#buryeden.starter

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OPEN TO: any muse !MUSE: wilder "will" buchanan, crime syndicate heir. bastard. jonathan bailey fc. PLOT/AU: any au. muse bg: wilder has taken over the buchanan organization as a displaced bastard, leaving him as the last one standing.

"Because I love you!" There's a silence that follows, a pause in their fervor that had pushed past the threshold of some displaced passion. An argument, notorious when he was in their company, was disrupted only by a claim— no, declaration. Wilder was certain, and his thought still raced around it leaving the quiet to hum and beg for the quiet to be filled. "And I won't take it back."

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OPEN TO: any muse ! MUSE: briar parrish, bastard son of the king. edward bluemel fc. PLOT/AU: period au, arranged marriage. briar gets married to someone who should be below his station / part of a scandal in a desperate attempt to make fix a reputation. opposite can be the bride, a supposed friend/family that started the arrangement, etc.

He catches their hand in the shadows between the candlelight of the banquet hall, but the ring on his finger still catches the light. It seems to mock him now with every blinding glint in the corner of his eye. Through a feigned grin and gritted teeth, he asks softly as he pulls them to his side, "When you said I was the only one, do you just mean I was the closest one around?"

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OPEN TO: any muse !MUSE: prince thayer claremont, supernatural hybrid. jonathan bailey fc. PLOT/AU: period/supernatural au; after a few centuries, the witch that cursed thayer to save him from execution has finally passed and he's on his own revisiting his homelands.

Thayer hadn't expected to ever return to his homelands, even less alone. Despite the time that passed, crinkling the edges of the glory his father spilled the prince's own blood to preserve so desperately, he could recognize it even through its fractures. The reminiscence he expected to be plagued by the echoes of protesting crowds, of the chantings he still held against the mage to this day, the taste of copper in his mouth is absent. Yet, he doesn't recall his gilded youth, either. There's a silence clinging to them, the very same sting ever since the mage had gone and returned to the earth. He stands out from those fighting through the streets, struck not by awe but a fulgent loathing as he looks up to the former palace. It doesn't last. A mourning finds its place and he knows he cannot hide it from the individual who had shown him the way, the way back. "Who is a heretic now?" He asks aloud not as a musing but as a prayer as if coming to the root of his ruin would give him an answer. He is but alone now, not just part of the shadowed realm but a corrupted ripple of their darkness. Thayer belongs to no coven, no clan, no pack. "I said I would never return but it appears I've never learned, though, neither did they? I do not know what I expected. It was not as though I belonged here before, much less after."

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OPEN TO: any muse !MUSE: thayer claremont, cursed prince. jonathan bailey fc.PLOT/AU: supernatural & period rp. in order to be saved from execution upon treason against the crown, thayer was cursed by the supernatural creature / witch he helped escape in hopes of surviving. he realizes something is wrong with him upon healing.

The ache had subsided, the burn from his bounds no more than a flush of pink that stained his skin under blood flaking apart on his skin. Something tried to warn him in his body, insist something was wrong, but he had yet to understand it. Adrenaline was slow now, a come down like a dream state. He felt his heart beat slowing and he feared for how faint it would grow. Holding his breath, he hoped to will it back to the pace he recognized but he had yet to feel the hurt from holding it for so long. Pushing himself to his elbows, he touched the cuts along his torso. He pressed his fingers to it only to feel the softest discomfort. Remedy was underway, but how? Thayer looked to the silverware lining the room, the glass of gifts he had long since regretted still adorning his surroundings. He could see them in their beauty, but he did not see himself. "What did you do?" He asked, words forced and scraping the inside of his mouth like needles over his tongue. The heave of his chest to breathe them into the stale air crackling with pain. "What have you done?"

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OPEN TO: any muse ! MUSE: arachne "ara", demoness. nicole kidman fc. AU: superntural au. a bargain is struck with a hollywood failure that they can have it all if they give ara their soul.

"I told you to take care of your vessel," Arachne hums as she settled beside them, delicate fingers dragged across the glass to taste the powder laid out before them. The immortality of their agreement pertains to legacy, not body. The soul she holds in her hand is still mortal. Her tongue lies flat against her finger that quickly runs down to the pink tip, unimpressed with the flavor this temporary high offers. "But if you want to ruin, so be it. It maks my end of the bargain easier. After all, I've fulfilled my end of the contract."

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OPEN TO: any male muse 25 + ! MUSE: sterling bowers, lawyer. jonathan bailey fc. AU: crime au. sterling is being held as collateral by a crime sydnicate while his law firm works a case for them at trial to ensure they get a cut of the blood money they keep. he finally hooks up with your gang affiliated member after a lot of tension and denial.

The sunset was long gone, and the orange diluted hues of their anger splayed across naked bodies was replaced with a pale blue. The fire was cold, and soon enough the room would be covered in the dark color of ash. Sterling hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep for just a moment, and ask he pulled himself back to the moment, he found the other side of the bed cold. He thought that maybe it wasn't real at all, but he could still feel his touch on his throat. His body already ached, remembrance to putting the pieces together almost building a longing alongside it. A shuffle on the other side of the room contrasted his turn against the sheets, and Sterling damned himself for being awake now. He sat upright only to regret it, no way to hide from the absence beside him now. "If you're gonna go," Sterling muttered out into the room. "Close the door on your way out."

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OPEN TO: any male muse ! MUSE: paloma santos, test muse. nicole wallace fc. PLOT/AU: cheating, friends with benefits while trying to see other people, etc. whose night together keeps getting interrupted by a phone call. can also be completely unrelated phone call coming in interrupting the night!

Her hair is caught on the button of her shirt, but Paloma doesn't ask for help. Any other second could be mistaken for waiting, and there is simplicity in this agreement that she intends to stay loyal to. She's not going to let some mistake like this complicate it— the constant interruption of his phone ringing not an exception, either. As if on cue, the shrill ringtone cries out from the counter top again. Tonight was over. "Why is she even calling you this late?"

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OPEN TO: any muse ! MUSE: cosima bianchi, informant for crime syndicate and law enforcement. emily bader fc. test muse. PLOT/AU: cosima poses as a double agent pretending to spy on the crime syndicate for the local law enforcement. she is paying off a debt for someone close to her. opposite could be someone in the gang, civilian friend / family trying to talk her out of it, the person whose debts she's trying to pay off, etc.

"Is it a wonder I broke?" Cosima tried to pull herself free, even if the hands trying to hold her down were only trying to keep her in place. Her obedience had tapered but in its wake left a fracture. She was on the verge of undoing all of her work to ensure one side triumphed with the other none the wiser. If only she had been able to stomach knowing good and evil were simply ideas— concepts thrown in every direction but the side she stood next to that day. "Let's hear one more joke, come on then. You should give me the same consideration you give them— I'm more than a liability."

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OPEN TO: any supernatural muse ! MUSE: thayer claremont, prince. jonathan bailey fc. AU: supernatural / period au. thayer befriends the suspected supernatural in the land who will eventually curse him in an attempt to save him.

"All this patience you say is to protect your heart and mine, but I'm not quite convinced anymore," Thayer whispers, the shape of his kiss butchered to his challenge. Surely he's caught them this time. "Are you going to betray me, or kill me— and is there a difference?" His gaze looks to their eyes, trying to find the lovesick rusted into their irises as he doubts it was ever there at all. The only thing worse than entitlement was power. He's mindful of his breath and the one he is willing to take from the other between every kiss. He asks softly, insistent on preserving the delicacy of the moment, "Then this will be my last confession, won't it?"

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OPEN TO: any male muse ! MUSE: roslin thaddeus, bethrothed viscountess or other rank depending on y/m. test muse. PLOT/AU: period au. just a few hours before an important banquet, roslin's betrothal has been recinded by her fiance. they're keeping it a secret in order to not create scandal at the event.

It is a bad habit, she reminds herself. What her mother had praised her for, to hang off her betrothed like a pretty little jewel, was now something she was condemned for. Roslin was expected to be at this banquet no matter what occurred— the fracture of her engagement included. Too easily she falls into the role of being in love and doting on the man who would have been her husband, and she carefully drops her hands from his arm as it is tension she finds under the velvet of his sleeve. But she still loves him, does she not? How could she expect it to dissipate within the hour? "My… apologies," She said under her breath once the couple he spoke with parted ways. "I seem to have forgotten myself."

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OPEN TO: any muse ! MUSE: briar parrish, bastard prince. edward bluemel fc. PLOT/AU: to gain back his titles, briar is offering his father information on his enemies, and he's playing dirty.

"No good deed goes unpunished, and therefore, I will not speak of what has happened here tonight," Briar assured them, but the smirk tucked into the corner of his mouth is enough to stress doubt. He means it, though his eagerness gets the better of him. "I might as well string myself up on the gallows than go to the king if I tell of the hand we've played. What is it you seek for compensation?"

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OPEN TO: any muse ! MUSE: juno adler, producer on dating reality show the bachelor. PLOT/AU: normal au, juno fell for the bachelor she was producing and is the reason the season ended without an engagement. he moved on in the midst of the press and kept them a secret, and she's finally confessed to a friend what she did

"She's fun, I like her." A beat, a sip of her wine. "I think I hate her," Juno admitted, slumped forward in her chair and head tilted on the table's edge. Her ex's— if she could ever call him that— new girl burned into her thoughts. Her glass was still held high to them to be topped off. "Maybe I'm not that evolved."

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OPEN TO: any muse ! MUSE: lottie roe, 20s-30s. exiled gang member. olivia cooke fc. AU: crime / normal au.

"I leave quite an impression," Lottie pointed out, jaw cut with frustration. "That's the only reason they've given you a chance— because I've taught you well enough. You better keep your head in the game or I'll remind them that someone who knows too much is better off living six feet deep."

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OPEN TO: any muse ! MUSE: juno adler, 20s-30s. producer on reality dating show. the bachelor. emily bader fc. PLOT/AU: juno fell for the bachelor she was producing and is the reason the season ended without an engagement. he moved on in the midst of the press and kept them a secret, and she's finally confessed to a friend what she did

What started as a date, she had used to talk to someone who knew the other parts of her to some advantage. Moments like these degraded. She had once early picked apart a whole setting, from the shape of a whine glass and the folding of the napkins, to the perfect foundation to fall in love. Why hadn't she realized it all hand crafted then, that it wasn't real? What she had thought was hopeful intentions were just the stilts to a fallacy. At least now, she could rant around it if she paid for the bottle and got to kick her friend under the table as she pleased. "I think I hate her," Juno admitted, slumped forward in her chair and head tilted on the table's edge. Her ex's— if she could ever call him that— new girl burned into her thoughts. Her glass was still held high to them to be topped off. "I'm not that evolved, trust me. I have no reason to but I do just because I can and I should have a reason to."