Be not afraid | Semi-open
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Posted 2022-04-17 09:49:29 (edited)
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 Prince of Amethyst #60184 |
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Posted 2022-05-02 18:52:27
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Fierce #63112 |
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Posted 2022-05-03 23:14:02 (edited)
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Prince of Amethyst #60184 |
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Posted 2022-05-05 22:47:31
Being one of the last Gods was a lonely existence. The old God had lost his powers long ago, dormant like the others he'd tried to call out to. There was a gap in his memory, one moment he'd been hearing news of a war and the next he was waking up buried beneath a wasteland. He'd walked for miles until his feet were sore and blistered into the nearest civilisation, but things were so different now. The sky seemed to have lost its colour and the souls of mortals were ridden with sorrow. Valentine felt weak and lost in this world, what was a God without power? [Xiao] The seemingly young person walked along the sidewalk, their long hair tied up in a ponytail. They'd been living their life as a human being would despite the fact they weren't human at all. Xiao's origins were a little complicated and they knew they could never feel or be close to another being after what had happened to them. |
Prince of Amethyst #60184 |
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Posted 2022-05-06 07:01:30 (edited)
*Skittered out of an alley near Xiao growling at the guy who chased him out the alley which is his current home or it was his home now he had to find somewhere to stay he huffed and stood there trying to think of what to do next after all he also needed food wondering if he could find some wandering soul nearby* |
Fierce #63112 |
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Posted 2022-05-07 03:11:08
The half-angel kicked at the rocks in front of them, hissing an angry curse aimed at the world around her. "Could've died you know that? Thanks dad, for wings that disappear halfway through trying to fly!" She half shouted, not wanting to be too loud in case there was someone sulking around the area. She'd checked earlier... but you never know. Cussing out the general angel species before tugging on her warm jumper, Farren stalked away from her practice. She wanted food. Home was the best place to get it but maybe she'd find something along the way. |
 𓆏phrog-phrass dealer™𓆏 #15316 |
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Posted 2022-05-07 13:05:03
Today, however, judgment would be passed with Bly's soft remarks and hushed considerations. The taller of the co-workers, a male figure with dark brown or chestnut-like hair pulled into a short ponytail or sometimes a bun. He had hazel eyes and dimples whenever he would smile at the other coworker, his dimples also tended to make an appearance when he would playfully lie. As for the smaller of the two, also a male figure, he had curly black hair with green frosted tips and midnight brown eyes. The duo wore matching outfits today, hoodies that had different colored arms and a large pocket in the middle. The shorter had black ripped jeans with the hoodie, while the taller had dark navy jeans and the hoodie as well. Often they would playfully bump into one another whilst working behind the counter. The short one would make different drinks and the taller would work the machine on the counter next to the large glass case that held pastries freshly made the night before or during the hours of the day. Nothing stayed too long in the case, always being swapped with another of its kind or with something new. The drinks though, they always filled the room with the sweetest scent in the mornings, something so close to chocolate and yet completely different. Some mornings it smelt of tea, often black or green, other mornings the smells of cookies in the oven or of breaded pastries filled the room. Bly, realizing they had gotten lost in their recollections of the morning, went back to focusing on the outfits and things of the present. The small one, still in their pair's hoodie as it was a bit too large for them and the other had one that was too small, began making two drinks. It was an artwork for them as they could draw little images on the tops of their almost chocolate scented drink. As for the other drink, assumed to be green tea for the tall one, they made sure to put as much as possible in the cup. They always tended to do this because it made the tall one give a playfully frustrated response as they would attempt not to spill their drink. The small one leaned against the back counter while the tall one leaned against the front, near his machine. Small talk and banter filled the quiet room, as well as the soft hum of the drink maker behind the small one. The doors to the sweet bakery would open soon, maybe ten to thirty minutes from now, so for a while Bly would just listen and watch the two as they joked and messed with one another. As they did this, Bly rolled onto their back, hanging their head off the side of the lofted wall, their wings meshed together and squished against the wooden panels that made the flooring of the attic creak. A soft sigh leaves them as they watch the two with an unspoken smile. Such a cute pair they would be, if not to assume a forcing standpoint. I would hope never to force such a thing on the innocent bliss the two live within. |
nanatheknight #51297 |
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Posted 2022-05-07 21:42:32
He somewhat stumbled into a shop of some kind, he hadn't taken a good look at what it was from the outside but sweet smells wafted around him as soon as he entered. It brought a sense of familiarity to him, something that was ancient history for mere mortals. His mismatched eyes scanned the room, there were two individuals working behind the counter in harmony but something in the back of Valentine's head was telling him that there was more here than meets the eye. [Xiao] Up ahead there was the sound of commotion which drew Xiao's attention. Their expression and demeanour stayed in its almost permanently stuck away of a hollow smile and a calm aura. They watched the being come out from where they were hidden within an alleyway. They hadn't decided if they should get involved or not. |
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Posted 2022-05-07 21:56:23 (edited)
*His wings slightly curled and he growled to himself looking across the street before turning looking straight at xiao he stood there and didn't move not sure what to do* |
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Posted 2022-05-12 19:57:21 (edited)
Bly, examining the tall cotton candy man, sits up properly and stares intently. They sat on their knees with their hands holding the edges of some beams which upheld the ceiling. There was always something about a new customer that made the workers act funny, these two especially. Almost as though there were some inside joke or odd form of edict that made them a bit more cheery towards the people and a bit more open. Though, for the regulars, there was always an open and extra kindness delivered to them. |
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