Vicier

⚜ Vicier's Royal Archives ⚜

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⚜ Royal Archives ⚜

♦ Main Chronicle ♦

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Once upon a time, there were way too many characters to keep up with without having to make an archive for them all.

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Chapter One
♦ Through The Pages ♦

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♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

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Syleste Astrea Nioré

Location: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: Michael Stevenson and Niesha Stevenson (@Caits), Elena Reese ([@Nalore]), and Natalie Hawkins (@Feisty-Pants).}

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“You won’t lose me, Syl. I’d never let that happen.”

One moment the puppy was there, and the next it was gone; eased off of her lap where it had been struggling to stay, and had been almost forgotten in the girls worry for her older brother and the others going out on the quest with him. It wasn’t fair… it-... it just wasn’t fair… Why did he have to go- no; why did any of them have to go..? Though she didn’t know him all too well, and while she may not have ever had the chance to speak to him, she knew for a fact that Alan wasn’t the one that stole the dove… so why was it that he and the others still had to suffer while the real bad guy was still out there somewhere..?

“I’ll come back, I promise, Syl. I’ll take some drachma with me, and I’ll Iris message you every day, okay? So you can know I’m alive and well.”

The dog was once more in her lap; Prince’s paws pressing down and into her thighs before the suddenly the gentle pressure was once more gone ever completely from her lap, leaving her to panic slightly, and for only the briefest of moments about where in the world the pup had gone running off to before her brother’s arms around her was again helping to bring her mind back to the current situation they seemed to find themselves in.

Her cabin was going to be empty- she was going to be alone… well, not completely; she had those who had gathered around her that were more than willing to do their part, and to help out Connor by looking after her while he was gone from camp. Elena, Michael, Niesha. They were all willing to step up, and to try and fill the place of her brother while he was out saving Aphrodite’s bird from whatever bad place it had ended up in; and while they were all amazing people in their own way… they just weren’t him… they weren’t Connor…

“Syleste, if it wasn’t such an important mission, if we weren’t going up against Ares, I’d take you, but it’s important that we do this, and do it as quick as possible, for Alan. I need to go pack, but I’ll come back before I meet the others. Prince, stay.”

“..e-every day…” Never once letting her grip over Michael’s top waver, not even just a little bit, Syleste turned her head so that she was able to look up in the direction that she could hear her brother’s voice coming from, his warm touch helping to give her just that little bit of courage to accept the fact that this was something that (whether she liked it or not) had to happen no matter what, “..y-you promise; call me e-every day..! P-Please, Connor…”

And just like that, he was gone. Heading back towards the cabin so that he could pack, while leaving her in the more than capable hands of their friends.

”..y-y-your buh-buh-brother is s-smart. H-h-he’ll b-buh-bring everyone b-buh-back. And… p-puh-please c-c-come stay w-wuh-with us. I d-d-don’t like the th-th-thought of y-you alone in you c-cabin.”

H-He wanted her to come and stay with them..?

Relaxing her grip over the front of his top only the tiniest of amounts, Syleste lifted her head so that she was able to look up in the direction she could hear his voice coming from… his gentle breath inhaling and exhaling in a steady rhythm, her bright though cloudy light blue eyes seeming to flick back and forth between his own as if she knew exactly where they were in the first place- he was so sweet… he was worried about her; just as the rest of their friends were. It wasn’t very often she had to spend extended periods of time without her brother being right there for her when she really needed him the most.

“A slumber party would be pretty fun, we could just stay up late and hang out, and do whatever we’d like.”

A slumber party… she’d heard of them, but never before had she ever had, or been invited to one of them. They sounded like so much fun- staying up late with your friends, eating popcorn and chocolate and lollies, and watching movies and listening to music until you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore… It was most definitely something that had always piqued her interest, but it seemed like now with Connor going off on his quest, she had more of an excuse than ever to try it out and see whether or not she actually enjoyed it.

“Excuse me. I do not believe that to be wise, however, I can offer you a chance to stay in my quarters. If you would like.”
“No, that wouldn’t be wise.”

Catching wind of not only a voice that she didn’t seem to be able to recognize, but also one she did which seemed to be growing a little defensive towards the newcomer, Syleste once more let her hands ball up, tightening her grip over Michael’s top once again as she curled her shoulders into his body, allowing herself to curl up into the warmth of his arms as she continued to stay silent, listening with confusion to the conversation being held around her.

“You’re one of Artemis’ aren’t you? I can understand the whole ‘men are bad’ thing, but my brother isn’t bad. Syl would stay in my room, if she wishes to stay in our cabin. And no offense, but coming up to and speaking to a blind girl like that is just asking for her to freak out a bit. Besides, nothing will harm Syleste with Moe around, and Prince is a feisty little thing.”

A huntress..? Though the thought of meeting one of the hunt caught her interest, Syleste buried herself further into Michael’s chest, refusing to pull herself back to speak to anyone while the two of them seemed intent on squaring off with one another; even if one of them seemed to be more invested in the action than the other. Neisha was an awesome person; someone who was always there for her when she had a problem, or even when she just wanted someone to talk to about things she couldn’t bring up with her brother… but just like Connor, she didn’t understand; and how could she..?

None of them knew what it was like to live their lives in the dark…

The hunt offered demigoddesses like her freedom… a chance to be independent, and to work with one another while exploring the Western world, and carrying out the will of the Goddess of the moon herself... But for her… it was also a chance to be able to actually leave the camp…

“Unless you count dogs, my brother is outnumbered four to one. And Syleste knows us, she doesn’t know you.”

Well that was that. It was the end of the discussion even if she wanted to something completely different to the outcome. It was clear that Neisha didn’t want her spending time with the huntress whomever it was she might be; and even though the thought of freedom was enticing, the young daughter of Athena was correct… she didn’t know the huntress.

“..I-I want to stay with m-my f-friends…”

The Wolves Of Red Lake (Reboot)

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Syleste Astrea Nioré

Location: Cassandra’s Car in the Red Lake Grocery Store Carpark.
^{Interacting With: Gage Brooks (@BlackPanther).}

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If the world had slowed down before; then the moment his lips connected with her own, it had come to a complete and utter stop. There was no noise- she could hear nothing… not even the gentle beating of her own heart; and for a moment, she truly began to believe that it had all come to an end right there and then… that she had lived her life for this moment, and this moment alone…

The very moment that his lips touched hers; she had died… and now she was in heaven.

His lips… they were so soft… so sweet- so warm..! And the kiss-… A burning heat seemed to spread out through her very being; starting at her core before following every vein… every vertebra… every synopsis, until finally, it hit the surface, causing her to feel as though every little part of her, no matter how tiny it might have been, had just been thrown headfirst into the hottest day in summer. Her cheeks were bright red; her face felt as though it were on fire- her heart, which had just remembered that it needed to work, was beating faster than she could ever remember it having done before…

Was-… was this what everyone’s first kiss was like..?

Shifting ever so slightly over the seat, Syleste lifted her legs up so that they were instead folded neatly underneath her body, her hands (both tentative) reaching out until they were able to meet with the soft, though strong muscles of his chest, her fingers curling… molding to the shape as she seemed to grow more serene, her body visibly relaxing and falling ever so slightly into his own as she chose to follow his lead, doing what she could to add to the kiss; but as soon as it had begun, it was over… he was pulling away… and time was once more catching up to them in the moment.

She barely heard what it was he was saying; her chest rising and falling heavily with each and every breath as she tried to catch it once again, and her ears still ringing slightly, though none of that mattered… she couldn’t concentrate- he had kissed her..! Gage had actually kissed her..! She was still trying to process the fact that he even liked her; that he shared the same feelings for her, that she did for him, and that in itself was more than she could have ever dreamt possible. He was so wonderful, so amazing, so-… so perfect. He could have anyone he wanted, and the simple fact that he had chosen her out of all of them… Heh; that was right… he chose her; just like she had chosen him.

“..-think Cassandra is waiting… and you really want pocky… shall we?”

It took her a few moments to catch up. Her mind still reeling from the kiss; and whenever she tried to make sense of anything, it thoughts just seemed to become more and more jumbled with each other.

“..pocky..? Furrowing her brows ever so slightly as she tried her best to focus on the word and not on the fact that he had taken a hold of her hand, Syleste let her head tilt lightly to the side, her soft pink lips parting from one another before understanding began to dawn over her delicate features, an apologetic look crossing over them soon after as she tightened her hold over his hand, squeezing it lightly as a sweet though still rather shy smile played over her lips, “..o-oh; pocky… uhm… yeah… we, uhm; we should go… together…”

The Wolves Of Red Lake (Reboot)

@Nallore, @BlackPanther; I promise you guys I will get a post up... I have a 13 hour layover here in LA..! If I can get wifi; I'll be working on posts, collabs, and CS'... not to mention formatting as well for my roleplays.

My holiday did me a lot of good... I got my muse back guys; so much so, I even have an idea for the book I'm gunna write. So today, I'm writing up a storm..!

♦ Through The Pages ♦ (Fairytale Roleplay)

@BlackPanther; hahaha, nahhhh totally not stalkerish at all honey..!

As for your idea, I get the impression that one might be talking about our lovely Cheshire Cat..! If my knowledge of disappearing characters proves to be up-to-date. Anyway; the idea that this magical character went to Earth and was one of the children is most definitely plausible..! We love adding more names onto the list of kids that are to come back with the guardians; the more the merrier we say. However, there are a couple of things I would like to point out...

Those that are animals have a 'cursed' form?

You are indeed only half correct on this one. While there are some (Scar, Odette, Naveen, etc.) who were indeed cursed with this form, there might be others (Bambi, Sher Khan, Cheshire, etc.) who were blessed with this form as some sort of shape-shifting magic. Each would have been given to them in a different way; whether it was bestowed on them, Rothbart (man with the animal fetish) cursed them with it, it might have been in their bloodline, or they were born with the gift.

As for the character being able to do magic on Earth... the only magic that's on Earth is what we have now, magic like what Domino and Houdini can do, and microwave popcorn. The only magic that's on Earth is the amulets given to the guardians; people as powerful as Elphaba might be able to conjure something... like maybe the tiniest flicker in her eyes, but she can't do anything with it until she gets back to their real world- same with Elsa, she's powerful enough that the cold doesn't effect her, but she has none of her snow or ice powers on Earth. So your character might be good a slight of hand, but there would be no magic until they get back to Rivenspire.

♦ Through The Pages ♦ (Fairytale Roleplay)

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Audrey Ramirez and Davy Jones

♦ Avonlea Docks - Avonlea, Rivenspire ♦

Interacting With: Each other.

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“..puta mierda..!”

The ever familiar sound of the engines roaring to life ripped out though the docks of Province, the tires seeming to just fly over both the cobblestone and wood, causing the loose stones to crunch underneath their weight as each bike sped down the ever changing route that had been lined out for them to take; the sound growing further and further away, disturbing the normally peaceful morning air of the docks as she hurried to catch up to them, though knowing full well that she was never going to be able to do so.

It was over. She’d missed her chance… her chance at earning the extra gold; and for once being able to spoil her child with something special, and a day where the two of them could just sit down and spend time with one another.

Clenching her jaw tightly as her dark eyes followed the bikes until they had completely fled from sight and around the corner, a frustrated groan fell through her lips, her head shaking from side to side in utter disbelief to her own stupidity until eventually, she turned away from the scene that was causing the more seedier side of Avonlea to get riled up about who was going to be the new winner now that the reigning champ had been left out of the running- the very thought that she had once again let her precious daughter down had her hands balling into fists, the sound of wood creaking under the pressure of the blow as she brought them both down upon the lid of a nearby barrel.

Sighing out softly in defeat, Audrey pressed the palms of her hands into the barrel, her dark eyes shutting tightly for a moment or two before finally, she stood herself up tall once again, her expression blank… almost completely unreadable as she brought her hands together in front of her stomach, pulling the leather gloves off one after the other before tossing them down on the cracked and splintered lid; her gaze looking out, though not particularly seeing the view of the ocean waves as she stared out over it, her mind reeling about what she was going to now that she had missed the opportunity presented to her.

A few moments later, a low, throaty chuckle resounded off of the cobblestone walls, reaching her ears. While usually the sound was associated with either taunting, or danger, Audrey knew it to be neither as it was a particular laugh she had grown familiar with over the years. It was his laugh...

Stepping out from behind the corner, Davy Jones made his presence known as he stepped towards her, his arms outstretched as if to say "here I am!" His frock, a deep sea-green in color, swished with every step he took - the blood-red waistcoat poking out underneath complementing the loud accessories of belts and sashes making anyone wonder just how the man got around without ever making any sound.

"Not exactly a hard woman ta find, Kiara. But ye sure do make it difficult to catch up to ye." Jones smirked as he closed the distance between them. With a soft smile, reserved for only those single few he held a high regard for, he trailed out his tattooed hand, letting his fingers catch her chin to softly have her looking back at him in an angle he found most appealing.

"What ye may call misfortune... I call... opportunity..." he went on, a slight gleam in his eye and smirk on his lip. "Had ye won... well... perhaps me visit 'ere to Avonlea would 'ave gone unnoticed. It's rather amazing, isn't it? What a few, shiny gold pieces can do to a person 'til it's run dry..."

“..Jones…”

She didn’t even want to think about how disappointed Elaina was going to be when she found out that her mother wasn’t going to be able to spend the following day with her; the girl was going to be absolutely heartbroken… but at least this time, there wasn’t any promises made to get the child’s hopes up…

“..you know that every single piece of gold I earn goes into raising my daughter… this win was going to be no different; except now…”

Closing her eyes for a moment, she tilted her head lightly to the side, her chin slipping away from his touch so that her cheek was instead resting against his fingers, her shoulders both visibly and physically relaxing as her body leant back against the barrel- there had always been something about him… about Jones that had caught her eye… Even throughout her years spent living within the Pride Lands, he had always managed to somehow pull her from her bad moods… her darkened thoughts, and back into the light with nothing more than smooth talk, a dashing smile, and rather flattering intrigue towards her and her well-being.

Lifting a single hand up from where it had been rested over the top of the barrel, Audrey ran her fingers back through her long and wavy dark locks, pushing them back and off of her face before she once more lowered her arm, her hand coming to rest instead upon the leather gloves that she had taken off moments beforehand, “..I have let her down once more…”

Jones didn't waver his visage as Audrey's spirit began to dwindle. He had seen her in times like this before; worse even. It seemed that he had timed his visit just right, for who else in this God-forsaken Kingdom could look after her better than he? It was a good thing he always had a plan.

"Ah. I see. That is... quite the plight..." Jones agreed, slowly letting his hand slip from the side of her face. "I'd be so inclined ta offer me services, but... it seems... something has weighed me down, rendering me quite useless. What- what is that?"

Jones began to dig his hand in and around the golden sash tied around his waist, seeming quite perplexed for a few moments until finally, his hand caught around a rather large satchel.

"Ah! There ye are! Thought I'd lost ye to the locker..." Jones began to untie the string that kept the satchel fastened to his person, and then, cupping it with his hand, he tossed it up a few times, listening to the sound of coins clicking together for a few moments before tossing it over to her.

"Now... ye see... I had hoped that, that satchel I'd obtained, indisputably honestly and undeniably justly - quite recently, in fact - could buy ye and I a few days pleasures..." Jones wiggled his eyebrow. "However, in light of certain... circumstances..." He paused, crossing his arms over his chest and bringing up his finger to tap at his lips as though in deep thought. Then, with a shrug, he dropped his arms and smiled. "I suppose I could... extend such pleasures to... smaller company, as well... absent the brothels, of course." He paused, and then quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side slightly in a soft angle. “Or not..?”

Parting her soft lips in slight confusion towards the situation, Audrey let her gaze tear away from his own and down to the satchel she now held within her hands, her dark eyes taking a moment to flick over the insignia branded into the leather before all of a sudden, it began to make sense in her mind.

These were the winnings…

It was what she would have collected had she been in the race in the first place. The gold that she had been planning on spending on her daughter from the very beginning, and now, thanks to the rather sticky fingers belonging to the pirate that now stood so very tall before her eyes, she had them within her grasp… How was it he always seemed to be at least one step ahead of her at every turn..?

Lifting both her gaze and her attention so that it was once more resting upon him, she couldn’t seem to help the small smile that played over her lips, her fingers curling tighter around the leather satchel before finally, she slipped the strap over her shoulder, letting it hang by her side in a show that she was accepting of his gift… and of his help, “..of course…”

Turning her gaze down to once more glance over at the leather gloves left laying on the lid of the barrel, Audrey reached out and took them up in her hand, taking a moment to slip them back down into her pockets before she turned her head, once again choosing to give him her full attention, “..I shall be sure to give her your regards; or will you be accompanying me..? I do not plan on returning home anytime soon; I told Sweets that I didn’t know how long I would be. If you have no plans; a few drinks would be welcomed.”

Jones returned her comment with a smile. Though as much as he would like to see the small child again, drinks with the woman he had known for a great number of years posed to be a slightly higher priority. Especially when she was willing to get a few drinks with him. Extending out an arm, he approached her once more until his palm was pressing up against the small of her back, guiding her to walk with him to no place in particular, but it would only be a matter of time before they would find a tavern or something of the like.

"Thought ye'd never ask, lass."

♦ Through The Pages ♦ (Fairytale Roleplay)

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Odette Swan and Scar Lionhart

♦ Pride Rock Castle - Pride Lands, Rivenspire ♦

Interacting With: Each other.

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The sands were hot upon the soles of her feet- of course he was going to be out here… sweating and beating away under the strong heat and rays of the sun; was it not where he was always found when things were bearing down upon his mind..?

Having taken only but a moment of pause in the open doorway, Odette had already taken it upon herself to make her way across the eatery, and out into the open space of the King’s private training grounds, only coming to a stop once she had come but a few feet away from the man who had given her the allowance and the freedom to be able to call the Pride Lands her home. Scar had done much for her since their chance meeting at Swan Lake… given her a home, cleaned her up, put clothes upon her back, taught her just what it meant to be a royal…

..to be a Princess…

“..how could you..! Speak your mind- tell me what it is that I have done to anger you so that you would see fit to have my studies doubled..!” No longer seeming to fear the wrath of the blade as much as she had upon her first arrival, she moved herself around the other side of the training dummy which her father had been using for practice, her bright light blue eyes flicking over to it so that she could watch on for a few moments as small chunks of the wood splintered away at the force before she once more let her gaze meet with his, the gentle breeze causing her long though delicately curled locks of blonde hair, along with the beautiful material of her dress to flutter lightly around her.

“You knew… You knew that I had plan to meet with Shenzi and Ed in the marketplace..! They were to take me shopping before accompanying me to the races..!”

Dropping her hands down to the front of her dress, Odette took a gentle hold of the material, balling her hands up into fists and holding it up ever so slightly as she took a couple more steps closer to him, her expression showing that she was truly unhappy with how things had gone down, “I had to send word with the guard that I would be unable to meet with them..! ..they are my only friends… and I broke word thanks to your actions…”

Grunting, with one final, powerful swing, the edge of the sword became embedded into the wood, the tang of the blade wobbling with the force it had taken to do so. Taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow, Scar took a moment to look at the tiny blonde who had mustered up the courage to speak to him in such a way. He couldn't help it... he smiled. Two months ago, she was barely able to meet his eye when he had brought her back with him from Swan Lake. The Pride Lands had been so overwhelming, the poor girl wanted to do nothing but study so she didn't have to worry about socializing with others.

Shaking his head though still holding his smile, Scar grabbed the hilt of the sword and with a powerful jerk, wrenched it free from its entrapment, only to return it to the sheath attached to his hip on the batters.

"Anger has not driven me to action today, promise made.." Scar chuckled, turning once more to face her keeping his hand on the sheath of his sword by sheer habit and placing his free hand on top of it to rest.

"And involvement with the Hyenas held no place in my decision, either." he assured her. "The shopping can wait - they have had... larger upsets with me before... it is not something they can't handle now..." Clearing his throat, pushing aside a few series of specific thoughts that had then entered his mind, he returned his attention to Odette.

"Your studies have been doubled this day because tomorrow, there will be none."

It was an outright lie. His reasons behind extending her classes had nothing to do with tomorrow. But after he had finished with his late brother's wife and was able to take to the sands to work off a bit of extra testosterone, it gave him time to think of what exactly he was going to tell her.

"Your sixteenth birth year approaches. I will have plans made and seen to, by your instruction. I've the rest of this day and all of tomorrow to see desires met."

She couldn’t help but take pause at his words; confusion clearly written all over her soft features as she continued to stare up at him where he stood before her.

..her sixteenth birth year..?

They had spoken of her birth a few times past since she had first been brought to live within the Pride Lands; never before had she celebrated the fact that she had been born… it wasn’t exactly something, that after her fourteenth year, that Rothbart had ever really taken seriously; and it was because of such a fact, and the knowledge that each year the day seemed to change, that she had been unable to answer Scar when he had first asked her the date of which she had been born.

“..see desires met..?”

Relaxing the grip she had upon the front of her dress, Odette allowed her gaze to wander for only a few moments before eventually, she was able to bring it once more back up to meet with the man she now called her father, her body still holding firm in its place before him, “..I would not know where it is to begin… never before has such celebrations been held in my honor; nor have I ever dreamed that they would be… Is-... Is such a thing truly of importance to celebrate..?”

Scar's smile faded somewhat, and his gaze turned to that of sympathy. Slowly, he dropped his gaze and shook his head, opening up his arm to her as he then approached her and put it around her small frame.

"Walk with me." It was a command, but it came out soft. He started the pace, slow and casual, as he guided her across the sands he had been training on and back into the castle.

"Do you not think your life worth celebrating?" he asked, taking on the tone of a scholar, pushing for questions that they already knew the answers to. "Becoming a woman in The Pride Lands is a day of celebrating, unmatchable to any other. Birth years are celebrated annually, recognizing achievements and growth made in year past. But when a woman first passes blood, there is so much more to celebrate. A girl becomes a woman, and a woman can become a mother, and mothers produce heirs - future Princes and Kings to lead this Kingdom into prosperity." He stopped walking, pulling his arm back from around her shoulders and instead turned to face her, resting then both his hands on either shoulder and made direct eye contact.

"There is much worth celebrating. And what's more... you will be announced to my Kingdom as Odette, Princess of The Pride Lands. You will, by bond and blood, truly become one of us."

He-... He wished to celebrate her becoming a woman..?

Unable to tear her gaze away from his once he had taken a gentle hold of her shoulders, she bit down softly upon her lower lip, chewing on it nervously for a few moments as she allowed her mind to wander over what it was he had been explaining to her… She was to become a woman when first she began to bleed..? It was something that had happened a few years prior; when she had emerged from the waters of the lake to find part of her dress stained crimson with that of her own blood.

It had been something that had terrified her… enough to call upon her captor for help.

“..I have bled for a few yearly cycles past… and though explained to me that it now meant I was a woman; I knew not of its importance… only that such a thing frightened me enough to call upon Rothbart for guidance…”

Scar nodded in understanding. He had figured as much. Rothbart was an idiot. She was nearly sixteen - such a milestone in her life was sure to have already happened. But that didn't make her any less of a woman, and the thought had him smiling once more back at her.

"Then we've years of neglected celebration to catch up on."

The Wolves Of Red Lake (Reboot)

@BlackPanther; aaaaaaaaaaaand the noodleness is strong in this one, so strong she had a mini panic attack x'D

The Wolves Of Red Lake (Reboot)

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Syleste Astrea Nioré

Location: Cassandra’s Car in the Red Lake Grocery Store Carpark.
^{Interacting With: Gage Brooks (@BlackPanther).}

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“Syl… I have a confession to make.”

A confession..? This was it; this was when he was going to tell her that he didn’t like her; that he wanted nothing more to do with her, and that he would rather her not go on the camping trip with them… She didn’t mind though; not that it wasn’t going to hurt… but even the smallest of moments- the smallest of memories gained from her being held so gently in his arms, from his hand holding so sweetly onto her own...from just being able to sit, and to talk to him without becoming a nervous puddle of pink hair and stutters…

“I… I uh… I really like you.”

The very minute the words had left his lips, it was like the world around her stopped; slowing down to the extremities that they had in movies while her heart, instead, decided to lodge itself up into her throat as she did her best to wrap her mind around what it was he had just said, or, well confessed to her.

He-... He liked her..? G-Gage actually liked her..?

Lifting her head up so that she was able to glance over in the direction she could hear his soft voice… his gentle breathing… Syleste took a few more moments to herself, allowing time for the new information to actually sink in and settle within both her mind and body- this had to be a joke of some kind… a cruel and unusual joke that her mind had decided to play on her for some unknown reason. She was dreaming, she had to be; but then it couldn’t be right… she could feel the warmth of his hand in her own… she could hear the breath moving in and out of his lungs as though to bring him courage…

This was real… it was all so real…

“..G-Gage… I-I, uh…” Dropping her head down ever so slightly, she shut her eyes tightly, cursing herself internally as she forced herself to take yet another moment, though this time to calm her nerves and the rushed beating of her heart within her chest- argh..! Why was this so hard..? She liked him… a lot; and he had just gone out of his way, and told her outright that he liked her as well..! So why was it this hard to tell him just how she felt..?

Tightening her grip over his hand just that little bit more, she shifted over the backseat, her body straightening ever so slightly before she took in a deep breath through her nose, seeming to hold it in for a good five seconds or so before finally, she let it fall slowly out past her soft pink lips; the action repeating itself a couple more times before her eyes fluttered open, and her attention once more lifted up to where she could still feel him sitting beside her.

“..I-I like you too, Gage… like, like you… like really like, like you…”

The Wolves Of Red Lake (Reboot)

@BlackPanther, @Caits; sorry I didn't get you guys a post up last night, Halloween was more fun than I thought it was going to be, especially when they brought out apples to apples... I'll be working on it tonight; cross my heart..!