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Where have Original RPs gone!? [Death of Originality]

Possibly others like myself who moved exclusively to the 1x1 section? Most of the writers I come across there are advertising original stuff, so I didn't even know there was a deficit of original content in the other sections. I personally refuse to write fandoms (have even turned down requests), and I know a few other 1x1ers who are the same way, so it's a good spot to look for partners if you've got an idea you want to write about but you can't find a group of people who are interested in trying it. Of course, this is only if you're fine with writing with only one person instead of a whole group, so I'm sure it isn't a solution for everyone.

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Not at all xD But he's emotionally driven, so it's hard for him.

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Great, I made her uncomfortable again, Cas thought dryly when he heard Iris stutter. He really needed to learn to think before he opened his mouth. It would have been easy to brush it off like a simple slip of the tongue had he not already confessed to her once before that he’d developed feelings for her. Unfortunately, given the fact that she knew he found her attractive, he was sure he’d just drawn her attention back to the brief history that they both needed to forget about. Inadvertently reminding himself of the same thing, he averted his gaze as the memory of the night they’d spent waiting in her bedroom before they snuck out of the mansion resurfaced in his mind. It was bittersweet because it was the night he had felt like she was someone he could see himself falling in love with, but it was also the night she had betrayed his trust.

Not wanting to think about it, he happily latched onto the subject of her wellbeing to push the memory back down into the recesses of his mind. He frowned as he heard the nervous edge to her laughter though. He would admit that he wasn’t the best at spotting lies, but even he could tell that she was downplaying her condition to him for some reason. “Okay,” he said, not pushing her to explain herself. Whatever the reason was, she must have deemed herself to be in good enough condition to make the rest of the trip to the capital. So, trusting her judgement, he stepped out of the kitchen to recline on the sofa while she ate.

Usually, he was quicker to concern himself with other people’s physical and mental health, but it felt too weird to him to be so considerate of a woman he was trying to move on from. It was almost like traveling with an ex-girlfriend, even though they had never put labels on whatever had been going on between them in the capital. Despite the informality of it all, he’d still gotten more attached to her than he had with pretty much every other girl he’d dated. There had just been something about her that drew him to her like a magnet. She was sweet and funny and always seemed to say the right thing to him when he was in need of support or encouragement.

And I have to stop thinking of her like that, or it’s going to drive me crazy, he shook his head, frustrated with how easy it was for him to fall back into old patterns. He really needed to get better at letting go of people. Trying his hardest, he focused on the people he would reunite with when he got home. His father was strict, but he was family; and Jay and Miles were the closest people he had to brothers. Of course, the relationships he had with them were all far from romantic, but they still made him happy. He didn’t need to hold onto Iris just because she gave him something the three men couldn’t. It wasn’t worth the inevitable heartbreak.

“I’m feeling a lot better than I was yesterday,” he nodded when she asked if he was ready for the long walk. With food and water in his system and a full night of sleep under his belt, he felt like he could handle anything—barring anymore psychotic rebels with knives, that was. “Are you ready for it though?” He posed, unable to help himself even though he was trying to back off. He didn’t want to leave unless Iris was confident that she could make it all the way to the capital.

Name change request

I've been thinking about doing this for years, so I'm just gonna go for it.

I'd like to change my username from Summer to Dagger, please~

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

I had to throw in a fun moment xD Cas is too awkward for something like that not to have happened

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Today? Cas blinked, suddenly much more awake than he had been a second ago. After Iris had made it sound like it would take a long time for him to get home, he’d lowered his expectations quite a bit. He had thought that he had at least a few more days in the other districts before they made it to the border of the capital. So, when she said that she was going to get him back today, his heartbeat quickened with excitement. “No, no. I’m already up,” he shook his head, tossing his blanket aside and standing up from the sofa to get his blood flowing. If there was a chance that he could be back in his own bed by dusk, he didn’t want to do anything to delay it.

When Maisie gave him toast and another cup of tea, he thanked her and sat back down to eat. Already, his thoughts were racing, injected with fresh energy as he fantasized about returning to the capital. He appreciated everything Iris’s friend had been doing for him, but it couldn’t compare to the comfort of being safe in his own home. He missed his room, his father, the gourmet food, the in-house bar, and everything else he hadn’t had access to since he’d been abducted. Looking forward to having everything he’d lost since he’d woken up in Regis’s basement, he ate his food with haste, so they could leave more quickly, and he could get back sooner.

Chasing the toast with his tea, he glanced at the kitchen, only noticing then that the room had fallen oddly quiet. His gaze landed on Iris, and he frowned. Standing still by herself, she looked like she had fallen under a trance. He recalled the depression she’d spiraled into the night before and wondered if she was still struggling with everything that had been going on inside her head. She certainly didn’t look like she was doing any better today.

He hesitated for a few seconds before he got up again and made his way over to where she had turned into a statue. “Iris, are you okay?” he queried tentatively. Although he was in a hurry to get back to the capital, he didn’t want to rush her so quickly that their efforts worsened her condition. If staying at Maisie’s place for a little while longer would help her recover from the demons that were plaguing her mind, then he was willing to do it. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what you said last night, does it—?” As he spoke, he reached out to touch her arm and then froze. Her skin felt warmer than usual, as if she was running a high temperature.

“Whoa,” he exclaimed, retracting his hand. Is she sick? Stepping in front of her, he pressed his hand against her forehead without asking for permission, his eyes widening as his palm heated up instantly against her skin. Now he was certain: She definitely had a fever. “Iris, you’re hot,” he observed aloud, only to feel his cheeks grow warm with the realization of what his statement had sounded like. “I mean, your face is hot… like, burning up. I didn’t mean you’re hot... Although, I wasn’t implying that you’re not hot either! I-I just…” Aware that he was rambling, he pressed his hand against his own face in embarrassment and leaned back against the edge of the counter to put distance between them. Smooth, Cas. Very smooth, he thought in humiliation, taking a deep breath to compose himself.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked, awkwardly dragging his fingers through his bed-messy hair as he tried to will away the redness in his cheeks. “It feels like you’ve got a fever.”

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Cas is a sloppy sleeper cx

Yeah, Regis broke him for now at least. Although he's responding by raining hell on the rebellion, so the plan kinda backfired

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Caspian slept soundly through the night. Maisie’s sofa made a comfortable bed, and for the first time in days, he wasn’t afraid of being snuck up on while he was unconscious. The peace of mind allowed him to relax enough to make it until morning before he began to stir again, and even then, he didn’t fully wake up. Rather, he stretched languidly and rolled from his side onto his stomach, his injured arm dangling limply over the edge of the couch. Distantly, he was aware that there was hazy light filtering into the room through the window, but he was far too comfortable to get up. He exhaled slowly and drifted off again until he was roused by the feeling of a hand on his shoulder.

Recognizing Iris’s voice, he shifted on the sofa and mumbled something incoherent, lifting his limp arm to rub his eyes. The motion caused his injury to ache, and he winced, suddenly reminded of the wound’s existence. The pain wasn’t quite as bad as it had been the day before though, so at least it seemed to be healing. He had to believe that was a good sign.

“Wha’ time is it?” he mumbled, his words slurring together lazily as he forced himself to sit up. The hair on the right side of his head stuck up at random angles, ruffled after he’d slept on it for most of the night, and he blinked tiredly as he tried to gather his bearings. He saw Iris kneeling in front of him first, then Maisie who was standing behind her. The latter had a disapproving look on her face, and he wondered if he’d missed something while he had been asleep. The others looked like they had been up for a little while longer than he had, so he wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that they’d been talking and he had slept through it.

“Did I miss breakfast?” he asked, stretching his arms. He’d decided not to ask about Maisie’s sour expression. If they’d had a fight about something, he probably didn’t need to poke his nose into it. Chances were, it had nothing to do with him, and even if it did, he assumed the subject would come up on its own. It was safer to play dumb until one of them dragged him into it, because right now he barely had the mental capacity to remember why they needed to hit the road again that day.

“I think I made the right decision by choosing to crash on the sofa,” he said, glancing past Iris at Maisie with a smile in the hopes that he could try to lift the mood. “This thing is hella comfortable. I slept like a rock.”

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Okay, weird. I think the guild just somehow uploaded a second copy of my post? xD I have no idea how that happened

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

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