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Silas was quiet for a moment, then he shook his head gently. "No...no, I shouldn't have asked a complete stranger about this." He stood up, holding the jacket and sewing materials over his right arm.

"Still, I thank you for your insight. What insight you had to give." As he was about to turn to leave, he glanced back at the girl. "Shouldn't you be heading home now? It is dangerous at night." The sun had nearly set.

How strange. In a weird way, it felt akin to looking in a mirror glancing at herself or the reflections in the waters, with how he was speaking about feelings and how he was handling having a 'friendship' with this person. It seemed most of everyone already knew how to handle such things, so to find one like her. Was this.. Comfort to know she isn't alone?

Mira moves her gazes from the sky above, returning his look before she's looking towards her hands in her lap.

"I wish I had the answers you sought, yet, I feel I am the wrong one to ask about such things. I do not understand friendships well myself.. Until my arrival here, I did not really have any, and there are some to have claimed me a friend, even if I fail to understand the reasoning for it. I am sorry I could not be of more help."

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😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse (cuz he's a STINKER!!!)

Emoji Starters | Not Accepting

@blightsbite

Silas glanced over when Vanth suddenly popped out. He was pulling some ridiculous face , thinking it would scare the vampire. How utterly foolish! Silas didn’t budge an inch, for he knew that Vanth had been sneaking around for sometime.

After Vanth popped out, Silas turned and reached over, wrapping his arm around the other’s waist , then he leaned in. “It’s not wise to sneak up on a vampire you know. I’ve told you this before. I might just…bite you on instinct.”

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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"Hah.."

Noticing that he still was loosely holding onto strands of Vanth's hair, he released them, and adjusted his own blouse. Under the red-eye'd gaze of the other, he found himself tongue twisted. The words and phrases were floating around in his head, to be certain, he just couldn't let them out.

"There's much more to say." He replied, removing his other hand from Vanth's shoulder. "I just...I don't enjoy the idea of you throwing yourself into harm's way on a consistent basis. You may be able to heal yourself, but physical harm , despite it healing, can leave lasting wounds."

If one read between the line's, they'd could garner more from Silas's statement than what he said at face value."

A sigh. Vanth knows Silas is correct, as he often is the voice of reason. It is the driving force behind this sigh—a surrender to the other man's logic, unable to find a fault in it himself. ❝ Guess that's why your hair looks so good, ❞ he mutters with consideration. The frown on his lips pulls deeper as Silas continues after setting down the brush, with Vanth already prepared for a lecture. It's not undeserved—he has been waiting for it since he and Sebastian brought him home. The air between them sits thickened by words unsaid. Yet no reprimanding comes. Instead, Silas agrees with him. And Vanth can't help but turn as his hand rests reassuringly on his shoulder, meeting those eyes that remind him so much of his own. ❝ You've forgiven me… just like that? ❞ It is a concept he struggles with—forgiveness. The people here give it to him so readily that Vanth seldom knows what to do with it. Faced with it again, he quiets, lowering his gaze in solemn thanks. Then it lifts again, still sensing more.

❝ But... I kinda feel like that's not all you wanna say. Is it? ❞

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@occultacarne @divinedevourer

Silas glanced back at Sebastian, but he expression was one of concern. Then he glanced at Vanth before looking back at Sebastian once more. "...Are you certain? Do you know where you'll transport us to, or even how far? What if your magic gives up half-way through? I know you haven't recovered nearly enough..." He gestured towards the demon lord. His questioning didn't stem from doubt, but logic and concern.

Just then, he felt something. Something returning to him. It was undoubtedly the magic that had been lost to him since arriving in this city. Was it a coincidence?

From inside the room, Sebastian could hear the banging and the unhinging that was beginning to happen. He was awake. HE had been awake when that loud siren from earlier had blared. Those creatures were piling up against the door, blocking the exit.

"You will have to teleport us out," he answers as he opens the door. He's dressed, though only half, chest exposed. He's certainly been in a mild rush, but regardless, he looks at both Silas and Vanth.

"There is no way out. Grab ahold of me." He had no doubt that even in his slightly weakened state, he'd be able to transport them elsewhere. They'll end up being sitting geese, and Sebastian isn't about to have himself or any of these two die.

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Silas and Vanth’s reunion had been unfortunately disturbed by a terrible racket at the door. Silas was the first to check one of the windows, only to see some kind of shambling zombie trying to claw its way into their home. 'A witch must have lost their familiar.’ He commented with annoyance, and surprisingly he didn’t take it as much of a threat at first. Not until more of them showed up ..

He glanced back at Vanth, looking quite serious. “I’ll wake Lord Sebastian. Don’t open the door or try to open a window."

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@sanguinedevotion @divinedevourer

It was only just a moment after he had woken, brought Vanth back as promised, that the world had fallen into some sort of chaos. He's grateful that he got to his Dove before anything, and he's even more grateful that he was able to return to Silas before anything.

While he was still not fully recovered and the phantom pain of what had transpired a few days ago still lingered, Silas was in no way ready for combat. Not as he was now.

It was his job to make sure his progeny and his devotee were both safe from harm's way.

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"That may be, but you should still show it care." There was a reason Silas's hair looked as good as it did. However, that wasn't the point he was trying to make. His expression was one of frustration, but when Vanth addressed him quietly, that expression changed. "...Hm? Oh..."

He set the brush down, still holding some strands of Vanth's hair in his hands. "Well...you shouldn't have gone." He was prepared to start lecturing, but as he looked down at the slumped figure before him, he just couldn't.

"....Although, I probably would've done the same thing. I wanted to." He paused, then put his hand on Vanth's shoulder. That was the vampire's way of letting Vanth know he'd been forgiven.

"You needn't dwell on it."

The slight kick of his legs stops as he wills them still, though their muscles continue to burn for motion. It's much like their first talk—Silas tending to him, himself fidgety—only Vanth is in better shape. After all, he's had time to heal. ❝ You could just cut them out, ❞ he suggests nonchalantly. ❝ Hair's hair. It'll grow back. ❞ The choppy ends on top make more sense, implying a similar kind of uncaring. It's only hair. It'll grow back. They're just bones. Yophiel will mend them. Saving the strands by painstakingly undoing them one by one seems like a waste of one's time. Doesn't it? Vanth becomes silent. One of his ankles tries to sway. ❝ Hey, Sil... ❞

❝ I'm sorry. You know... for not coming back. ❞

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Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall - Simon & Garfunkel

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@divinedevourer

It seemed like everything had finally settled down. Vanth had been returned home, and Sebastian was recovering from his own death. Now, Silas and Vanth finally had a moment together. Not that the vampire knew what they were going to discuss.

Admittedly, Silas had things to say, but was unsure of how to speak them outloud. So instead, he put his focus into his chores and doting on Vanth's well-being first. "Sit still. You have knots in your hair. Squirming will only make it hurt."

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Silas recognized that it would take a bit more time for Sebastian to fully rise from his slumber. However, he was conscious enough to communicate it seemed. "My lord, I'd advise against you going back to sleep. I'm sure you're tired, but ...it wouldn't be wise to fall unconscious again. Not in your state."

He placed his hand over Sebastian's for a moment, then he winced as he moved himself off to the bed to stand up. "I'll prepare you something to eat, please try to sit up." He would have offered his own blood for Sebastian to feast on, but he was also in his own weakened state. It would have been a foolish idea.

So, he quickly left the room, and a few minutes later, he returned with a meal on a tray. Raw meat, a wine glass of blood, and ...a plain glass of water. Nothing fancy for a demon lord that needed the energy to recover.

Cold. Silas was cold against the stark contrast of Sebastian's warmth. Welcoming, really. He's glad to finally be awake, because---, "Hm," he breathes out. his time unconscious had been the worst. Unwanted memories swarmed within.

Sebastian looks at Silas. Red eyes had a mixture of gold in them before fully shifting into gold hues.

"There you are," He whispers. Silas has been here for as long as he had been unconscious hasn't he?

He places a hand against Silas' and closes his eyes once more. Inhales softly, then exhales.

He's hungry.

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Silas was laying by Sebastian as he stirred; curled up into his side. However, when the demon lord began to wake, he immediately sat up, and moved forward to get a better look at the other's face.

"My lord...I'm here..!" He reached over and placed his hand gently on Sebastian's cheek. "I'm right here."

Sebastian is beginning to wake up. Long lashes tickle his skin when his eyes flutter open.

"Silas...where are you?" his voice is just barely above a whisper. Considering he hasn't been using it for a few days, it's mildly dry.

Morpheus is now by his side. Appearing when Sebastian's consciousness finally returned.

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Random Silas Journal Entries - Not organized by dates of events. Some events occur outside of Spirale in the past.

Loathing- "I hate him. The way he clings onto lord Sebastian. How I must pick up after him. The way he looks at me with a mischievous grin. If I had the power to pluck out his teeth, I'd do it on the spot.

However, I cannot. I must do as I am bid by lord Sebastian. I am meant to treat him as an honored member of this household. Well, just because I am meant to treat him professionally, doesn't mean I need to enjoy it. Regardless, I won't need to tolerate him for too long.

He is mortal after all."

Chores and Duties - "He doesn't take care of himself. I have had to sew up his jacket and shirts no less than 4 times this week alone. His hair looks unkempt and terribly ungroomed. I forced him to sit down so I could improve his appearance.

I could see the irritation in his face, but much to my surprise, he complied without much of a struggle."

Friends - "They looked at me with admiration almost. Completely unaware of how indifferent I was to their existence. I pushed them off the bridge during our walk, just to see if I'd feel anything when they hit the ground I didn't.

I suppose they thought we were friends. Like most of them do. The look of betrayal on their face as they fell will be burned into my memory."

Reflection - "I have over two centuries worth of entries collected through various journals now. I am 209 years old as of writing this current entry. I look back on the other entries I've wrote, and I can hardly remember writing any of them. I hardly remember the events themselves either. I feel disconnected from the person I use to be.

Now I wonder. Will I keep changing until I'm completely unrecognizable?"

Same - "I was prepared to loathe him for the rest of his mortal life, but something has changed. I see myself in his eyes. I wish I hadn't, but once I made the connection, I couldn't unmake it. I can't stand it.

I showed him empathy for the sake of lord Sebastian, and there was a connection made. Like it had been there all along. I can't get his expressions out of my head. It's as if, I genuinely enjoyed our conversation.

I need to speak to him more? Do I? I want to?"

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Vanth was gone, and Silas hadn't heard a word from him in one full day. Despite his worry and anxiety over the other, he had stayed by Sebastian's side when he reappeared in his bed.

However, Silas was weak. Weaker than before. Sebastian and his connection had been severed in such a harsh and sudden way, it effected him, and would leave lasting scars. Although, despite his pain. He winced through it all as he care for his unconscious demon lord.

"Please..." He uttered, placing a cool rag on Sebastian's forehead. "Wake soon." Then he reached down and intertwined his finger's with the other. "We need you to wake up." Then he grimaced in pain as he crawled into bed with the unconscious Sebastian and curled up into his side. "And...I'm sorry. For being weak." He reached up and placed his hand on Sebastian's cheek, then closed his eyes.

"...but I suppose...it's not all bad...I feel as though...my heart has grown."

Sebastian is resting on his bed. Well, more like he's unconscious still. However, there seems to be a small movement in his fingertips.

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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Silas was at home with Vanth. Preparing a meal for the two of them to share. The vessel had kept pestering him. Despite that pestering though, the vampire prepared the meal with a hidden smile on his face. All seem rather peaceful, until Silas suddenly dropped the knife he'd been using, and started to clutch his chest.

It was like a large weight had been dropped onto it. Then he let out a gasp of air, and all went quiet...until Silas glanced over at Vanth and uttered.

"It's lord Sebastian....he's....gone? He's...gone. I can feel it."

Oh god, the pain. It was nearly unbearable. However, Silas still tried to prevent Vanth from running out the door.

"You can't."

"You won't survive."

"I can't let the only other person I care about get smited by holy fire!"

In the end, even if his words were heard, they weren't heeded.

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"Then...you'll leave me be, right?"

"You're not going to follow me home or something, right?"

Juliyah folds his arms over his broad chest and tilts his head. "Never claimed that I have you figured out. Just know what you smell like. Like a demon or something undead. I don't know you and I really don't care to know your situation either." Was that a little too cold?

Maybe, but the last thing he needed was to feel bad for anyone.

"Anyway, there's nothing more to it than that. Hence why I said don't worry about it."

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"...I shouldn't feel like this." Silas replied, not to argue with the girl, but more as a statement of disbelief towards himself. "I even feel a pain in my chest when I see him occasionally. It's not every time, but it's enough to annoy me. Certainly that isn't normal." He closed his eyes and tinted his brow, now looking a bit irritated.

"Well...it's true that I feel pleasant whenever we're around one another...but...even so...it also feels me with ....worry. I worry for him?" He glanced back down at the girl.

"Is that how friendship is suppose to make me feel?"

It makes her wonder who this 'him' is, that seems to be plaguing the one before her, but, given how he's speaking she gets the feeling he wouldn't appreciate her digging possibly.

"…I don't think it is. There is nothing wrong with feeling it. This city seems to have a strange way of bringing people together, even the ones who would never be part of one's world to begin with."

Mira pauses for a moment, before casting a glance towards the night sky above them.

"What matters is what you wish to do with it in the end, as it's your bond to continue with or not. Does knowing him and interacting with him bring you joy?"