out. "Remember, have fun, don't think about what happened these past days, stay away from Twitter, and for the love of God, don't fall into your bad habits."

"Anything else, mother?" Gabriel flashed Cole a smile. He didn't was him to worry and make a fuzz. Knowing Cole, he would probably be glued to his phone, refreshing his messages and DMs in case Gabriel slipped up or sent a message his way. "You relax and spend the week away from your phone. Pay attention to your spouse. They will kill me, you know how Ale gets when they don't get enough attention from you." Gabriel squeezed Cole's shoulder; besides them, the staff was already taking the luggage into the ship.

"See you in a week," Gabriel turned on his heels and slipped on his Cartier sunglasses. A staff member greeted him by the VIP gate with a smile, all the while people from the other lines looked his way. He heard his name and a quick flash of lights shortly after. Great. Gabriel turned to wave as more people recognized him. He took a selfie here and there while moving up the line. He could tell that the staff member was getting tired of waiting around for Gabriel, so he took the last selfie and hurried up the line. Luckily, none of the people had asked about the interview.

Once in the VIP deck, Gabriel gave a once over the people there along with their attire. Well, it looked like he would have to follow Cole's advice and thank a certain someone for sparing him the tabloid covers. That would have to wait, at least until they got to the speed dating. Was that really what they were doing? Seriously, speed dating? Oh right, this was supposed to be some kind of matchmaking cruise for the rich, something that Gabriel had completely forgotten. Whatever, it wasn't like he would actually try to search for someone. He was not. Gabriel still had too much shit going on in his life to involve someone else. Not only that, but it seemed like someone else was trying to slither back in.

Gabriel declined the champagne when a waiter offered the tray and asked for apple cider instead. He glanced over to the many faces, some he recognized and others he did not and wondered how Gabriel would fare with them. He would at least try to stay sober for the next week- hopefully. Just thinking about it made him want to dig into his pocket and pull out the small bottle of blue pills.

"Relax, you got this. One week." Gabriel whispered to himself as he drank from the flute, hand already shaking. Great.


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A B O U T M E


Hello! Wind Flower here bored with nothing to do and some free time. So, I decided to make a general interest check! I am 25 years old, live on PTS, and tend to work during the days. I consider myself casual to high casual, depending on the situation. The genres I tend to enjoy more are fantasy, historical, and adventure. I am dwelling more on other more laid back genres like SoL and drama.

I am always open to RP an original plot you might hand.

As of yet, I don't have any and will be adding some in the future.


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R E Q U I E R M E N T S


Please do be older than 18; I would feel more comfortable since I tend to RP some darker themes. No Smut. I would also appreciate it if you were casual to high casual with pretty good grammar. Don't worry, English isn't my first language, and I know everyone makes mistakes here and there. Finally, be open to MxM and FxF since those are the types of pairings I lean towards for romance. Other than that, I hope we could have fun!


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W H A T I ' M L O O K I N G N O W


I'm looking for a short-term RP, nothing specific. Could be a light-hearted SoL or some light adventuring out in the wasteland. Really, nothing too serious. We could go into an existing world from a game or movie, or make our own as we go! I'm not picky right now, just trying to fill my time.

I have one slot open!


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M Y I N T E R E S T S


  • Fantasy
  • Historical Drama
  • Adventure
  • Survival
  • Slice of Life
  • Horror
  • Zombies/Post-Apoc
  • Romance


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T R O P E S / P A I R I N G S
(prefer these in a sol or low fantasy setting)


  • Fake Dating
  • Enemies to Lovers
  • Childhood Friends
  • Poly (3)
  • Noble x Servant
  • Hitman x Badass CEO
  • Gangster x civillian
  • Arranged Marriage (noble x noble)


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