Posts by Syreni

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  • COVEN || •●rp thread●• so mote it be ♡ || OF SHADOWS

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    Zaqar || Denizen || Godfrey
    Zaqar nodded at the priestess's comment. Although he still wished he was more intoxicated. The idea of Luca bearing this much pain made Zaqar sick to his stomach. He gently reached forward, brushing away the hair that had fallen in front of the boys face with ease and concern. "Don't worry kitten, everything will be okay" he assured the boy. With a flick of his hand he pulled a tissue from the coffee table and offered it to Luca.

  • Can you heal her ( guy needed )

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    Alak White
    /uh-lack why-t/


    Alak sighed, in annoyance. He had an almost sociopathic complex but he did try to help and cared. "Yeah? And what difference does that make? She's your sisters friend, not yours" he replied.

  • Can you heal her ( guy needed )

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    Alak White
    /uh-lack why-t/


    "Well aren't we just a martyr?" he responded. His tone was cynical. Alak had the eyes of an old man, eyes that had seen far too much pain in his life. Their darkness reflected a dull wisdom and a determined hopelessness. He clearly hadn't had an easy life. "Family is just a liability, but if you want to refuse the offer of self defense, it doesn't affect me in the slightest. I am offering though, if you want"

  • COVEN || •●rp thread●• so mote it be ♡ || OF SHADOWS

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    Zaqar || Denizen || Godfrey
    God, why the hell did Luca have to be so adorable. Zaqar had a strict policy against dating anyone who was in the closet, as it was always way too complicated. Okie the fact that Luca had expressed exactly zero interest in Zaqar. Kitten's sweet nature was far too good for Zaqar, with his dark secrets and hidden resentment. The agony coursed through his leg, making even breathing painful. But Zaqar refused to show it. He didn't want to make Luca feel guilty. That simply wouldn't do

  • COVEN || •●rp thread●• so mote it be ♡ || OF SHADOWS

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    Zaqar || Denizen || Godfrey
    Zaqar's birth parents had been Chinese immigrants. And, as a way to connect with his culture he had learned to speak Chinese. He was far from fluent but had picked it up almost effortlessly. He often slipped Chinese words in, when he was upset or particularly gentle. "Xiao Mao" he said gently, using the Chinese word for little kitten. "Everything's okay, you just need to rest and eat something" he added, his tone delicate and compassionate. "Alright then, ready to eat and drink just less than enough to pass out" he said, completely jokingly. All signs of weakness had been replaced by a flamboyant nature that covered his pain.


    [aw, babe I'm flattered. But your posts are so much better than mine]

  • Can you heal her ( guy needed )

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    Alak White
    /uh-lack why-t/


    "You can come by my apartment. When shall we begin the lessons?" he replied. "I work the night shift, so I'm free anytime before seven" he added. He also worked weekends and rarely got more than five hours of sleep but Alak dealt. His principle of life was that you take the unbearable and you bear it. There was nothing else to this crazy, twisted game people call life.

  • there's a ghost in my bedroom [bxb, pafp] metaphorically, this ghost is you

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    Valentine didn't really understand love. He hadn't yet figured out how exactly to describe it. Valentine simply loved Tyler with ever fiber of his being. He loved those sparkling blue eyes that hid a dark past but that sparkled like sunlit stream when Tyler laughed. Val loved the way that the mans black tattoos traced over his perfect body. He loved the taste of his perfect, full lips and his unapologetic nature. He loved that Tyler was proud of who he was and took zero shít from anyone. Valentine loved the way Tyler kissed him in public and how he knew exactly how to order at restaurants accounting for Val's dislike of vinegar and his strict vegan diet.


    He constantly crazed Tyler's eyes. Just having Tyler look at Val with those adoring eyes made Valentine feel warm and safe. Tyler's embraces were the only thing that really calmed Val when he was having a panic attack. Most of all Valentine loved that Tyler loved him back. Before Tyler Val had liven with a series of unrequited loves. Even his love for his parents had been one sided. But then Tyler came into his life and everything just seemed okay. The unbearable became bearable within Tyler's strong embrace and gentle kisses.


    Val had long since been trying to look for a way to describe his love. He adored writing and was usually quite good. But he couldn't seem to properly phrase his love for Tyler. Val knew that somewhere there had to be the right words to explain his he felt. Valentine just hasn't found them yet. And so, the search continued. In every old book Val buried himself into he was unconsciously searching for the perfect words. They had to be out there, and it was only logical that one day Valentine would have to stumble across them.


    It was only then that Valentine realized he had been intently staring at Tyler while he had been zoned out thinking. His gaze was adoring, akin to that of a middle schooler with a crush. Valentine's cheeks lit up with a soft pink as he quickly stopped staring. "Yeah, that sounds lovely" he agreed. Val wasn't even really sure what Tyler had suggested but Val had complete faith in Tyler's ability to select a meal for them.


    [We could add it into this thread? I don't care, whatever you want, my dear. Do you want to play Brooklyn or the new girl? Of course I don't mind either way but I adore the way you rp Brooklyn's character. Although, I adore the way you rp any character, Cass. c: <3 ]

  • there's a ghost in my bedroom [bxb, pafp] metaphorically, this ghost is you

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    Valentine had always been opinionated. His thoughts were never mundane, or passive. No, Val's mind was a deep chasm of thoughtful flames. This wasn't exactly an advantage or disadvantage. It was simply another part of Val, like his slender hands or dark eyes. He was a liberal feminist. Valentine was an activist and am athiest. He was empathetic, often feeling others pain more deeply than he felt his own. To valentine his beliefs and ideas were his defining trait. They were what made him himself.


    One thing Valentine believed strongly in was reminding those you love of your feelings about them. People too often would forget. They would begin to question your affection, and often their self worth. It was a vicious cycle. As self centered as evaloution had made humans they still were painfully hesitant when it came to accepting compliments. Rare was the human wig fully believed they were good enough.


    Valentine just blushed harder when it became evident Tyler had noticed. These little things that Tyler seemed to love about Val were really just quirks. Valentine saw them as flaws. He hated the way his dark eyes filled so easily with emotion. Valentine couldn't lie for his life, and those who knew him well could all but read his mind. The boy accidentally would offer visual and behavioral clues about his mood and thoughts.


    "Sorry" Valentine responded softly, before the kiss. "But I'm not sorry enough to stop doing it" he added. Val's tone was unusually flirtatious. In reality Val was quite flirty. He was just normally too shy to express it in public. But being with Tyler had given him confidence. Val leaned into the kiss, quickly and subtly running his tongue along Tyler's lips and nibbling ever so slightly but still managing to keep the kiss light and casual. This action wasn't noticeable to others around them, but Val knew it drive Tyler crazy.


    "And I— he began, after the kiss had ended. "—love you" Valentine finished. He avoided eye contact with the waitress. Valentine may have been willing to flirt and kiss Tyler in public Val still avoided the judgmental glares. It was just easier to look at Tyler instead.


    [I don't mind, I just thought it might be interesting to have the couple interact a bit. Or do you think that would make this thread too crowded? I don't know.
    Yes, all the time <3 I'm looking for my Brooklyn c:]

  • Can you heal her ( guy needed )

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    Alak White
    /uh-lack why-t/


    Alak ever ask gently touched her face. He examined the bruise quickly. Then all of a sudden the intimacy if the situation was cut off. "That should heal up fine" he says abruptly.

  • Can you heal her ( guy needed )

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    "If you lightly massage it and apply pressure it will keep it from scarring up" Alak blurted. The words obviously came from someone with a history of treating abuse wounds and avoiding scars. "Anyway" he added, not wanting to focus on any topics that hit too close to his upbringing.

  • COVEN || •●rp thread●• so mote it be ♡ || OF SHADOWS

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    Zaqar || Denizen || Godfrey
    Zaqar grinned, laughing slightly at Cassity. He was really starting to like the girl. She was hilarious, and seemed to be platonically compatible with himself. "Well honestly, I'd prefer you pushing him into me, but I suppose dinner sounds nice too" he teased. Zaqar stood, the excruciating pain intensifying. It sent spasms through his leg. He managed to stand.


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    Rayen || maura || Giro
    Rayen walked quickly to the table. She glanced around, settling into her normal chair. She was oddly particular about sitting in this particular place. She sat cross legged on the chair, folded up like a bird in a nest. A far off look had occupied her hazel eyes.

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    Zaqar || Denizen || Godfrey
    On top of the obvious pain, the one he'd snatched away from Luca like a petty thief a dull wave of pain and breathlessness washed over him. A light headache pounded. But it had been many years and Zaqar had learned to hide pain. He didn't hide pain out of a need to protect his ego or seem powerful. No, Zaqar hid his pain for two reasons. First there was the small matter of not wanting others to worry about him. He had always hated pity, and to Zaqar showing your pain was the equivalent of asking to be pitied.


    The second reason was a bit more complicated. Zaqar didn't like to admit he was in pain to others because to do that first he needed to admit his pain to himself. Zaqar liked to bury his pain inside himself. He hid his darker thoughts, and traumatic memories. To admit pain would forcibly prompt Zaqar to look for the reasons behind his pain. And all too often that involved an unwanted trip down memory lane. It was easier and safer to simply bottle it all up.


    Zaqar nodded at the blessing. Silently he offered his own personal thanks to the goddess. Then he looked out at the array of foods. Of course the pain made him unable to think of hunger, but he feigned interest, grinning.


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    Rayen || maura || Giro
    Rayen was clearly thinking about something else. She rarely seemed to be quite present in any activities. She was a dreamer, far more than a realist. Yes, it is realists who power the prod but it is dreamers who create their own world. And that was just what Rayen did. She was unsatisfied and hurt by this world, so as a coping method she withdrew. The brunette had developed this skill when she was younger. When her mother was screeching at invisible demons or cursing god for making her a mother Rayen had hidden away, and whispered a story to herself.


    The girls only fond memories of her mother or early life were when her mum used to tell Rayen stories. But them the demons got worse and the stories turned to angry slashed from a butcher knife, leaving scratches that had to be carefully hidden from her father. The red angry lines had been Rayens secret, a secret she only shared with the one who had inflicted them, her mother. Her mom used to say that Rayen was her special helper for hiding the scratches. She always apologized so desperately. And Rayen forgave her. Every. Single. Time. Until it was too late. Until her father lay limply, his dark blood seeping into the old carpet. And all Rayen could think about was that the landlord wouldn't be happy. She couldn't think about the fact that her mother was murderkng her father, that would cause Rayen to scream and her mother would find her. Rayen had to stay hidden so she thought of the stained and the landlord.


    Rayen snapped back to reality, jumping slightly when she did. The PTSD she now had often caused vicious flashback, that Rayen had no control over. But she smiled, trying to eradicate the horrific memory.


    [long post is long. Sorry about that, I just had a sudden muse spike]

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    Zaqar || Denizen || Godfrey
    Zaqar just kind of shook his head. "I can deal with the pain until Luca gets a little better" he insisted, quietly. They could heal the bit enough to dull the pain in a reasonable amount of time, right? Zaqar figured. The boy poured himself a tall glass of wine, unconcerned with whether or not that met the social constraints. They had already given thanks, so that part was fine.


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    Rayen || maura || Giro
    Rayen looked up. "So, what's the plan?" she wondered aloud. Rayen was often doing that. She used other people more as a way to bounce her ideas than as am actual conversation partner


    [Oh my god, babe I'm so sorry. My wifi has been down and I'm all out of data. It's back up now though. I'm really sorry. Love ya, hun :-[]

  • there's a ghost in my bedroom [bxb, pafp] metaphorically, this ghost is you

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    Ah, so that was what Tyler had ordered. Needless to say Val hadn't exactly been paying attention to the orders. His head was, as usual, in the clouds. That was where Valentine liked to be most of the time. Tyler was one of the few things that actually made Valentine want to return to earth, from his thoughts. Before meeting Tyler Val had seen little reason to participate in real life. That was precisely why he had been suicidal. With untreated depression and a host of other issues he had thought that an eternal lack of consciousness was better than slaving through the motions of daily life.


    Being with Tyler had made Valentine happy, but he still had bipolar disorder, depression and anxiety. He still had a chemical imbalance in his brain, and that wasn't something anyone could fix. Well, medicine probably could. But Valentine hated how numb he felt on it. With Val's bipolar he had periods of feeling amazing, which Val loved. The medicine room those away. But, it also took away the periods were Valentine was horribly depressed and couldn't handle his own emotions without drinking or cutting them away. Over all Val still chose to secretly dump his little blue pills down the sink.


    Valentine did his best to ignore the waitress' obvious judgment. He gently leaned against Tyler's shoulder. He felt safe, nestled against Tyler's warm form. And to Val, actually feeling safe was a rare event. So he savored it. Val savored the good times, the good days. It was all he really knew how to do.


    "Mmm, it looks delicious" Valentine replied. The bread was vegan, so without eggs or dairy. He took a little piece of bread and absently dipped it in one of the milder sauces. Val raised it to his mouth and ate it. Of course he chewed with his mouth completely closed, that was one of Val's crazy little things. He hadn't chewed with his mouth open, even when he was alone, since he was just a toddler.


    [Ahh, I can't decide ^u^ Whatever you want to do, I love all of your ideas]

  • you can talk the talk + private + but aren't you exactly the same?

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt ; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 500px;][color=black][Oliver/Olivia] was never anything special, s/he had living sixteen years of just decent. s/he grew up in a small, completely ordinary town in South Caroline. s/he wore ill-fitting jeans with real-homemade-accidental rips in them. s/he owned a variety of tee shirts from concerts twenty years ago, shows that the world since forgot or obscure references that no one understood. [Oliver/Olivia] was quite unpopular. His/er home life was okay, just okay. Nothing really worth mentioning there. s/he was smart, not a prodigy but smart. And [Oliver/Olivia] could write, s/he had filled notebooks and notebooks with words, ranging from stories or cheesy jokes to vividly painted descriptions of the way whipped cream melted into hot chocolate and the way it felt on cold, snowy lips. s/he has never been a trustful person, and is a bit afraid of commitment.


    Denizen Bereth never wanted for it to be like this. Just seven months ago he was been a normal teenager. He had been sixteen at the time. Denizen had been mildly cool, in his school in New York City. Never the jock or the prom king, but he'd been happily average. He had been a bit of a nerd, constantly reading but he also had friends and went to parties. He lived alone with his mom, Julie. His mom had filed a divorce from his dad about seven years ago. He was inconsistent with child support checks, but his moms parents had always taken care of them, despite his moms protests. That was, until Denizen's mom met someone, a man named Blake. Blake seemed so charming and loving at first. After a few months this all changed. Blake became abusive, hitting both Denizen and Julie. Once, Blake went too far. He there Julie back, her head hitting the counter top. Denizen hit back. Only he didn't stop, he fought Blake until the cops arrived. Blake played innocent, claiming that Denizen was mentally ill. Denizen spent eight days in jail. After those eight days he was released, to go home. There Julia had convinced Blake to let her send Denizen away, to live with Julie's parents in South Carolina. Despite Denizen's protests he was sent away, leaving his mother unprotected and living with Blake.


    Denizen was sent to a small town in South Carolina. News spread like wildfire in the small town. Everyone knew that Mr. and Mrs. Bereth's delinquent grandson was coming to live there. Everyone warned their children to stay away from him. Most of the listened, but not [Oliver/Olivia] . No, not the uncool, dreamer [Oliver/Olivia] . S/he had wanted an adventure this summer, and here was Denizen. But there was part of him/er that was repulsed by him, s/he didn't know his real story. All of the townspeople thought he just attacked his mom's boyfriend because he was unstable. [Oliver/Olivia] decided to go and talk to him. S/he wasn't sure what s/he was expecting, but s/he certainly wasn't expecting this intelligent, slightly nerdy seventeen year old boy who can quote books of the top of his head and is completely devoid of tattoos.


    The roleplay will consist of them spending the summer together.


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    So, I will play denizen. I was thinking we could start the day he arrives, or whenever you want. Your character can be either gender, although I'd prefer male. Also you don't need to keep the name [Oliver/Olivia] , she can be called whatever you want.


    • jump in with a picture
    • try and stay with the plot, but if you have any ideas I would love to hear them c:
    • [Oliver/Olivia] should be sixteen
    • no dramatic pasts or sob stories unless you ask me first
    • semi advanced please, meaning try for at least four sentences per post