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cryxmercy · 4 years ago

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This Year’s Love {Flashback}

When: A couple of weeks ago, immediately following Arthur’s Birbday chatzy. Where: Arthur’s house Who: Mercy & Arthur @arthurjdrake

TW: none

This year's love had better last Heaven knows it's high time I've been waiting on my own too long

****** The water was warm against Mercy’s hands as she stood at the kitchen sink, rinsing and drying the last of the plates and wine glasses from Arthur’s party. Her own glass was still in use - it sat half-full beside the sink - and Mercy herself was just a little bit (see: a good bit) wine drunk. The guests were gone for the night, Mercy declining any offers of help when it came to cleaning up. Evelyn had done the majority of everything else, so Mercy could do this. And she certainly wasn’t going to ask Arthur to do it. It was his party after all. And it had been a good one, if Mercy said so herself. Arthur had looked happy. He had even seemed to relax a bit, and she’d seen him smile and laugh more over the course of the evening than she had in awhile. She smiled to herself. It was a good night.

So Mercy hummed along to the music that still played softly in the background, her dress swaying slowly against her knees as she moved absently in time to the slow, melodic strains. A few solitary blossoms had found their way into her hair over the course of the evening, and she’d lost her shoes somewhere along the way, but she couldn’t be bothered to find them. She liked being barefoot.

She liked being here. With Arthur. It felt good. It felt… like coming home.

Leah had suggested he wait to open his gifts until after other guests had left and Arthur had tucked them away until that was the case. He’d fawned over the large book on libraries of the world sitting on the floor looking at the images before being entirely taken by the phoenix print she’d had done for him. It was beautiful and he wanted to get it framed. Maybe have it put in his office.

Eventually, Arthur folded the book shut and placed it on the coffee table. Fully intending on getting started on reading it later. But he was curious as to where Mercy had gotten to. He hadn’t seen her since the last person left, explaining why he gathered his wine glass and wandered in the direction of the musical refrains. He leaned his shoulder on the door jam, watching as Mercy swayed back and forth. His head tilted to rest lazily on the wood, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as he looked at her. In the fashion of the woman that was her namesake, Freyja, goddess of love, beauty, war, gold and magic she was beautiful and bewitching. And Arthur? Well, it was easy enough to say he was utterly entranced.

“You do know we have a dishwasher,” he eventually spoke up, though not loud enough to interrupt the music or her focus.

Mercy had slipped off earlier, saying her own goodnights and thank yous to the departing guests before giving Arthur time to do the same. And to become absorbed in looking over his gifts while she straightened up. She was almost done by the time he joined her, but she didn’t realize he was there until he spoke. When he did, Mercy smiled softly. “I know…” She dried the last of the glasses - still humming quietly - and then her hands before calling the task complete. Snagging her wine, she turned to lean lazily against the counter, raising the glass slowly to her lips as she gazed across the kitchen at him. He cut quite the figure, she thought. His tall, lean frame backlit by the soft light from the hall, long fingers gripping his wine glass with casual elegance. An almost smile playing around the corners of his mouth. But it was the way he looked at her - familiar blue-grey eyes the color of faraway storms brewing over the ocean - that made something in her chest flutter softly.

Maybe it was the wine, or the warmth of the evening. Maybe it was the music, or the lingering happiness from the party. Whatever it was, for once, Mercy didn’t push it away. Instead, she took a step towards it. Along with a step towards Arthur. Her own expression was soft, cheeks flushed with the same hint of pink as some of the flowers tucked into her riotous hair. “What we don’t have…” Mercy slowly drained her glass before setting it aside. “... is a birthday dance. Unless you’ve had too much wine to keep up...” she teased, though there was a hint of gentle uncertainty in her words even as she held out her hand.

For a while Arthur was content in his silence, happy to simply stand by and observe lost in his thoughts and memories of today and times past that they had shared like this. But the messages he’d received from Deirdre lingered in the back of his mind, was Mercy really so unhappy here that she’d taken to letting out her frustrations to people she barely knew? Or maybe she did know them… She had been in town a lot longer than Arthur had, maybe she valued this Deirdre as a highly viewed confidant that Arthur was not privy to.

Today had been enjoyable, and for a while Arthur had forgotten about everything that had been playing on his mind. But standing there a part of him couldn’t help but yearn for more. Questioned what would really be so bad? As always his friends had gone above and beyond. But he pushed those thoughts away, not wanting to ruin a lovely day with uncertain sentiments especially as she stepped towards him. His temple remained resting against the door frame a smile growing as she neared. “You’re right.” He finished the final sip of his own wine, pushing with his shoulder off the doorframe and slowly closed the distance between them. “I might’ve…” he admitted but the smile remained as he offered both hands out and wiggled his fingers “wanna test me?”

Mercy had found herself becoming lost in her thoughts a few times throughout the evening. As a result she’s been more quiet than usual, but still utterly content to watch Arthur enjoy the party and his friends. More than anyone, he deserved peace and happiness. And more than anything, Mercy wanted to help him find it. Even if Mercy herself never did. That didn’t mean she was unhappy; gods no. Mercy felt happier than she had been in centuries. It was just… was wanting more really all that bad? Was she selfish for it? For being unable to not feel the way she did? The way she’d always felt? Because how many years did they have left together in this lifetime? Forty? Fifty if they were extremely lucky and nothing terrible happened? Again.

Mercy had meant what she said to Deirdre about not wasting the time you were given. That it would never be enough. But saying and doing were entirely different things. Mercy had no idea that Deirdre had said anything to Arthur about their online conversation. Especially in regards to… certain subjects. If she had… Mercy wouldn’t have been very happy with the other woman. Especially if she’d gone and put ideas in Arthur’s head. Ideas that made him doubt certain things. Doubt her. Besides, Mercy frustrations weren’t from unhappiness. Her frustrations had grown partly from being so uncertain. So unsure of where things stood after everything that had happened. And not wanting to humiliate herself by assuming. Or worse, asking.

But most of those thoughts weren’t able to penetrate the wine drunk happiness of Mercy’s current mood. Her smile grew too, lazy and crooked, as Arthur waggled his fingers at her. Mercy took his hands, giving him a small pull towards her. “Always,” she said, letting her head fall back so she could look up at him. Gods he was so tall... “Good thing one of us is perfectly sober…”

Arthur wasn’t going to let himself get carried away with those thoughts. Not right now. Not today. Mercy had gone above and beyond so there was no point getting caught up on anything other than the here and now. So he swayed a little as she took his hands in her own but held them firm, an anchoring point to focus on even as the rest of the room tilted a little on its axis. He wasn’t sure how much wine he’d gotten through but it was enough that he was feeling lazy and relaxed.

“Pah” he snorted as she pulled him closer stepping slowly along to the music that drifted out of the speaker. “Mm, yes- me.” His grin was playful as he took her hand and raised it over her head to encourage a twirl before pulling her in gently once more as they stepped in lazy circles around the kitchen. “Because I’m very sabre… sober right now.”

Moments like this didn’t happen all that often. Not in Mercy’s experience. Moments to just… be. To not worry about the past or the future or any thousands of other things that may or may not happen. It was hard when you’d lived as long as Mercy - year after year, century after century… with survival the only thing between moving on and looking back - to slow down and just… live. She wasn’t sure she remembered how.

But tonight had come close. So Mercy laughed as Arhur spun her around, twirling effortlessly (except for a slightly drunken tilt) on her toes before moving close again. “You… are very drunk…” she grinned lazily as they swayed. “But I think I might be too.” Enough wine had disappeared from her glass over the course of the night that Mercy felt quite the same as Arthur: lazy and relaxed. The music played softly in the background, and after another small spin with drunken tilt, Mercy found the pleasant warmth of skin beneath her fingers as she steaded herself with a soft, lazy laugh. Her thumb brushed the nape of his neck as they started to sway again.

A quiet giggle escaped Arthur as she spun, and he gripped her hand to stop her from tilting too much off kilter “woahhh,” setting her to rights he grinned the act softening the lines of his features. Years that were starting to make themselves known in the creases around his eyes or the grey that was starting to dash his temples. But there was no helping the affection that bled into his expression when he looked at her. “No I’m not silly,” he giggled again, leaning in and resting his temple against her own.

It was a lazy pattern they wove around the kitchen, and Mercy was very warm. It drew Arthur in and he nuzzled affectionately against the flyaway strands of her flower braided hair. His hands wrapped around her waist, eyes closing as he settled into the warmth of her presence. “You happy?” it was an important question to ask. And one he needed to know the answer to.

“‘M’okay…” Mercy laughed as the world tilted a bit before Arthur steadied her. Her own broad smile softened as she looked at him again. Saw so many of her own feelings reflected across his face. A face that was more dear to Mercy than anything in this world or any other. Though where Arthur had started to show the first signs of growing older - gracefully, as always - Mercy remained as she had always been. And would always be. Unchanging and eternal.

She laughed quietly as he defended his sobriety. “Whatever you say.” Mercy’s own eyes closed as he rested his temple against hers, and she let her arms slip lazily around his neck as they circled absently to the music. He was so very very warm, and so very very close. Her fingers stroked soft patterns along the back of his neck, occasionally finding the wispy ends of his hair in their idle travels. Her heart might have beat just a bit faster as he nuzzled against her, or as the warm, gentle weight of his hands circled her waist. Mercy might even have made a small, soft sound of approval.

When Arthur asked his question, Mercy slowly opened her eyes, but otherwise stayed just as she was. Still pressed close, still swaying in lazy circles, still unable to control the rising beat of her heart or the flush of her skin. Idly, she wondered why he was asking. Did she seem unhappy? Had she done something or said something that made him think she was? It was a simple question, so a simple answer seemed best.

Mercy closed her eyes again, and tipped her cheek against his. “I’m with you.” As if that should explain that yes, of course she was happy. Another moment passed, Mercy holding Arthur just a bit tighter.

“Are you? Happy?”

“I say… M’not as think as you drunk I am.” How many times had that line been used over the centuries? Far too many. But it was true, and Arthur settled feeling a sense of contentment as they step-stepped around the center island of the kitchen. It was a haphazard pattern but that was often the way of things with them. It always had been. They were the counterbalance to each other’s lives. Mercy made Arthur opt for more chaotic choices in life whether Arthur brought some semblance of order to her decision making. They made each other better.

Even if they hadn’t properly talked about things. The kiss, the memories, her moving in. Or anything else. Not in detail. But at some point they would have to breach that conversation. Approach things and make a choice to decide whether they were on the same page of things, wanted the same things. But it didn’t make the notion any less terrifying. And if Arthur was being honest with himself he was afraid. No matter how many people told him it was silly. He couldn’t help the feeling.

Arthur wasn’t sure what to make of her answer, but surely if she wasn’t happy wouldn’t she have said so? It was a bit of a non-answer that left him stewing in thought until she returned the question and Arthur answered without needing to think about it. “Yes. I’ve never been happier in my entire life.”

Mercy laughed quietly before becoming completely absorbed in the slow sway of their gently erratic steps, and Arthur’s familiar warmth. The feeling that settled over her was one she’d not felt in almost two hundred years. It eased over her, soft and welcoming, and Mercy didn’t try to stop it. If she were honest, she didn’t want to. She wanted to let it consume her. Consume her and burn away the armor she’d surrounded herself with over the last two centuries.

Though as much as she wanted it gone, without her armor, Mercy was vulnerable.

And that terrified her more than anything she’d ever faced.

But being here with Arthur, and slowly starting to find their rhythm again… despite everything that had happened, everything that she also knew they needed to talk about, past and present.... Mercy was starting to feel that armor loosen. No matter how hard she tried to hold it together, to pull the pieces back around herself with whatever excuse she thought made sense, Arthur always found his way between the cracks. Mercy wondered if he knew just how many fingerprints he’d left behind over the centuries.

On so much more than just her carefully constructed defenses.

So when he answered with such absolute surety, Mercy let out a small breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. She was probably the only other person in the world who knew the weight his statement carried. Gods, but when had her heart started to beat so fast? For a moment there was only the gentle strains of the music in the background, and the soft shifting of their feet against the floor. Mercy’s fingers drifted to dance lightly over Arthur’s jaw. “Me either,” she breathed, eyes still closed as they danced in a small, ever-slowing circle.

The lazy haze of booze and happiness of simply sharing some time with friends was enough to put Arthur in a good frame of mind. One that didn’t want to worry about the dangers of the outside world, not when he had the world wrapped up here in his arms. Had this been what it was like? The time before he’d finally gotten the courage to ask her that one question. To tether their lives together in a way that couldn’t be put into words. His head tilted, resting his temple back against her own as he settled into the comfortable warmth that radiated from her. A warmth that seeped into his bones and warmed any ice that had settled over the last two centuries.

Two hundred years of feeling as if he had to atone for some sort of mistake. It brought with it it’s own set of complicated emotions that left him wondering more often than not if this was the ending he was deserving of. To be alone after so long.

And yet once again, by fate perhaps, or maybe the will of their Gods or perhaps in a greater faith than even the Old Ways kept; a faith in what they shared had brought them together once more. He didn’t dare question it, whatever it was. His fingers kept a gentle hold in the small of her back as his face pressed close into the crook of her neck inhaling shallowly and letting the wash of her perfume settle over him. “Hmm,” the laugh rumbled against her neck as he nuzzled her again “you smell good.”

Mercy didn’t believe in fate. At least not in the sense that the pathways of their lives were already laid out before they were born, that they had no free will, or that their choices were not their own. Because every choice Mercy had ever made had brought her here. From the moment she’d decided that eternity without Arthur was not an option. The moment she’d given up her mortal life so that she might see him to the halls of their ancestors. The moment she realized that Arthur too, was eternal, and would always come back to her… no matter how much time or distance separated them. So if it was fate of some kind, then it was a fate they had made for themselves. A fate they had chosen. Because they chose each other. They found each other. In every lifetime. Even if that lifetime wasn’t their time.

But maybe this one was.

Maybe they’d finally suffered enough.

For now, Mercy's thoughts didn’t drift any further than the man in her arms. And the overwhelming desire to never let him go again. Because the last time she’d let go, she’d spent centuries trying to tell herself it was for the best. That he was better off without her. That he would be happier that way. And all she’d done was hurt him. And lie to herself. Over and over again. So now, Mercy wanted nothing more than to keep him right here with her, safe in this perfect, peaceful moment. Where there was no danger, no terror waiting in the shadows, no evil that wanted to tear them apart. Where they could just… be. For however long they had.

They’d wasted enough time, after all.

His warm breath on her neck made her own catch in her throat. Her fingers curled against his skin and in the fabric of his shirt, nails catching ever so lightly. Goosebumps pebbled her skin, and once again her traitorous heart threatened to beat out of her chest. But her head tilted to the side anyway, unable to stop herself from wanting more. “Do I?”

Over the years fate and destiny and the paths of their lives had been a topic of passing night-time conversation. Sometimes they were peaceful and other times they brewed into heated debates about nature and the course their lives had taken. Arthur wasn’t sure what he believed these days. Fate wasn’t predetermined, it couldn’t be otherwise what was the point of it but some things seemed rather inevitable in the end.

But those things were a far away concern. Notions for a time that wasn’t filled with hazy happiness and warmth. A warmth that flared like a beacon to him and reeled him in without question. It always happened, even moreso when he was in a rather inebriated state and unable to control his natural affinity for any kind of warmth and he wanted to sink into the warmth he’d found. Stay right there til the end of time.

“Mmhm,” Arthur sounded again, feeling the pressure at the nape of his neck as the material of his shirt was pulled a little more taut. “Honey, lavender, chamomile” the proximity caused his lips to ghost over her skin, butterfly touches before he affectionately nuzzled the wild tangle of her hair threaded with flowers such as it was. “Jasmine… lily of the valley.” His head softly bumped her own again, eyes closing as they continued to sway barely an inch between them. “Stunning.”

Mercy’s skin soaked up Arthur’s warmth, growing more flushed and bright with each passing moment. When she felt the gossamer brush of his lips against her neck, there was no denying the soft, breathless sound that rose from her throat. Or the way she pulled him just a bit closer as he finished his list.

Her fingers trailed over his cheek with gentle affection, and Mercy tilted her face just a bit, brushing her nose softly against his. Her voice was warm and soft, gentle… even as it trembled: “Careful…” Her thumb brushed the corner of his mouth, fingers cupping his face. They trembled too.

“... a girl could fall in love…”

And then she was kissing him, soft and slow and sweet.

A few words and the lightest motion it transpired were enough to bring Arthur’s focus crashing back down, surrendering him helpless and completely at her will. It should’ve been terrifying, it was terrifying; the power that she wielded, the things he would do if she simply spoke the word and yet he found himself entirely at peace with the notion. After all, nothing beyond what she wanted truly mattered, did it? He should tell her now. He should tell her the truth of all the thoughts and fears that rattled inside his mind, the fear that left him so terrified of taking that leap. But that would summon old ghosts, and aren’t their lives thick enough with ghosts already?

He had no answer for her. Only the look of a man lost in a trance, struck dumb by heaven’s light itself. Their faces were close, eyes glassy and lips parted equally mesmerised, held in thrall as the entire world beyond fell silent.

The touch of her hand against his cheek was soft, and his eyes fluttered half-shut, pressing his face into the curl of her fingers. How long has it been since anyone touched him like this, with softness and gentleness? He could feel the hundreds of years of solitude tremble in anticipation and a hundred more etched in the painful sinews of their skin begin to unravel. For a moment the simplest touch took his breath away.

They were so lonely, the both of them. They had lost so very much.

The touch to his face was guiding, and by now he was boneless, unresisting to any way she wished to mould him. The trace of her thumb parting his lips a fraction and then--

Their lips brushed for the first time, the barest, lightest peck, and an almighty shudder trembled through his frame from head to toe. Stunned, eyes still half-closed and a tension that vibrated through him as his hand floated up to cup her chin, long fingers stroking the underside of her jaw reverently, ghosting her skin in a gentle response before responding in kind with a kiss that was soft and searching.

More than once, Mercy had torn the world to pieces, bled it dry, and then burned what remained to ash… all for him. She would do it again and again and again, without hesitation or regret. Because without Arthur, the world meant nothing. It was cold, and empty, and cruel. And it deserved to suffer as Mercy suffered when everything she loved was ripped from her grasp, over and over and over. No matter how hard she tried to hold on.

But a world with Arthur? That was a world Mercy would protect with every fiber of her being. It was the only world worth living in.

So she welcomed the way anything outside the ever-slowing circle of their dance started to fade away. And they descended into a place that was just for them. A place where time was meaningless, and where it was impossible to tell where one soul ended and the other began. Because they were bound together. And even Death herself couldn't keep them apart.

Mercy made a small, soft sound when he turned into her touch. A touch that turned from hardened steel to gossamer the moment she felt his skin against her own. A touch that told a story. One that stretched across a millenia… overflowing with more life, more death, more loneliness and loss and fear - and more love - than anyone but those that had been there could fathom. A story that deserved a soft epilogue.

For they had suffered enough.

The first brush of their lips sent fire coursing through Mercy’s veins. Gooseflesh rippled along her neck and arms, and the world narrowed to the one single point where their mouths met. Where Mercy felt him tremble. Felt the tension that moved through his frame, like the slow draw of a bowstring as the brush of his fingers moved along her jaw. The last time she’d been touched so gently… was several lifetimes ago now. But the hands were the same ones that had touched her then. As if she was something beautiful and precious and worthy of someone like him. Someone good and kind like Arthur. So powerful was the memory, that it was Mercy’s turn to tremble as Arthur kissed her back. His mouth was warm and pliant, and She made a small, soft sound low in her throat before pushing slowly up on her toes and deepening the kiss.

Arthur’s fingers caressed her skin delicately, along her jaw and the column of her neck while his other hand steadied at her hip. An anchor point to stop himself from getting lost in the maelstrom that a simple act had stirred up as Mercy rose up onto her toes. Their heads turned at the same time, spontaneous and searching, and abruptly the kiss deepened into something that no words could describe.

Arthur was sure in that moment no other act felt more right than this. The slow, sensual kiss that had Freyja fast overtaking his every sense. The grasp of hands or press of his tongue; skilled in rhetoric yet right now put to far better purpose than delivering a smart retort. His fingers flexed and curled, brushing down the side of her neck until the need for air made him draw back from her lips a fraction of an inch and breathing as if he’d just run a marathon.

His head tipped, reverently pressing his temple back against her own lost and savouring these moments. Committing them to his memory so he might never forget them. “Come with me?” he asked, searching out her hand so that he might take her to his favourite nook in the house. A cosy corner in the sun room surrounded by windows that looked out over the river and had a comfortably wide sofa. Somewhere that if only for a moment they could just be.

The need to breathe was secondary to the need to stay right where she was for the rest of her life. Mercy would gladly lose herself right now, and stay lost, if it meant they never had to leave this moment. Never had to leave each other.

But breathing came anyway. In a series of soft, gasping breaths that did little to soothe her burning lungs as they briefly pulled apart. Mercy felt light-headed and drunk, but the wine was no longer to blame. Arthur was. Arthur, and the way his fingers pressed ever-deepening divots into the warm flesh beneath her dress. The way the warmth of his mouth molded itself so perfectly against her own, stealing her breath in a slow dance of give and take.

There was no stopping the frantic beat of her heart, or the way she trembled as he pressed his temple to hers. She held him close, fingers in his hair as she inhaled the familiar smell of his skin. Like Arthur, Mercy committed the moment to her memories. Where it would exist as long as Mercy herself did. So there was no protest when he asked her to follow him. Mercy merely nodded, flushed and breathless, and let Arthur lead her where he would.

Arthur was almost certain his heart would thunder out of his chest right there and then as they drew a fraction of an inch apart. Could she feel it? The things her very presence alone could accomplish and bring about. The chaos of her being stoking the embers that so typically remained a carefully gated inferno, pushing the gates open and allowing some of his warmth to transfer. Unbridled and blazing, like standing too close to an imploding star, beautiful but destructive.

He pulled on her hand, a gentle pressure but his steps were unhurried. In fact, they were rather slow, as if afraid that pushing too hard or fast might make her run away. It was far from a baseless fear given her track record. Yet after a small coax they were drifting to a secluded area just off the kitchen and Arthur turned back to her. Dark stormy eyes gauging her expression, fathoming what she wanted and wrestling with the conflict about his own desires.

Eventually, Arthur pulled her close, a hand bracing on the curve of her hips the other cupping her jaw and drawing her mouth to his once more. It was easy to pick up a similar rhythm to where they were before, even if this was all they shared tonight… It was enough. It was more than enough for tonight at least.

If Mercy was the storm, then Arthur was the calm. The port to which she had willingly tethered herself for centuries. Lest she rage out of control without him there to hold on to. Without him there to calm the troubled, chaotic waters of Mercy’s existence. One word, one gesture, one glance was all it took for Mercy to bend to his will. She did so by choice, because of all the beings in the entire universe, all the people that had lived and died and would live and die in the centuries to come… Arthur possessed something they didn’t. Something they never would:

Mercy’s heart.

She wondered if he knew the things she would do for him - the things she had done - and how the thought scared her to death sometimes. She wondered if he knew she was his, wholly and completely. Body, mind, and soul. She wondered if he knew just how much she’d missed him. Just how lonely she’d been, and how many nights she’d lain awake wondering if he was lonely too. Wondering if she’d made the right choice in leaving, or if she’d simply been a coward, too scared to face the possibility of history repeating itself. So many things she wanted to tell him. So many things she wanted him to know.

That she wasn’t going to run away this time. She didn’t want to run away. That she was scared… terrified even… but only because she loved him so, so much. And because she knew she didn’t deserve for those feelings to be returned, and that she would never be good enough for him. Even if the only thing she had ever truly wanted.

So many things she wanted to say, so many terribly important things… but they all faded to the background as he turned to look at her once more. As if he were trying to read the faded pages of her life, her thoughts, her wishes. Her desires. It was a look that set her heart back to thundering in her chest. A look that she wanted to bare herself to… in every way possible. To tell him everything. To show him…

So when they fell so easily back into another soft searching kiss, Mercy raised her hands to his face, stroking along the line of his neck as her fingertips searched gently over his skin. She didn’t know what would happen next, tonight, tomorrow, or a month from now, but this was more than enough. This was… perfect.

So it was almost effortless as Mercy found herself giving Arthur a gentle push onto the sofa. Even more so as she followed, dress riding up her thighs as she slid a leg across his lap and settled flush against him before leaning in to kiss him again.

Perhaps this time the story would be different, Arthur hoped it would be but the amount of times they had come so close and had it snatched away wasn’t lost on him either. And a small part of him, a part that was shoved away from the light of day worried there might just be a reason for that. But maybe this time it would be different. If the Gods even did exist he’d pray to whichever one was listening, just one chance. One more chance to get this right.

But right now those thoughts of deeper contemplation were tucked away, out of sight and out of mind. The barest pressure of her hands pushing him back was met with a willing and complete yielding of control as he sank back, fingers digging divots into her waist and pulling for fear that any space between them might cause her to vanish or for this to end and Gods he didn’t want it to end.

Because this was life, blooming soft and bright, a delicate warmth that needed tending and care. Arthur reclined, guided by Mercy’s touch and actions making space as she settled atop him with a grace rarely shown yet stunning enough to steal any coherent thought or comment from him. His right hand gently settled on the outside of her knee, an anchor as he took some time to simply look at her, eyes dark and filled with a complex array of emotions and thoughts. They stayed that way for a little while, the air around them static until it crackled and as if drawn by a magnetic force, his fingers curled once more around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss that left him reeling.

It continued that way, give and take for several long moments until the passion settled into something quieter and with a final soft peck he turned his face to nose against her affectionately once more. Hand smoothing reverently over the ridges of her spine before he reached for the blanket that hung over the back of the sofa, drawing it down and up over them. Comfortable. Content. In love. Even if they hadn’t had that conversation yet.

Mercy had wondered too - in the darker moments that stained the long ribbon of her life - if there was a reason they always fell short. But for the life of her, Mercy could never work out what it might be. The simplest solution was that it just hadn’t been their time yet. Mercy often wondered when it would be. When would they have finally lived long enough? Suffered enough loss and heartbreak? When would the price for being allowed to be together and be happy be paid in full?

Perhaps they would find their answer in this lifetime.

Perhaps they would find each other again.

Mercy followed Arthur onto the sofa, settling across his lap as if she’d done it a thousand times. The warm press of his fingers arching her back just enough to pull her flush against him. His skin blazed hot as embers beneath her, and Mercy knew she would gladly burn herself to cinders if only they could stay here for a little longer. If only they could have one more chance. Just one. Mercy promised whoever was listening that she would do whatever it took to be worthy. To finally be deserving of this life… to finally be deserving of Arthur.

Arthur who was so solid and warm beneath her. Who she wanted to hold close yet devour all at once. The way he looked at her, and the gentle touch of his hand against the bare skin of her knee… the smallest of gestures… but they were enough to steal away what little breath Mercy had left. Along with any thoughts that were outside this moment. When he pulled her in again, Mercy gripped him just a bit tighter this time. Her hands slipped just so beneath the collar of his shirt, fingers dancing across his shoulders as she pulled him closer to the oh so subtle movement of her hips.

Still, Mercy didn’t protest as their touches turned softer again. Her back dipped lazily beneath the play of his fingers, and she closed her eyes, humming her contentment - her love - into his ear as he pulled the blanket around them.

The comforting warmth of her presence was enough to still the rush on thoughts from overwhelming him. There were so many potential what ifs. Questions lingering from things that had been but also the possibility of what could be. Possibility of a chance at finding happiness with the person he was quietly convinced was the only one he should ever be with. Arthur’s history with relationships in this lifetime set a poor track record after all that he hadn’t met the right person.

After all, why should you settle for less? For a person that concedes to your limits and never encourages you to push through them and persevere for more in life? A partner that challenges in equal measure to the support they provided to the structure of your life? It had been the lack of these things that had resulted in his past relationships breaking down and left him uncertain he might ever find the right person that would fit into his life. Fit and understand.

But Mercy understood better than anyone. Perhaps even better than he did himself.

So Arthur settled into quiet and comfortable contemplation, curling his arm around her as they lay there together. Finally with her in this moment, finding a sense of peace in this shared space that he hadn’t felt in several lifetimes prior. Closing his eyes, Arthur smiled. Maybe this would be their time. He truly hoped it would.

#wickedswriting #chatzy #p: arthur #p: this year's love #//literally just soft idiots being SOFT

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norburyct · 4 years ago

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15 DOGWOOD LANE. JUNE 20, 2020.

summer officially begins, and with the solstice comes a storm that strikes norbury with a vengeance. it can’t help but feel like an omen, with all the strange and concerning events that have plagued the six visitors so far. the storm keeps everyone inside all day, including the temporary residents of 15 dogwood lane. thunder rumbles from above and rain beats incessantly around them, bringing all of norbury to a standstill as they wait for it to clear.

the power goes out a bit before 6pm, the result of what they soon learn is a town-wide blackout. flashlights are dug out of storage closets, candles are lit, and phones put into power-saving mode as everyone tries to make the best of it, but there’s something foreboding in the air, like this isn’t a completely natural occurrence. it isn’t rational to think so, but it’s beginning to feel as though norbury is closing in on them.

as though it’s only a matter of time until danger comes knocking.

bang. bang. bang. it’s been less than an hour since the power went out, and there’s a sudden, frantic banging coming from the back of the house. a few moments later, the group is spared the possibility that it was just a weird anomaly, the initial noises followed by countless more in quick succession. it’s the sound of someone knocking on the back door.

investigation reveals the source of the knocking to be lucy, vinnie’s acquaintance from a couple weeks ago. she’s alone, soaked to the bone, and bleeding from her arm, slamming the glass door with a bloody hand. there’s a look of terror in her face, and she can barely get the words out through petrified tears as she shouts to them through the other side of the glass:

“can someone let me in, please, i don’t know where else to go. this is the only place they won’t think to look for me, i’m begging you guys, they... i think someone tried to fucking kill me.”

bonk, there it is. so tomorrow, there will be a quick follow-up plot drop to mark the start of the new in-game time period, meaning for today we’re just sticking to june 20th! it’s now up to you guys to determine what happens from the moment lucy comes knocking on their back door, by playing it out in a group discord thread beginning at 11am EST. idk if you guys ever did chatzy events way back when, but that’s basically the vibe i’m thinking will work best here-- very short replies in whatever random order the characters are compelled to do or say something. i will, of course, be participating as lucy. lmk if you have any questions, and have fun with the turn of events!!

#plot drop

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theskyeandsea · 5 years ago

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Snappy Birthday! || Group Chatzy

Timing: May 2nd, 2020

Location: Nicodemus and Skylar’s House

Description: Skylar and Nell threw an unfor-gator-able surprise party for Nic. No hunters, humans, or supernaturals were hurt in the making of this chatzy!

Tagging: @carbrakes-and-stakes. @walker-journal. @harlowhaunted. @nelllraiser. @theskyeandsea. @corpse–diem. @bountybossier. @3starsquinn. @chasseurdeloup. @hunter-haywood. @deepintheredwood. @fairyjeff.

Skylar looked around at the small gathering of people, more than a little anxious. Nell had really outdone herself with the decorations-- the alligator inflatables she'd found shoved in a back closet were pumped up and scattered in different rooms, the large alligator cake was sitting on the table, there was a massive gator themed centerpiece on the gift table, and Dundee was walking around in his costume. Skye had helped set up most of the decorations, but she left putting Dundee in the costume to Nell, she was still a little skittish around the dog, even if he'd only ever barked at her once or twice. There were buckets full of ice and beers by the pool and in the kitchen, along with more than a few bottles of whiskey. Walking into the kitchen, she smiled nervously at some of the people who had gathered there. "Thanks so much for coming, I'm really glad you all could make it!"

Nell was anxiously watching her phone, wanting everything to be as perfect as possible when it came to this party. In honesty, she wasn't entirely sure when she'd become the type of person to help plan three parties withing a few months span, but she certainly wasn't mad about it when it was for friends and the people she cared about. Waiting for Erin's text, she readied herself to tell everyone to hide and quiet down, knowing that if they missed the crucial and initial 'surprise!' it would derail the biggest part of any surprise party. Already she'd sent numerous texts to Erin, checking in a possibly obnoxious amount to make sure everything was going to plan. "For sure," she echoed Skye's sentiment, glad she'd had such a good partner for this event. "I haven't heard from Erin yet, but they should be coming any moment so- everyone just get ready. Think about where you might want to hide." She'd also been sure to try and request that Erin make sure no weapons were on Nic, not wanting the surprise element of said party to result in injury when it came to his party guests.

Kaden didn't know Nic that well but he liked the guy well enough to go to his birthday party on the invite alone. Plus, it couldn't be worse than his own. No mimes in sight, a good sign already. His brow shot up at Nell's announcement. That sounded like a bad idea. "Are we really jumping out and yelling surprise at a hun--" He caught himself. "Guy. At the guy. That sounds like a bad fucking idea." He sighed and found a spot around the corner where he didn't have to crouch down or do anything ridiculous and could keep his beer on hand. Let someone else get knocked in the head for hiding in a hunter's house and jumping out and yelling surprise.

Adam arrived in thunder of whoops and hollering as he and several brawny fellows pilled out of pick up truck and began rolling up kegs to the door covered in various phallic puns incorporating Nic’s new age. When the truck eventually drove off, Adam burst in wheeling a keg will dressed in short sleeves and wearing a hideous bandanna in the shape of a well-endowed alligator.

Nell wasted no time in staring down each and every one of the assumed frat boys that approached the party, asserting dominance as quickly as she could to let them know that she would not hesitate to kick each one of their asses if they so much as ruined an inflatable alligator, or her and Skye's vision for the party. Of course...the beer was a welcome addition. One could never have too many kegs. "We'll just jump out not near him," she quickly supplied to Kaden. "And maybe Skye can be a little decoy when he walks in." Then she went to Adam, reaching out to prod the bandana on his face. "There are going to be children gators here," she joked, not actually planning on the young man taking it off.

Trying to be inconspicuous about keeping Nic out of the house was harder than Erin anticipated. That’d been her only real job for the day, and compared to the massive amount of work Nell and Skylar had put into it, she’d gotten off pretty easy. CHILL. Pulling up. Five minutes. She quickly texted Nell, giving what felt like the twelve status update that hour. “Thanks for, uh--carting me around all afternoon,” she glanced over at him, though she wasn’t able to entirely meet his eyes. Their last conversation hadn’t been entirely pleasant, and largely consisted of Erin telling him she should stay away while the murderous squid had a hold on him. And then here she was, out of the blue asking him to help her run menial little errands all day to keep him out of the house. Avoided any real conversations by popping in and out of the truck, and taking her good old time at each spot. Her eyes narrowed as they started to pull into the driveway. “Oh!” She piped up as she hopped out of the car, moving to the driver’s side and held out her hand. “Weapons. All of them,” she nodded at him, making a ‘gimme’ motion with her fingers. “You still owe me that tour of the pool, right?” She gave him a smile, trying to keep this light. This was a totally normal request. “We don’t need weapons to check out a pool.”

Golly, Hunter was so excited to be invited to Nic's birthday party! He hadn't gone to one since his daughter's Haylee's fifteenth and that had been awkward since his (ex) wife had been flirting with his best friend the whole time. He couldn't blame her he supposed, Frank was a really nice fellow and he was handsome to boot. He followed behind Adam, the younger man dressed strangely, but Hunter was sure it was just the popular fashion. Grinning he looked around the party,"Wowie, y'all. It looks great. Who decorated? I love the theme!"

Eventually Adam handed out monopoly money to his friends and sinewy friends departed, still sweaty from the keg rolling he took out yet more Caligula gator bandanas and offered some to Hunter and Nell "Don't pole him," he cautioned Nell regarding her prodding the bandana "You'll just make him more excited, here I have some for folks."

Skylar nodded at Kaden's advice. That was admittedly something she hadn't really thought about. The idea of jumping out at Nic was probably a bad idea, even if it was just for a party. Before she could respond, she blinked in surprise when a man burst through the door with... kegs? Face turning bright red as she realized what was on his bandana, Skylar turned to face Nell instead. "Mhm! I can do that!" She said, hurrying to take a seat on the couch next to one of the lamps. This was casual right? Just... sitting on the couch? Surrounded by inflatable alligators and beer? "I'm all set when everyone else is."

Why was Red going to another hunter birthday party? After Kaden's mess, they had almost sworn off going to anyone's birthday party. Still here they were, surrounded by a weirdly theme birthday party, but at least, Red supposed, it wasn't mimes. "Kaden's right. I don't want to be punched," or worse,"in the face today and I doubt anyone else does."

Orion stood awkwardly in the house. Skylar hadn’t been lying, this place was huge. He recognized a few people but felt weird approaching any of them at the moment. He had waved to a few people when he got in. This was supposed to be a surprise, but Rio wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of trying to surprise a hunter. He remembered trying to scare Athena as a kid and ended up flipped onto a coffee table. He hadn’t tried that ever again. So he tried picking a spot as far from the door as possible for when Nic got back. Out of the danger zone.

Jeff wasn't really in the mood for another party, especially since he hadn't even made it in the door for Kaden's. But considering there was no mime tomfoolery here, it was safe. Even if he still couldn't speak. He sulked over by Kaden, beer in one hand and a clumsily wrapped present with crocodile wrapping paper in the other. When the small child that babysat his dog ordered them to hide, he shuffled behind Kaden. But if Nic wanted to punch someone at his own birthday party, then that was his God Given Right. He drank his beer, opening his mouth to say something..... and then nothing came out. He drank more beer instead.

Nicodemus had stayed fairly quiet for the majority of the drive, unsure of what to say. He didn't mind running around mindlessly with Erin. Even if mindless was a bit of a tender term considering...everything. He frowned. Damn it. The hunter glanced overr at Erin and nodded, a slight furrow even as a slight smile showed. "Ain't a thing." He mumbled to himself as they pulled into the driveway and got out of the truck. At her sudden exclamation, his eyes darted over to her and he breathed easier when it was nothing. "My weapons?" He questioned but started anyway. Twenty minutes later, he was done pulling out every small knife, bullet, and even a fountain pen that he had kept on him. The unsharpened pencil was last. His eyes narrowed slightly as he started toward the door. "Y'wanna do that now?" He nodded to the door and started toward it. "Yeah, alright, guess I can do that now."

The silly little tripwire spell Nell had set up was triggered the moment Nic and Erin neared it, and soon enough she was shushing the rest of the crowd, trying to make sure no one was in punching distance of the door. "Okay, okay, they're here! Get ready!" she said in a hushed whisper, looking to Skye to give the girl a reassuring smile.

Blanche wasn't surprised that Nell had outdone herself again. She was, however, at the amount of Frat boys with Beer and gators that showed up. Once Nell gave the signal to get ready, she made a beeline for Rio. "Hide!" she said, excitedly.

Adam immediately fell into a commando-like sprawl, Hunter surprises perhaps having been more militaristic operations back home.

Hunter crouched down next to Adam, though his knees creaked as he did. He supposed it was probably time to go back to the doctor like his (ex) wife had wanted him to years ago. "You look like you're on a stakeout there, kiddo. Trying to make sure Nic doesn't see ya?" He hoped Nic wouldn't be able to see him like this. He wasn't sure he'd be able to get up anytime soon, much less hide.

Orion could have hugged Blanche, he was so excited to see her. “Oh thank god you’re here.” He was still a bit nervous about hiding but decided to go along with Blanche, just making sure to move them away from the door when they did.

“Jesus, are you like the Mary Poppins bag of deadly weapons?” Erin mumbled, unable to hold onto everything he’d just painstakingly pulled from every pocket and hiding spot on his body. She heaved them with some effort into the back of his truck, then ran back to cut him off at the door. “Ladies first!” She nearly chirped, hoping to God Skylar left the door unlocked. When it opened, she took a quick glance inside, could hear people shuffling and paused just in the doorway. “Wow!” She bellowed, not letting him step in immediately. “This place is amazing!” It was, and she’d get into that later, but that was probably enough of a warning, right? Still, she took long, careful steps and reached for his hand to keep him from moving too quickly into the doorway or past her, sharing the same thought the rest of the partygoers had. For the love of God, don’t spook the fucking hunter.

When the door swung open, Skylar smiled and waved from the couch as the two of them stepped into the room. "Surprise, Nic! Happy Birthday!" She said brightly. She really, really hoped that Erin had confiscated all of Nic's weapons, getting something thrown at her might put a damper on the whole... birthday celebration.

Being late was not something Alain had ever been comfortable with and yet this was exactly his situation right now. From the other side of the road he had waited for twenty minutes for Nic to be done with his fucking collection of weaponry. Well, at least, he was now the least likely to get shot by birthday boy. Watching Erin lead the way to the place, Alain sighed heavily and got out of the car, present under his arm. "About fucking time." Following behind, he arrived just in time to hear a familiar voice exclaim "Surprise!"

In tandem, everyone seemed to rise up at once, some more cautious than others as the exclamation of, "Surprise!" went up around the room. Hopefully, Nic would be pacified by the inflatable gators before punching anyone.

Nicodemus had never heard Erin so animated before. He followed behind her, heavily scrutinizing her moments, he listened. With her voice as loud as it was, he couldn't hear much over it. But something seemed off. What was that smell? Was it...gator? No way in fucking hell was it gator. Then, Skylar was shouting and he reflexively reached to grab a weapon. An inflatable gator. It popped and squeaked under his grip, whistling its way to a sad death. Wait, what had she said? He blinked. Squinted. Looked around. It wasn't just Skylar there. It was...a lot of people. More than he expected. She had said Happy Birthday. He looked over all of them and stood there. Like a dumbass. There were gators. Baby ones? Was that discount Steve Irwin? "...Howdy." Was all he could manage.

"Howdy, birthday boy!" Hunter said loudly as he pushed himself up (making dad grunts the entire way up). Seeing a lady next to Nic, Hunter grinned,"Who is this, bud? She's pretty," He said with a little wiggle of his eyebrows.

Skylar was startled when he grabbed an inflatable alligator, she flinched when it popped loudly, the sound making her hearing aids ring a bit. But, that was a lot better than him doing that to one of the people here! Walking up, she held out a pointy party hat and held it out to Nic. "I thought it'd be nice to have a little party for you-- Nell did a lot of the work, honestly. Happy Birthday!" She said, beaming.

Nell could handle the the casualty of one inflatable gator, seeing that as a success even as air continued to whine out of it. "Happy Birthday!" she echoed brightly stepping towards the man that this party was all about. "You're definitely old now." She waited somewhat anxiously, hoping to see some sign that he didn't completely hate the party Skylar and her had put together. "There's lots of food! And alcohol! And baby gators. Other animals, too."

Kaden shook his head as Nic killed the very dangerous inflatable gator. Better it than anyone else here. He'd go wish him a happy birthday later, he had plenty of people to talk to. And Kaden didn't really need to have another great run in with Erin just yet. He turned to Jeff and nodded. "How's it going?" His brow furrowed when it was clear the other guy couldn't talk. "You should get a dry erase board, man." He gave Alain a small wave as he saw him come in behind the birthday boy. "Want to go see the animals?" he asked the couple of hunters around him. He didn't really give a shit what they said, he was going to see those fucking baby gators before he left so help him.

Red could tell that there was a fae here, just not where. They tried to shake it off for the sake of Nic and the party, they didn't want to ruin it by causing a scene. At least there were animals here. Maybe he'd have to ask the bossy girl where she got these for Violet's next birthday. They bet that her birthday party would be the best if there were animals like this there. "You know what, yeah I do. Just let me grab a beer." They went grabbed their own beer and then moved over to the baby gators with Kaden. "Violet would have liked these," They said nodding to the small animals.

Orion couldn’t help but laugh when he heard the popping noise. Of course Nic stabbed the inflatable gator. But at least that was better than stabbing one of the party attendees. At least if he had stabbed a fellow hunter it would have healed pretty quickly. “That’s why I didn’t want to hide” Orion giggled, looking back at Blanche, “I didn't want to end up on the wrong side of his surprise.” Looking around, he recognized quite a few. It put him a little on edge, but the ones that he did recognize were alright, as far as hunters went. And was that… Erin with Nic? So his new boss knew Nic? Hmm, small town.

Nicodemus looked between Skylar and Nell. A party. He didn't remember ever having one before. The back of his neck felt warm. "It's nice," he finally said with a firm nod. "Just, uh, real fuckin' surprised." When had he started to know so many people? And they were all in his and Skylar's house. Holy fuck, he had a house and he had friends. Jumping Jesus Christ. He had even heard Alain sneaking up the door behind him. Nic offered Hunter a small but friendly smile. Right up until he blanched at the question. "Erin, that's her," he said quickly as he glanced over to the booze in the distance. Then to the baby gators. "Gonna get a drink there, bud. Enjoy yourself, huh?" Stepping carefully over Dundee, who looked just as perplexed as he did if not more so due to the lack of noticeable blinking, he power-walked to the watering station and cracked open a cold one as he turned around to survey the area. Goddamn, they had committed and committed hard.

“Wow,” was the only word that kept flashing in Erin’s mind when she saw the full scale of the party for the first time. They hadn’t been kidding even a little bit when they said there’d be gators. “Surprise?” Erin finally said when she turned to Nic, who seemed without a doubt surprised. “Holy crap, you guys. This is seriously amazing,” she smiled over at Skylar and Nell, stepping aside so the small crowd could fawn over him. As they should be, even if it was making him visibly uncomfortable. “That’s--yeah, that’s me. Erin. Nice to meet you…?” she chuckled at the older man who’d come up to greet them. Most of the faces she could pinpoint, some more of a surprise than others, but this was a new one to her. Wasted no time in plucking up one of the party hats and sat it squarely on her head. “Shut the front door--are those real gators?” She asked the second her eyes laid on them.

Hunter grinned at Erin. “Nice to meet ya, Miss. I’m Hunter. I meet Nic at a bar a while ago. He’s a real sweetheart, aint he?” He grinned wider, “I bet he’d make a great boyfriend. You know, if that interested you.”

Alain walked over to the pile of gifts to put down the box in which he had stuffed one crocodile plush, and a Laguiole knife with a handle that ressembled the skin of an alligator. This is when he heard someone speaking with Erin about Nic. Turning on his heels with the most neutral expression on his face, he raised his eyebrows at his friend and crossed his arms. "Well Erin, I think Hunter here might make a pretty good point."

Skylar beamed at the two of them, before nodding. "I'm glad that you like it! Have fun looking at the gators, I'm going to make sure Dundee doesn't poke his way over there." She said before walking off to find the little dog. It was huddled in a corner, a little overwhelmed by all the people who were in the home. Which was honestly fair, she kind of related. Reaching out gingerly to fix the dog's hood, she glanced up and saw Rio and Blanche, the two of them sporting matching pink hair. "Hi! I'm really glad you both could make it. Thanks so much for coming."

Nell beamed under Nic's simple, but approving words, and couldn't help but also enjoy Erin's. "Good, good. You deserve it," was all she managed to say. She was glad she had Skye had managed to pull this off. Nic needed good things in his life, and now this could be one of them. Sticking with the funeral director for a moment, she nodded, paying no mind to Alain. She didn't like the man, but she wouldn't start anything when she wanted this party to go perfectly. Turning to Erin she said with renewed excitement, "Yeah! Real gators! Reptile Rick brought along his brood. They're cute, aren't they?"

Orion smiled brightly when Skylar made her way over to say hi to them. He eagerly waved back and perked up. “Hey! Of course, thanks for the invite.” It had a good turnout, with quite a few people showing up for it. “You weren’t joking about this house. It’s ginormous.” He glanced at the crowd around Nic, talking to him and Erin. He would make his way over there eventually to say happy birthday, once things had calmed down. “You and Nell did really good. This party is really cool.”

Adam took a tray of vials from among the kegs. Some of the folks at the Bullet had responded to his blood drive, allowing for enough Slayer Blood for vampire poison. Liquid silver in pressured regulated contains for werewolves. A poison that'd disrupt the air regulation within aquatic creatures like Selkie, causing them to burst from the inside. There was very fine cold iron grains to poison the ventilation systems of Fae communes, Adam carefully set these and other vials of deadly alchemy with the other gifts before returning to the kegs to get drinks really started.

The only sound that came out of Erin’s mouth was a nervous laugh, eyes wide. “He’s--uh, he’s--yeah. He’s great.” She cleared her throat, glaring daggers at Alain through the smile forced onto her lips when he needlessly chirped in. “Helpful as always, aren’t you? Why don’t you go say hi to Nic, yeah?” she said, patting Alain’s back extra hard, thankful Nell was there. “They’re adorable!” she answered eagerly. “I’m gonna go see them like--now. I can’t wait. You totally understand, right?” Even if they didn’t, she was already shuffling away. “Excuse me!” She bounced off towards the refreshment table first for some of what she hoped was alcoholic “Gator”-ade. A little surprised at the crowd that had gathered around the baby animals, but she supposed not even a big group of guys like this could resist. “Is this the designating hiding spot?” She teased and watched them scurry around, taking large sips of the mysterious green drink.

Skylar laughed a little at Rio's statement, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "Mhm, it's a really big place. I have no idea places like this even existed in White Crest, but I'm really lucky to have a place to stay." She said. "Thanks, it was mostly Nell. She really outdid herself. I like the hair, by the way. It looks really cool." She said with a thumbs up. With his pink hair, Rio almost looked like he'd stepped out of an anime or something. It honestly suited him-- and Blanche as well.

Lord, there were even presents. Cold beer in hand, Nicodemus grunted a greeting to those he passed by as he wandered over to the baby gators. He took a moment to raise his beer at Adam with a slight grin. Gingerly, Reptile Rick placed one in the palm of his hand, its small head resting on the hunter's wrist. Large reptilian eyes stared at him and he stared back. A true, blue genuine smile brightened his face for a hot second before he glanced over at the others. "They're, uh, real fuckin' gentle and shit," he said. Reptile Rick looked on in approval, the string of his fishing hat bobbing slightly. "...Thanks for comin', I 'spose. Didn't really know all this shit was happenin'."

Adam sees Rio being all pink with Blanche and Skylar and gives him a knowing wink and encouraging thumps up and highly evocative penetrative pantomime with his hands. Fellow Hunter dude thus no doubt encouraged and full of manly vitality, Adam return to drinks and watching Nic be Crocodile Dundee.

Nell nodded enthusiastically as Erin made her exit, not blaming her in the least for wanting to check out the little gators. She'd already spent some time with them before the party had started, and was letting everyone else get their fill, now. "I completely understand she offered with a chuckle before watching the other women head over. Adam's motion catching her eye, she wasted no time in heading his way to make herself a drink as well, glad that the party seemed to be going well enough. "You're going to make them match their pink hair," she said to the man with a little smirk, always amused by his antics.”

Alain forced a smile at Nell. It was not that he disliked her, but... Ok, it was exactly that, but it appeared that she had at last decided to be an adult. It would have been a shame if he ruined all her efforts. "Wait, Erin, you can't just..." He protested, and rather than sticking with Hunter, who would probably whine about his ex wife again, he followed after Erin to have a look at the baby alligators. If the question of how those things got here crossed his mind, he figured that the answer probably would be too shady for his liking. And... there was too much people here for his liking. Obviously. Who could blame them. Alright, then maybe he wouldn't bother Erin some more. Taking a deep breath, the hunter contemplated leaving. He had dropped the present, said Happy birthday. His job here was done, right? This was about then that he noticed Skylar on the other side of the room, with Orion, with... pink hair? Waving politely at them, he walked away from the alligator loving crowd to join them.

"Hey you know whatever gets that three-way rocking," Adam affirmed to Nell before drowning a drink like as if were a raindrop in a desert. "Maybe they like cotton-candy everywhere?" He blinked his way after the next drink slammed his brain. "So how do you know Bad Santa?"

Kaden was definitely not telling the baby alligator what a good boy it was in French when he realized Erin and Nic had joined them in the reptile corner. "Must be. Sorry, I said surprise once, that's all you get," he told Erin. "Happy birthday," he said as he watched the baby gator scuttle in Nic's hand. "I'd say you got a better theme than my party." It was nice, seeing a weirdly functioning just nice party for a hunter of all people in this hell hole town. Weird as hell, but nice.

"Thanks for inviting us, really. This place is great! I love Nic and he deserves a really good party," Blanche said brightly, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. She still couldn't believe the two of them dyed it pink. Wild. "And thanks. I think we mastered the art of impulsive twenty year old." If only it didn't end with the both of them killing something. She had caught Adam doing something out of the corner of her eye and made a face. "Anyway, I totally want to pet a gator and the dog at some point. Also, Skylar, you don't have an aversion to Little Debbie's Muffin's, do you?"

Nell snorted into her drink, not exactly discouraging Adam from his conception of the three-way. After all, what kind of best friend would she be if she didn't let Blanche get teased about sex? And she also wouldn't mind poking a small bit of good-natured fun at Skylar and Rio. In true mature fashion, she tucked her drink under her arm for a moment to bring her hands together in the shaped of a heart, capturing the three of them in the center of it. "I can smell it brewing now. If they don't serve cotton candy at the wedding...I'm not going." It took her a moment to figure out who Bad Santa might be, but it had to be the birthday boy...right? "Do you mean Nic? Because I'm here for that nickname, even without explanation."

Skylar nodded at Blanche, "For sure! He really does. I wanted to do something fun for him, you know? I feel like everyone could use a little fun right now." She said, not noticing the way her expression changed. She also didn't notice Adam's gesture, which was probably for the best. "Dundee should be around here somewhere-- I'm trying to keep him away from the baby gators. Hm? I mean... I'm allergic to gluten, so I'm kinda averse to most baked goods." She said with a little shrug before noticing that Alain had walked over. "Oh! Hi! Thanks for coming! I'm glad you were able to make it." Skylar said with a grin. "We've got games, there's plenty of beer, whiskey, and lots of food in the kitchen."

Adam sighed with a feigned dramatic wistfulness, "Well, Nic's Hunter powers activated when he was just a mall santa, down on his luck and scaring kids. But then vampires attacked some of the other Santas, and after a long investigation of Snow globes the kids watched in horror as Santa tore apart one of the elves, thus the Hunter known as Nicodemus was born." Adam nodded solemnly as before quaffing a drink.

Orion saw Adam wink at him and his cheeks immediately burst into flames. His face must be all sorts of shades of red at the moment, but he tried to ignore it and focus on the conversation instead. “Thanks! Blanche gets all the credit for the idea, but I’m surprised by how much I like the pink hair.” It was weird and fun and crazier than anything he had ever done, which was a welcome change. He waved at Alain and glanced over at the snacks and drinks that Skylar had mentioned, “Turns out, the Gatorade is in fact not gatorade and is alcoholic. I found out the hard way.” By that, he meant that he had taken a drink of it and immediately spit it back into the cup from the surprise. “But it tastes good.” Ish.

By now, Nell felt fairly adept at judging when Adam was going to launch into his ever-famous renditions of obviously very true and perfectly accurate stories, and a grin split over her lips as this one met her ears. "Please tell me there are pictures of this. I could put it on next year's cake. Does he still have the costume?" Against possibly all expectation, the thing that made her almost choke on her drink was the revelation of Nic's full name. She'd simply assumed it was...Nicholas or...something normal. "Nicodemus?? As in a wannabe Roman emperor?" She couldn't wait to hold that one over Nic's head.

Adam affirmed that he was sure Nic still had the costume, just in case it fell to him to defend Christmas from Dracula. "Was more goin for Pharisee from the Bible, or the leader of the Rats of Nim, but yup"

Alain smiled at the three of them, his eyes lingered on Blanche and Orion's hair color. "...That's... cheerful." He shook his head with amusement. Oh well, if it made them happy. "Did you name one of the alligators after Nick Dundee?" His eyebrows raised. Oh well, he knew people who had named their dog Orion. Looking in the direction of the drinks and food he grimaced. "Oh no, I'm fine I don't really drink alcohol anymore," apparently embarrassed, the hunter rubbed at the back of his head and shrugged. "Gatorade and taste good in the same sentence, I don't know," memories of a terrible night with Blanche and Nic was brought back to him and he laughed a little as he glanced at Blanche.

Erin didn’t know what he was saying, but Kaden was saying it soft enough that it seemed close enough to a ‘coo’ as a grown man could get. She didn’t interrupt, him or Nic as he held one and grinned like a kid. Just admired the way the baby gators had managed to melt the hearts of everyone almost instantly. She’d be lying if she wasn’t right there with them. “It’s gonna be a hard theme to beat, that’s for sure,” she nodded at Kaden. “I’ll leave you guys alone with your new friends,” she said with a grin, like she was in on their secret. A blast of pink was the first thing she spotted when she grabbed another drink. “Whoa. You’re going to wake the dead with that hair,” Erin smirked over at Rio. Boss-brain would’ve been scorning him right about now but she looked past it. It was a party and she was drinking green mystery juice. She didn’t have a lot of room to judge. After listening in a moment, she pointed towards Blanche mid-drink. “Wait, is this the infamous Blanche?”

Adam murmured to Nell, "Looks like word's gotten around about B.H."

Red took a few pictures of the animals to send to Artie, hoping their wife would show Violet. If they had known, maybe they would have brought the kid with them, but then again she was the perfect excuse to leave if Red needed a quick excuse. “Gotta day this birthday is a lot easier to handle than the last.”

Shaking her head, Nell quickly said, "I don't know what the hell a rat of Nimh is but— the Bible thing makes sense. I just feel like with a name like that, he could have definitely stabbed Caesar. She watched as Erin seemed to recognize Blanche, not exactly surprised. "What can we say she's a popular gal who with the hair of a a troll doll. Who wouldn't have heard about her? A very pretty troll doll."

Adam shook his head. "They make dolls of trolls? But they're too fucking hideous for kids. ...and Blanche is waaay hotter then a troll."

Skylar chewed the inside of her cheek when she realized that Alain didn't drink-- oh no. "Um, we also have water and soda in the fridge. And the food turned out great, I was out grilling earlier and the steak turned out really nice, if you ask me." She said hoping that the offering of non-alcoholic beverages and food would gloss over her little misstep there. Tilting her head, at the Dundee comment, she blinked. "Oh, no. Dundee is the name of Nic's dog. There he is right now." She said, pointing to the little chihuahua who had plonked down onto the couch and had curled up into a little ball for a nap.

Blanche almost snorted when Alain complained about the gatorade, biting back a comment about how if he didn't want to drink gatorade maybe he shouldn't have gotten so drunk that she and Nic had to baby him. "I'll take some of the jungle juice. Or beer." She said brightly. She was just about to go get some when someone pointed her out. WHat - "Infamous - wait. Oh! Erin!" Blanche recognized her from Regan's facetime. "Hey! You act like I'm a walking tornado." Blanche thought for a second and them sheepishly shrugged. ".... You got me."

Nell wasn't entirely surprised that Adam hadn't heard of troll dolls. Most likely his toys growing up had all been outfitted with flamethrowers or something. The only flamethrowers she'd had growing up were her sisters. "No it's like- they're little pudgy baby dolls with funny colored hair. Blanche is definitely hotter than either though. Can confirm that." Nell took the opportunity to wave over at the other pink-haired person...Rio. "Hey! What'd you guys use to dye your hair anyway?"

Adam nodded, "Heya guys, digging the K-pop look."

Orion picked up on Blanche’s name and laughed when he heard what Adam and Nell said. “This just in, Blanche is hotter than a troll” Rio leaned close to Blanche and repeated, smiling as he said it. It was nice hearing with Blanche knowing about him being a hunter. He didn’t have to shy away from explaining his super hearing to her. But he immediately slunk away when he realized that Nell and Adam were joining the group. His boss and now Adam too? Oh boy. “I uh- we uh- I” Rio stammered, trying to form a coherent sentence, “Hey there.” He settled on, greeting his boss and Nell and Adam that had joined the group. “Uh thank you! I don’t know actually, Blanche bought the dye.”

Alain scratched at his cheek. The last thing he wanted was to make Skylar uncomfortable over something she couldn't have known. "Hey, it's fine. It's okay. I look forward to that," he reassured her, carefully patting her shoulder. Glancing over his shoulder to have a look at the dog, he froze when he realized what it was she was referring to. He wrinkled his nose and searched for Nic in the crowd. What the fuck kind of dog was that ? "Well now I have something to roast him about. Thanks Skylar, I will be right back." You bet that he was now making his way to birthday boy. "You didn't tell me you had a ..." Rat? "Dog."

Nicodemus parted from the gators, as hard as it was, and started to head toward the pool. How the hell they got the ambiance going the way it did, he didn't understand. He looked over at Alain and raised a brow. Looked at Dundee who didn't seem at all bothered. "Yeah, came with the fuckin' apartment. Believe that shit," he said, a lot less bothered by it than he had been a week ago. "Wouldn't leave, so fuck it, why not, right?" The last conversation he had with Alain hadn't been pleasant. What he asked hadn't been pleasant, but still, Alain showed. "Thanks for comin'. You knew about this?"

Blanche had definitely been blonde the last time Erin had seen her--brief as it was--but here she was. In the flesh. “No! You’re just--you’re here. I wasn’t sure this day was going to come,” Erin laughed, recalling their almost exclusive online interactions. It suddenly dawned on Erin she was surrounded by almost all of the youths of the crowd, especially when Nell and the other younger kid joined. This felt weird. Time to retreat. She nodded at Rio, “Hair looks good,” she said simply. Nodding at Blanche again as she backpedaled. “Glad to finally meet you, too,” she smiled, then turned to go back and adore the baby gators again with what seemed like the rest of the older party attendees.

Noticing Rio's stammering, Skylar blinked in confusion as the other three approached. Why was he so nervous about them? Was it because the awful bandana? In that case, she couldn't really blame him, it was pretty bad. But, the guy who walked up didn't seem all that strange. With a smile, she waved at him. "I'm Skylar, by the way. Nic's roommate. Nice to meet you." She said. There was quite a bit of conversation going on, so she didn't totally register Alain's words, but the small pat on her shoulder caught her attention. "Oh, bye!" She said with a nod in his direction, and offering a wave when Erin also turned away. People coming and going, all the talking... parties were exhausting.

Adam gave Skylar a once over, and then another look over, neither of which were granted any subtly by the drinks in his system. "I'm Adam, looking good, Skylar," he said walking up. "Heya Oreo, how’s it hanging?"

Skylar didn't like the way that Adam looked at her, nope, nope, no. With a slightly panicked smile, she tilted her head towards the pool of baby alligators. "Mhm... I need to go." She said, adding quickly, "Check on the alligators. Yup. They... need to be watched." They were just little alligators, they wouldn't eat her, right? Walking quickly away, she let out a sigh. All things considered, that had gone well. And Nic seemed like he liked it too, which was all that mattered in her book.

Nicodemus's ears weren't ringing from wolf howls or vampire screaming or some other kinda nonsense. No, it was just people talking. Enjoying themselves. It wasn't...terrible and that was a terrifying thought on its own. There'd be time for the rest of the shit later, unless it came sooner. Town like White Crest, it just might. Being the center of attention was the last thing he wanted but he swallowed it down to try and find a decent place to stand. Idling picking at the soggy label on his beer, he cleared his throat some. A banjo played quietly in the background and he shook his head with a snort. "Uh, thanks for comin'...and shit," he started as he looked around the room. All relatively new faces in his life, but now, familiar. Like Dundee, that didn’t seem to bother him as much anymore. His brow furrowed some. "...Appreciate it. It's, uh--Yeah. Stay as long as you want or at least 'till Dundee or Skye kicks your ass out." A dry laugh sneaked out of him. He glanced at the cutout of John Wayne and Clint Eastwood. They glanced back. The shooting gallery lay beyond. He raised his beer and headed over. “Meanwhile, my ass'll be out on the open range.”

#p: sb #p: nicodemus bossier #p: penelope vural #p: adam walker #p: blanche harlow #p: alain babineaux #p: orion quinn #p: kaden langley #p: erin nichols #p: red ward #p: jeff mulloy #p: hunter haywood #wickedswriting

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chxmpionofjustice · 4 years ago

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——— 𝔹𝔸𝕊𝕀ℂ𝕊! ☾

NAME: stepha. PRONOUNS: she/her. ZODIAC SIGN: libra. TAKEN OR SINGLE: single.

——— 𝕋ℍℝ𝔼𝔼 𝔽𝔸ℂ𝕋𝕊! ☾

I’m one of those weird people who like to learn things about serial killers/true crime. Though I really am fascinated by cults.

If that didn’t scare you away, hi there, I’m nice, I promise, just weird too. I’m also not good at keeping in touch with people. Not because I don’t want to, but because I... forget to? Tbh, I think it has to do with my ADHD. But if I contact you out of the blue it’s because I miss you. Also if I don’t contact you, I probably still miss you but I just forgot that I wanted to talk to you because I saw something distracting.

I’m not a morning person, at all.

(these seem disproportionate but, uh... I’m bad at talking about myself in these, sorry)

——— 𝔼𝕏ℙ𝔼ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕℂ𝔼! ☾

hahahahahahahahahaahahahaaha.... Do you have time? I started RPing when I was like.. 10. On AIM. It was terrible. But then I started writing fanfiction (which, NO, I will NOT divulge, do not ask) and was convinced by a friend I’d met through there to join Gaia Online and RP on there. I spent a great, GREAT deal of time RPing on there until I finally joined forum RPs just before I became a legal adult. I was a part of various invisionfree websites until jcink took over and then I was on those for a few years, mostly in the Supernatural fandom. Then, I decided to join a tumblr RP back in 2012. It lasted for a good two weeks before the admins freaked out and dissolved the RP (They felt that people were conspiring to take over the RP or something? IDK it was super weird). I’ve been in indie RP ever since, as my Supernatural OC, Usagi, Harry Potter, and Mary Winchester. Those are the only RP blogs I can remember and I am currently only really active on Usagi. I also have been doing private RPs on Chatzy and now Discord for a while so... Yeah, I’ve been in this for a while, hehe. 😅

——— 𝕄𝕌𝕊𝔼 ℙℝ𝔼𝔽𝔼ℝ𝔼ℕℂ𝔼! ☾

I generally tend to swing toward playing girls, however there are a couple of male muses that I’ve played that are near and dear to my heart. And when I say a couple, I literally mean only two. Harry and an OC that I made on a Gaia RP I made back in 2006 named Ed. Otherwise, who run the world? GIRLS.

Also, I tend to play positive characters, such as Usagi or my OC hunter from Supernatural. She’s not AS positive as Usagi, after all she has trauma and a drinking problem and kills monsters for a living, but, like, she’s not evil. I do enjoy a foray into evil now and then though. It can be fun to be bad.

——— 𝔽𝕃𝕌𝔽𝔽 / 𝔸ℕ𝔾𝕊𝕋 / 𝕊𝕄𝕌𝕋! ☾

FLUFF: I love me some fluff. Fluff is what makes the world go ‘round. Especially if it’s after some delicious ANGST. ANGST: Listen, I have probably an unhealthy love for angst. I LOVE IT. Like the majority of my plot ideas involve angst of some kind, especially of the mutual pining variety when it comes to Usagi and Mamoru plots. I love the break up arc from the 90s anime but I know it could have been done SO MUCH BETTER, so could have basically almost every plot point involving their relationship (I mean like first season, . So, yes, give me that angst, let me inject it into my body, it is my life blood. SMUT: I do write smut, but I tend to only write it with people I’m comfortable with. I love me a good smut scene... Especially if it is the result of angst of some kind (I already said I have an unhealthy love for angst, don’t @ me). PLOT / MEMES: I love plotting and sending memes or receiving memes, especially if plotting comes from memes. Memes give us a starting point and we can develop stuff from there OR we can just friggen wing it with memes and add them into our overall plot. I’m pretty loosey goosey with this because I am one of those people who likes to jump around timelines; so like, come at me bro.

tagged by: @moonsentinels tagging: YOU!

#dash games;;#outofmoonlight;;#TY FOR TAGGING ME!!!! <3

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dis--parity · 4 years ago

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get to know the mun!

repost, don’t reblog.

——— basics! ♡

(PEN)NAME: Aria (some may know me as Verseau)

PRONOUNS: she/they

ZODIAC SIGNS: Aquarius sun, Cancer moon, Saggitarius Rising

TAKEN OR SINGLE: taken by two lovely people,,,

——— three facts! ♡

I’m trans! I’ve only just started HRT this year after jumping through a couple hurdles but I’m over half a month in now and I couldn’t be happier with my progress so far! I’m hoping to be even more outwardly feminine in my daily life in 2021 and I’ve already taken a lotta good steps towards that!

I’m a student of mechanical engineering (though I kinda wish I was doing electrical engineering or software engineering bc I’m so much better at that)! My early aspirations for robotic science kinda got birthed into Alex’s interests in-character, and though I definitely retain an interest in it, if not just for writing her character then because robots are fuckin awesome, I dunno if I’ll be able to find a career in it myself... I’ve yet to really figure out what I wanna do with it but I’ll get there someday!

Alright this is a bit of a weird story but listen... I went to this like, catholic private school when I was doing secondary school (high school for you yankees) so we had to have mandatory services in chapel. And, y’know, kids don’t wanna be sat there listening to bible stories for half an hour of their lunch break so our chaplain occasionally spiced things up by bringing shit in. So, one day, he’s telling the story about adam and eve and the snake in the tree, two other kids played adam and eve (they weren’t naked before you ask, why would you think that) and I played... the tree. So I just,, stood there? And then we got to the part where the snake appeared in the tree, at which point the science teacher pulled out this FUCKING BALL PYTHON HE KEPT AND WRAPPED IT OVER MY SHOULDERS. SO,, i just had to stand there and stay calm while this snake was coiling around my neck and everyone else was looking at me all :monkaS: like,,, I got out ok but that’s all I was known for for like a week after that service, god.

——— experience ! ♡

Ooosh, I’ve been in the RP scene since, uhh... 2014? 2015? Embarrassingly enough my first few roleplays were in the F/NA/F scene on shamchat and chatzy with a group of friends (which I got to via reddit of all places). After that, I migrated to tumblr and got involved in the scene while re/born/ica’s AU was The Scene in that rpc, eventually my character (it was only Iris at the time, but I eventually brought Alex in too) evolved into fandomless OCs and I stuck around the tumblr rpc for the next few years to come. I also love roleplaying on discord and I’m generally better with activity there and better at organising threads so if y’all wanna move any threads to a private discord server just hmu! My discord is V.Aria#3817

——— muse preference ! ♡

Oooh,,, I think my OCs are actually pretty flexible when it comes to this kinda thing. Alex is the poster child of the blog (always has been tbh,,) but I love love LOVE getting interactions with yeong-hui and garis as well!! The theme of this blog is actually about their diverging stories and how they both coped with similar trauma in vastly different ways (highlighting the disparity between their ways of life, their circumstances, and who they are as people). As for the kind of people I prefer to interact with,,, let’s get this straight, I like a bastard character who’s kinda tastefully awful to others but not in a severe way but if your character is just Asshole then like. chances are we won’t get along. I’m also vvv much a fan of chaotic muses, smart muses, and definitely muses with a more compassionate personality bc y’know what? that’s kinda exactly what they need!

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: Oh yes!!! I love love love both romantic and platonic fluff, just the kind of quality time and gift giving and shit that forges a bond between characters? Good shit, all the time! I love plotted romances so if you have an interest in that don’t hesitate to hit me up bc I’ll definitely do that for you whenever I get the chance

ANGST: OHOHOH... I haven’t actually had the chance to write a lot of angst recently, but both of my characters are BUILT for that shit! I wanna be able to have a plot where just, outbursts happen, trauma gets the better of the muses and they break down and they need comfort, or one of them gets badly hurt or in a bad situation and we’re forced to see how the other one contends with the situation!! I haven’t written that in so so long and I wanna see more of it!!

SMUT: I get it’s not for everyone and I tag all my nsfw on here bc of that (i’ve been thinking of making an nsfw sideblog but idk if there’s any interest,,) but! Writing smut and intimacy between muses is peak shit and I’m ALWAYS down for it!! Both of my muses are down for one night stand stuff as well - although romantic smut is the GOOD good shit always, it’s also really interesting to see how relationships develop as a result of sleeping around and just,,, otherwise casually interacting!

PLOT / MEMES: I find it easier to jump into interactions with a good open starter or an ask meme - I’m actually embarrassingly reliant on ask memes to really get any interaction going one way or the other so I encourage reblogging them and sending some in to me as well!! However! A plotted relationship dynamic is also very very good, I love exploring dynamics like two muses being coworkers/business associates, or roommates or just, someone they met at a bar or something. That’s just for setting the foundation but I also love throwing out ideas for interactions between our muses!! When I get sent a sentence starter meme I always have fun answering them and always look for a thread to sprout from them!!!

tagged by: @aemiliiu (thanks so much hun!!!) Tagging: uhhhhh,,,, I dunno who else would appreciate this but if you wanna have a crack at it, do it and tag me!

#[The Voice From Beyond] OOC

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parabellumrpg · 4 years ago

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WHEN: Saturday, August 1st. WHERE: Sapphire (Neutral) HOSTED BY: Mia Costello TIME: 7:00 PM CST DRESS CODE: Assigned Costume OOC TIME: 6:00 PM CST

Chanel Albright, the Costello’s notorious publicist, is turning 29 and all of Chicago’s elite, spontaneous, reckless and eyebrow raising are invited. Hosted and thrown by one of Chicago’s former news headliners, Mia Costello. This is a private event where two things allow you entrance into Sapphire, a personalized VIP pass and being dressed as the 90s or 00s artist listed on said pass. Failure to meet the dress code or to arrive in costume as someone other than the name on the pass results in not only a denied entry but immediate escorting from Sapphire’s premises.

Liquor, food, 90s/00s nostalgia and music will be in abundance. Drinks are practically free and the night will be wild and one to be remembered. Cell Phones and digital cameras are traded in for polaroid and disposable cameras. Sapphire has been transformed from the club of the present to that of the past with classics of each era and a few modern amenities provided for guests entertainment. Costello and private security are heavily in attendance to make sure things do not get too out of hand.

A/N: A special THANK YOU to Isa for putting this all together. She assigned every character a 90s/00s icon to dress up as – even the ones who aren’t taken! Everyone’s costumes will be listed below. She also made a playlist (listen here) and typed everything up. I didn’t have to do much work for this at all! Thank you for coming up with such a fun idea for everyone to participate in!

With that being said, I think I can trust everyone here to write and do replies however they see fit. If you want to write interactions via Chatzy/Discord, that’s fine, just make sure to post them on the dash if anything important happens so that we can all read! Try to stay on top of replies (this especially goes for ME, I suck). Have fun, make sure to check out the assigned costumes below! And make sure your character shows up in costume or they won’t be let in. Don’t make Mia mad, plz, thank you.

Chanel Albright: Posh Spice

Leon Costello: Justin Timberlake

Ezra Costello: Adam Levine (Maroon 5)

Mia Costello: Ginger Spice

Sofia Costello: Baby Spice

Luca Costello: John Mayer

Natalia Cardoza: Christina Aguliera

Camila Perez: Mariah Carey

Jackson Sinclair: Nick Carter

Margot Sinclair: Britney Spears

Noah Sinclair: Matthew Bellamy - Muse

Paityn Sinclair (Costello): Courtney Love

Sebastian Sinclair: Eminem

Felicity Sinclair: Avril Lavinge

Matthew Dunne: Aaron Carter

Tristan Sullivan: Marky Mark from the Funky Bunch

Joaquin Aleman: Enrique Iglesias

Eva Calderon: Shakira

Alondra Aleman: Beyonce (Destiny Child’s Era/Early Solo Career)

Livia Moreno: Gwen Stefani

Ambrya Mardin: Jennifer Lopez (JLO)

Not Taken Characters Roles: Who are invited to the party

Violet Costello: Scary Spice

Leo Amari: Marc Anthony

Gabriel Aleman: Jay Z

Charlotte Sinclair: Nicole Scherzinger

Abel Costello: Kurt Cobain

Aaron Kumar: Lenny Kravitz

Angela Webber: Alanis Moresett

Adam Davenport: Rob Thomas

Ben Lowell: Nick Lachey - 98 Degrees

Alex Alverez: 50 Cent

Avery Mercer: Alicia Keys

Liam Edwards: Gerard Way

Corinna Sutter: Whitney Houston

Damon Kent: Jason Maraz

Yvonne Santiago: Sheryl Crow

Jessa Westbrook: Kylie Minogue

Katrina Patani: LeAnn Rimes

Holden Estrada: Lil Bow Wow

Thalia Montoya: Aaliyah

Nicholas Farley: Usher

Mateo Lujan: Sting

Thomas Sinclair: Billie Joel Armstrong - Green Day

Juliet Carmichael: Celine Dion

Dennis: David Beckham

#pb event: 004 #thank you again isa!

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amberjade-rhodes · 4 years ago

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Defining the Relationship | | AJ, Avery and Bryce

WHEN: 2 October 2020

LOCATION: the beach house

NB: Amber-Jade invites both Avery and Bryce over to the beach house so that the three of them can figure out exactly what’s happening in their relationship. Please note that although this chatzy is a work in progress, the end result is that AJ / Avery / Bryce make the decision to enter into a polyamorous relationship.

@averyophelia @brycecortez

It had been a while since the three of them had embarked on this bizarre new chapter of their lives and strangely enough, Amber-Jade was the one to decide that they should /finally/ talk about what they each wanted. With both women dating Bryce but also going on dates with each other, it seemed like it was the right time to discuss whether this was a sustainable relationship and whether all parties were happy with what they were doing. Part of Amber-Jade was still fairly certain that she would just be a small blip in the story of how Avery-and-Bryce got back together so initiating the conversation was partly selfish on her part, the redhead wanting to ascertain whether she would inevitably be crushed; and if that /was/ going to be the end result, decide whether it was time to enact her sense of self-preservation and bail before she got any more invested. She texted both Avery and Bryce and invited them over to the beach house that night, knowing that Rebekah was going to be out with Arden, and poured herself a generous glass of bourbon as she waited for the other two to arrive.

Avery didn't have too many qualms over the idea of dating Bryce and Amber-Jade at the same time. The revelation that the redhead had feelings for Bryce too wasn't something that had bothered her and on top of that, AJ was really nice. The blonde had honestly had fun on their first date, so when she received the text to meet at her place that night, she didn't hesitate. Once she had made it to the porch she knocked twice on the front door, a smirk on her lips as soon she realized Bryce had arrived just after her. "What impeccable timing you have, Cortez."

Truth be told, Bryce hasn’t given much thought about the confusion that was him and Amber-Jade, the confusion that was him and Avery, and the confusion that was also Amber-Jade and Avery /together/. Amber-Jade has mentioned that the two ladies had talked about the situation, but he had been so focused on practically destroying everything in his path that it concept really just went right over his head. And even now that things were good, it hadn’t been mentioned; to him, no news was good news. He didn’t think much of it when Amber texted him asking for him to meet at the beach house, the text seeming as a rather routine one. He immediately noticed a familiar blonde as he pulled into the driveway, the sight of Avery putting a blissful smile on his lips. “What can I say, I decided to be punctual for once.” He chuckled, leaning against the door frame as the two awaited for the other to come down and get them. “If this is some sort of plot to finally get rid of me...you both should know that absolutely nobody knows that I’m here, so you would actually get away with that shit.” He joked lightly, his smile both happy and bright.

Amber-Jade was quick to open the front door when she heard the knock, only to be greeted by both Avery and Bryce waiting for her. She felt her stomach flip nervously as she saw the warm smile on Bryce's face; her anxious thoughts wordlessly confirming her suspicions that this night would end with inevitable rejection and heartbreak for her. Still, she forced a small smile onto her face as she greeted them; trying to hide just how nervous she was. "Hey, come on in. I thought it was about time that we talked about just what the hell we're all doing here", Amber-Jade explained as she stepped to one side to allow them both to walk into the beach house. "Do either of you want anything to eat or drink?"

Avery arched a brow at Bryce's last comment as the door was opened, chuckling once. "He thinks we're here to get rid of him," she told Amber-Jade, her thumb pointing accusingly in his direction. Still, that didn't stop the smile that stretched across her own face. It felt surprisingly comfortable to step inside. Maybe it was the fact that when she was spending time with /either/ of them, it felt like home. Maybe it was the way she would trust Bryce with her life, and Amber-Jade with some of her deepest secrets. Whatever it was, Avery was grateful. "I'm good, but thank you."

“Wow.” Bryce stated in a dramatic tone as the blonde accusingly pointed in his direction, the short statement followed by a warm smile once he made eye contact with Amber-Jade. He allowed Avery to step inside first before immediately following along. Not being exactly sure /what/ exactly the three were about to discuss, Bryce simply decided that it might just be best to keep and open mind and go with the flow; but his curiosity did overlook whatever nerves he may have felt in that moment. “I’m also good, thanks.” He nodded politely, proceeding to make his way into the redhead’s living room and taking a seat on one of the sofas. “So, what /are/ we doing here?” He asked, practically rephrasing Amber’s statement into his own question. His eyes quickly darted back and forth between the blonde and redhead, giving them both a good look before proceeding. “You two are a thing now? That’s pretty hot.” He chucked, his index finger casually waving between their bodies.

Amber-Jade nodded when both Avery and Bryce said that they didn't need anything to eat or drink; the three of them making their way into the living room and settling down before anyone spoke again. Thankfully Bryce was quick to make a comment that lightened the mood somewhat, the redhead laughing softly. "I find it pretty hot", she easily agreed. "As for what we're doing here -- I know that we've kind of all been seeing each other and going on dates to see whether there is any chemistry or potential there... I know that it's been going relatively well and there's hasn't been any huge drama but I just kind of felt like it was time for us to all have a conversation and decide what we're actually doing", Amber-Jade explained, her eyes darting between Avery and Bryce as she tried to gauge their reactions.

Avery blushed when they both admitted it was hot that Amber-Jade and Avery had been seeing each other, but was glad that there was no tension between herself and Bryce over that situation anymore. She found herself shrugging at the question. "Why don't we just... keep seeing each other?" She asked. "I guess that sounds like an obvious answer, but I mean officially seeing each other." Avery couldn't believe she was the one to bring this up; especially with the aftermath of hers and Bryce's past relationship, and the newness of hers and Amber-Jade's. It just sort of felt like the next right thing to do. "I mean... polyamory is a thing. I've always been in monogamous relationships but that doesn't mean I'd be opposed to having a boyfriend /and/ a girlfriend."

When the two first brought up the idea to Bryce a few months back, he had genuinely thought it had been some joke as an attempted to get back at him for being...him. He sat there quietly as the other two spoke, raising a brow periodically as he contemplated the entire thing. There were a few options that he had; he could either run for the hills, which is what he did best, or come to terms that this was probably the best option for him. He love and history that he shared with Avery was too much for him to ever deny, but so were the feelings that he grew to have for Amber-Jade. When hearing that Avery wasn’t really opposed to the thought of a polygamous relationship, he turned his head towards the redhead. “What are your thoughts?” He asked, keeping his voice calm yet completely nonchalant. “I don’t think shy guy would be opposed to having two girlfriends. If this is what you both want, and what you both are comfortable with...then I guess I’d be willing to give it a go.”

#chatzy #c: avery #c: bryce

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