OOC: Jealousy? She gets jealous of him feeding on other people, she knows it is intimate and it affects her? Which makes things difficult because he will literally starve if he doesn't feed. So she offers herself?
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[size=7pt](Please click above!)[/size]OC: I can see that happening. But he's going to have to give up his quest to feed off of her friend, or she'll think that he was only using her.
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OOC: We will have to wait and see. Hehe.
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OC:IC: Daphne sighed as Aaron started dragging her back to the party. "I was at the party," she grumbled. "I was at the party all night long, and I was just leaving." Of course, Aaron didn't seem to hear or listen, too caught up in her own, happy world. It seemed strange for the moody, depressed, goth girl to be friends with the effervescently-happy Fairy, but aside from their demeanors, they were rather alike. They shared many of the same opinions and it wasn't hard for Daphne to talk to Aaron about her personal thoughts and fears. Some things, though, were better kept as secrets. Daphne tried to squirm out of Aaron's hold as the blonde girl dragged her back towards the building, but was unable to. She has already seen a few supernatural things that night, and she was weirded-out enough to need some alone time to figure things out for herself. "You just never take no for an answer, do you?" she grumbled bitterly as she finally gave-in, letting Aaron drag her back into the party. She had no intention of dancing, though, despite Aaron's vivacity and soon-to-come insistence.
[size=7pt](Please click above!)[/size]OC: Okay, well, you're turn Missy. ;)
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OOC: Sorry before I reply Daphne is human correct? Also what does she look like/wear? Its important for my reply with Lameer. Also his full name is Vladameer. But he goes by Lameer. lol
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[size=7pt](Please click above!)[/size]OC: Yes, Daphne is human with some awareness of supernatural activity. Here's the link to her bio: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…4.msg55804697#msg55804697 I've decided on the first picture for her appearance. Right now, she's wearing a long-sleeve black shirt, somewhat fitted, showing her narrow waist, and dark, almost black, skinny-jeans and black scruffy converse sneakers. Her hair is down, straight, but messy from not having brushed it in the last ten hours. Her hair is long, stopping somewhere between her elbow and her wrist.
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OOC: I hate being a girl, why does my period have to start today of all days..sigh. I go camping Friday until Sunday and I will be on my period...yay :(
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[size=7pt](Please click above!)[/size]OC: I know, I hate that part of being a girl too. That's why societies where the females were respected and the women weren't expected/forced to do physical labor had it right. We shouldn't have to go to work (or school :P) when we're bleeding and our hormones are whacky and we can't control ourselves. It's just not fair. We should be able to relax on those days and be served hand and foot be family members. *wistful sigh* Ah, the good old days, why can't we bring those back?
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OOC: I know I'm cramping super bad too. I don't want to work tonight...ugh!! The little bit of muse I had is disappearing because of my pain and exhaustion.
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OOC: I will reply to this and Aglaia either tonight or tomorrow morning, no worries. My muse is slowly coming back :)
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[size=7pt](Please click above!)[/size]OC: Yay! And I'm 1/3 of the way through my big project. Only about another week or so and then it's done. And then I have college apps . . . fun . . .
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OOC: Lol yay for that.
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OC:IC: Daphne sighed as Aaron started dragging her back to the party. "I was at the party," she grumbled. "I was at the party all night long, and I was just leaving." Of course, Aaron didn't seem to hear or listen, too caught up in her own, happy world. It seemed strange for the moody, depressed, goth girl to be friends with the effervescently-happy Fairy, but aside from their demeanors, they were rather alike. They shared many of the same opinions and it wasn't hard for Daphne to talk to Aaron about her personal thoughts and fears. Some things, though, were better kept as secrets. Daphne tried to squirm out of Aaron's hold as the blonde girl dragged her back towards the building, but was unable to. She has already seen a few supernatural things that night, and she was weirded-out enough to need some alone time to figure things out for herself. "You just never take no for an answer, do you?" she grumbled bitterly as she finally gave-in, letting Aaron drag her back into the party. She had no intention of dancing, though, despite Aaron's vivacity and soon-to-come insistence.
[size=7pt](Please click above!)[/size]OC: Reposting for visibility.
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Aaron pulled Daphne in close. Placing her arm on her hip and Daphne's arm on the shoulder. Her other hand taking Daphne's. Then dancing like a couple would. Aaron saw nothing wrong with it and gave a giggle as she started to take them around in circles. people at the party giggled and watched. The fairies magic making everyone just as excited and happy as she was. "But did you dance at the party my Daffodil?" Aaron giggled at the nickname she used for her mortal friend. Daffodil being one of the prettiest and interesting flowers. At least in her opinion. Flowers were precious. At least in the Wyld Wood they were. Flowers were something to be treasured, great gifts and ways to make people cheery. She had named Daphne that shortly after meeting her a few years back. Daphne had been to.....exotic and unique. So much different from every other human out there. Usually Aaron would of past them by. Paid them no attention, looked the other way. But her Daffodil had caught her attention rather quickly and she still seemed to surprise her even to this very day. Yes, Daphne was far to special to Aaron, far to important to not deserve such a beautiful nickname. If only the human knew just how rare it was that Aaron picked human companions, just how rare it was for a fairy such as herself to give a normal girl a nickname. For nicknames in her home were incredibly important. It was like having a title or getting promoted. It was a honor. It also was a marking or ownership of sorts. No other Fae or supernatural creature would mess with her for that matter. Not unless they wanted to deal with a strong and timeless Fairy.
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[size=7pt](Please click above!)[/size]OC: Aaaaand things just got more complicated. lol
IC: Daphne was not able to resist the Faery's magic. Even if she knew that Aaron was a Faery using magic on her, she wouldn't be able to resist it. She moved right along with her in her clumsy sneakers, going with the flow for as long as she was forced to, but pulling away a little and letting go, cheeks burning in embarrassment, as soon as she was able. "No, I didn't dance," she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest self-consciously. "You know I have two left feet and no sense of rhythm." It was what Daphne had been telling everybody her entire life as the reason for why she didn't ever dance. She'd been telling that to herself so long that she now believed it, too. In truth, the first reason she ever refused to dance was because she was just too scared to. She never even tried, and was too afraid that she'd be a complete failure to give it even a small chance. She never understood why Aaron associated her with such a bright, cheerful flower. Daphne was neither bright nor cheerful, neither sunny nor yellow-haired (or yellow-skinned, for that matter). She could tell that Aaron had no malicious intent behind it, though. Indeed, her only friend seemed to be incapable of malicious intent. Any other nickname that Daphne had been called had been cruel and mean and hurtful. It was nice to know that somebody valued enough to give her a special name.
OC: Aw, just thought of a scene that there could be later on with him teaching her how to dance and making her feel all special and girly. <3 He'd have to buy her a nice dress first, though, so she can truly feel girly.
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OOC: You are such a helpless romantic, Rain :P
Aaron didn't seem to show any change in her mood as Daphne pulled away from her. She let her arms fall to her side and she gave a thoughtful look. Examining Daphne up and down before letting out a mischievous smile. "I think somebody needs a beauty make over." Aaron giggled once again before grabbing her friends hand and leading her away from the main room and up stairs to the bathroom. Her blonde hair swayed back and forth in its perfect pony tail. The green dress looked almost alive as it clung tightly to her well formed and feminine body. Once they were upstairs and alone in the bathroom Aaron locked the door and gave another evil giggle. "You are going to be happy and stand out for once in your life. It is my Fairy present to you.." Aaron didn't even wait for her friend to respond before she walked around her in a circle. "Now first things first is this terribly depressing outfit. How about some yellows, like the flower I named you after.." With a flick of her wrist Daphne's clothes changed into a beautiful yellow summer dress.
"Awww much better." Aaron said with a look of accomplishment. "Now for your hair."
Lameer had taken quite a while to get from his car into the house. It was after all sunny outside and he was a vampire...Well kind of a vampire. His breeding was a little complicated. He was enough vampire that the sun hurt him very badly. So he had to be extra careful and use his super speed and stealth to get into the house untouched by the heat of the sun and unnoticed by all the people partying. He didn't need a crowd seeing him use his abilities. It always caused drama for him. Lameer gave a groan as he pulled the sun glasses off his face and looked around for the Fairy. he didn't see her in the main room and began to search the house. Hoping he hadn't missed her and that she had left already. Had left the party while he was busily trying to get inside the damn house, because that would be incredibly aggravating for the ancient and inpatient blood sucker.
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IC: When Aaron said the words "beauty make-over," Daphne's eyes widened and she began to put up her hands in an attempt to ward her off. It was too little too late, however, and she was dragged upstairs to the bathroom despite her wishes. She looked uncomfortable and self-conscious as her friend circled he, assessing her outfit and appearance. For whatever reason, Daphne had the odd feeling that Aaron could see through her clothes, and was judging more than just the outfit she had on, but her body as well. It made her feel dirty, made her want to cover up and hide, even though she was already wearing clothes. "But I don't want to stand out," Daphne whined, not liking where this was going.
Yellow. The word hit her ears and her eyes widened, words of negation forming in her mind and running to her lips, but again, she was too late. Before she was even able to speak, she was suddenly in a painfully yellow dress, with comfortable jeans gone, her safe, familiar black long-sleeved shirt and thin, black-and-dark-grey-striped sweater were gone too, as well as her favorite pair of shoes, her converse sneakers. Even her socks were gone, her feet now clad in ridiculously high-heeled shoes that strapped on around her ankles and over her toes in an uncomfortable way. Her pale legs were bare, now, the short, poofy skirt revealing more than she ever did. Daphne's first reaction was panic.
"Where are my clothes? Bring them back!" she demanded, sounding upset as she pulled her arms up against her chest, hiding the cuts and scars on the insides of her wrists and forearms. She reached down then with one hand, careful to keep the underside of her arm hidden, to try and pull the skirt down further, but it wouldn't budge. Oh, why did it have to be yellow? Looking at herself in the mirror, her own skin now looked horribly tinged against the bright yellow. "Please, can you give me a different dress?" she begged, hugging her arms against herself again as she continued to hide the signs of her self-harm from her Faery friend, looking almost like she might start ripping the clothes off herself if they were not replaced. "I don't have the right skin tone to wear yellow, and the sleeves are too short, and so is the skirt. You know I get cold easily." It was the excuse she used for wearing long-sleeves all the time: she got cold very easily. That was somewhat true, but even she got hot in the summer when wearing long-sleeves. That was why she stayed indoors, though.
"And these shoes are ridiculous," she added bitterly, glaring down at them. "You know I don't own any heels and can't walk in them to save my life. If I can't dance in sneakers, how do you expect me to dance in these things?" Daphne looked at herself in the mirror rather unhappily. This wasn't her. She did not look like herself, and it distressed her. She hated pretending, she hated being forced to fit the mold of society or culture or expectation. She just wanted to be herself, and not have people bothering her about it. Perhaps she would not be so against the make-over if she had some kind of say in what was going on, if she knew that she would still feel like herself at the end of it, instead of feeling like somebody else's Barbie doll.
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