evlynia

[evlynia]

          iohai;; —-       

                                  ❝—- medicine made from ‘ghost’s vomit’.❞

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[evlynia]

   she munches down contently on another grape --       thank the gods they're seedless -- & allows the juice       to run through her mouth & down her throat. the quality       & flavor of these are just making her feel giddier, more       inclined to agree with what nadia's suggesting.

   that's exactly what she does. she wants to cause some       trouble too.

           ❝--- yeah, i think the princess would be               willing to join in the wicked plan. she's               always wanted to see if both sides'll                                        actually team up together.❞

Nadia brightened up the second she heard the idea.

"Well that’s a good idea you had there…" As if one of Nadia’s favorite things wasn’t pranking guys. Her mind started working, it didn’t take much to wake evil instincts in the young Upir. She didn’t strive to play as a princess like Evlyna since she already lived a life full of the commodities of one. All she wanted was to have fun.

She nudged Evlyna lightly with a shoulder.

"Any chance the princess would join the wicked plan?"

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[evlynia]

   she pulls her cloak tighter around herself. covered       by it is the very thing the shaman had given her,       the second day she'd been at the site. it's warm,       & though it reminds her of some of those worst       moments, it gives her enough warmth to make it       to the edge of the waterfall.

   she catches herself staring down the sharp incline,       eyes glazed. she's trying to steel her courage, force       herself to take that final step that will end her life &       hopefully bring herself closer to erik.

   erik, erik -- it hurts her heart to even think of his       name. the tears well, unstoppable, in her eyes,       & she shakes her head with enough force to fell       a tree. in her mind's eye, she still sees the horrific       image of greg-ash bashing his skull into the ground.       the way it had looked when he'd finally stopped,       when she'd finally reached him. it was too late: too       late for him, because murtagh hadn't stopped him.       & bjorn --

   & then comes that horrible voice. she'd recognize       it anywhere after all this. she's glaring down the       waterfall, unwilling to look back.

   -- not until his voice is suddenly cut from his throat.       she's so close to the edge, but she chances a glance       back to see what's stopped him from forcing her       right on over -- because she's so close to doing it,       even now.

   when she finally registers the other man, she can       do nothing but stare. the way he's acting, she can       tell he's just as frightened as she is, though not       nearly close enough to taking his own life. the       urge is still tempting: she wants to end herself,       to get away from the entire world in hopes of       finding erik -- however the hell she'll manage to       do that.

   but she doesn't. instead, she defies her wishes       & steps away, taking slow, deliberate steps in       his direction. can she trust him? she can remember       his face, vaguely, & it reminds her too much of       murtagh's group. she'd spotted him in there       several times, though she'd never talked to him       before.

   still quiet, evelyn takes a few more steps towards         him, eyes red-rimmed & tears escaping unbidden       from her eyes to join in the cloth that she's got       covering her mouth. they're both murders, but       he's got the good reason. he's ended greg-ash,       whom she so violently hates.

Closed | Leo&Lyn | The Hunt Gone Ary

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Leo had joined this game to have some fun, to get away for a while. But it turned out he’d picked the wrong crowd. As one of Shaman Murtagh’s men he sought to explore the darker side of his personality. Plus, being a villain could be that fun he was looking to have. He’d watched for the past couple days as she flirted with Murtagh and his men, using her feminine wiles to her advantage.

But when her boyfriend from the real world had shown up, that had been the end of the game. From that point on, things got out of hand and seemed to only get worse and worse.

Flash forward to Greg’s breaking point. Leo watched as they gave her a real knife and she stabbed Argyle. Leo’s head was spinning as they ran around hurting people. He’d started fighting back, his main goal to protect the others who weren’t expecting a real attack. He beat several men trying to stop them from doing the same to innocent bystanders. Everything was a mess after her boyfriend got killed. He followed her the best he could in the shadows, should any of Murtagh’s men—though they now seemed to follow Greg—go after her.

It seemed the right decision as he saw he edge her way to a waterfall with a high ledge. He saw Greg coming from behind her but Leo already knew what he had to do. He moved back so that he came up behind his once friend. Greg was holding a knife and Leo wasn’t taking chances. As Greg called to her egging her on Leo came up behind him and shoved his own blade in Greg’s gut. Blood spilling onto his hands, Leo let Greg fall and took a step closer to her.

"Please, don’t jump, I’m not going to hurt you." He called out to her as Greg laughed, coughing up blood on the rocks. Leo tucked his knife into a sheath normally used for a fake weapon at his side. He did his best to wipe the blood off of his hands before holding them up to show her he meant no harm.

"L-lyn? That’s your real name right?" Leo faltered as he turned back to see Greg now dead on the ground. He fell to his knees and hung his head. What was his life now? He’d just killed someone. "I promise, I’m just trying to help." He said quietly in defeat just sitting there on the wet ground. He couldn’t even look at her, he was scared to.

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→☠Dark surrealism and skull images here.☠←

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   she raises her eyebrows, & for a moment she's       looking around at his entirely group, weighing       each & every one of them. they all look like pretty       tough people, & she's not exactly the toughest       girl out there.

   but she'll tough it out. smiling faintly, she turns to       face them, leaning an elbow on the table.

          ❝--- if that's okay with everyone else.              i have some jokes, but i can't promise                                                    you'll like them. ❞

                              He could hear his friends muttering and grumbling,                               but he kept the same smile on his visage while                               keeping his gaze affixed on her. Edward had an idea                               brewing in his mind, and he had a feeling his mates                               wouldn’t agree. But the hell with them, he didn’t care.

                    （ ⚓ ）— “Care t’ join us then? Perhaps you                                       have jokes of yer own?”

[evlynia]

   her eyes follow the bird as it flies away from the       woman, & she's caught wondering whether it       belongs to the woman or not. it probably does,       even if it looks like a simple wild one.

   her gaze returns to the woman.

          ❝--- i think i'd be able to find my way              back, so i don't think i'm lost. just                                                         wandering.❞

well, that’s that. velia is not (unfortunately) above social mores.     she offers out a nod, and a strand of hair hits the bird, bringing     it to caw once more, irritably, and flap away. bastard. as if he     didn’t know who had his dinner.  

   ”lost?”

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   she draws in a breath, genuinely surprised that this       woman hasn't just turned her back on her & begun       to ignore her yet. most do, when they realize how       off she seems to be. she doesn't try to be off -- it       just happens, sometimes.

          ❝--- yeah, i'm fine. i just like looking at              people most of the time. gives me                                                  something to do.❞

     A soft smile grazes Tegan’s lips, then. Admittedly being so closely      o b s e r v e d  feels peculiar, but the girl’s overall demeanor makes      it evident she means nothing by it             especially no harm. Now      she can’t  help but  regret the  brusqueness of  her own  response.

                  “Don’t worry about it. Are you all right?”

[evlynia]

          ❝--- yeah, i feel you. i don't really know             many people either. of course, i really             don't bother to get out as often as other                                                                people do.❞

   she prefers to stay indoors & play around in her own       mind & in her own apartment. the contents of her       mind seem a lot more interesting than most people.

The siren continues to smile at the other woman. “Same goes for me,” she replies, glancing down at her feet for a moment. “Except I only know a few people, so when I go out it’s mainly errands or something. I need to find more pastimes other than cooking.”

[evlynia]

          ❝--- you're right: there are others that             would feel differently. but between you             & me, i'm perfectly with someone else                                                                     here.❞

   she's perfect fine for as long as she wants to hang       around this woman, although something about her       gives off that comfortable air that she finds herself       drawn to.

          ❝--- how'd you get here? where were                                                            you going?❞

"Are you certain?" Alsoomse inquires. She had never been desirous as to encroach upon others intentionally. Regardless of what this woman assured her she still felt as if she was maliciously intruding. "Surely there are others who would feel differently."

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          ❝--- maybe, once you're here for a little                   while, you can be a silly screaming elf. ❞

   she's joking, of course -- something about this place       brings her higher spirits out of her. she loves pretending       to be something she's really not; this way, she can       just forget about the life she's led thus far & concentrate       on something just enjoys a lot more: being dressed       up in the comfortable fabric & going around teasing       all the others in the village.

   she pops another grape into her mouth, watching the       other girl for a little while longer. an idea is forming in        her mind. it's rough, but it's an idea. she lifts a shoulder       casually.

          ❝--- maybe you can rebel or something.             that'd be fun. give bjorn & argyle a little scare. ❞

"Well I could do with being royalty too." Nadia sat next to the princess and took a small handful of the grapes. She started chewing distractedly. All she didn’t want to do was to clean after a bunch of dirty old nerds.

The young Upir thought she’d be hunting rabbits and beating up guys with rubber swords, not moving around buckets of water and getting spanked in the ass every time she walked next to another drunken fool. Maybe they all knew she was a Godfrey, maybe they all knew she wasn’t used to actually working and that’s why they put her here.

"If I get spit on one more time I’m asking to get changed. I rather be a silly screaming elf than a fucking maid.”

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          ❝--- uh huh.❞

   that's not her final answer. she's actually just enjoying       the taste of the grapes in the mouth right now. she       turns the tiny, grape-abundant branch in her fingers       as she watches the newcomer. with a twist of her lips,       the decorum she has over herself is cast off. for the       moment, she's evelyn.

          ❝--- they call me princess. so no, i don't              have to do this stuff. it could be because                                                                 you're new.❞

   she lifts a shoulder & holds her little snack out to the       young woman.

          ❝--- you want one?❞

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"This is disgusting." Nadia muttered before scraping the spit off her skirt with one of the wooden plates she was carrying. “Do you guys really need to act medieval?” She gave the viking who spit on her a slight slap on the back of the head before continuing her way to the kitchen.

She dumped the dirty dishes in the sink and snorted, noticing the other girl sitting casually on a table eating a bowl of grapes.

"Did you ever have to do this crap for them? I wanna know because if they’re just doing this to me because I’m new then I understand.”