#nrth wind rose

[archaeval]

Is the cake pretty? No. But was it made via memories of home cooking? Yes. It's the thought-- and whether or not it's edible-- that counts, right?

At any rate, Rose has brought a cake and a card, which was, of course, signed by Jane, too-- it needed her approval first and foremost-- and is now standing in front of Ruby with a goofy grin on his face.

"Happy late birthday, ma'am! Hope it's a good one."

ruby's birthday was yesterday ;

RUBY IS NOT THE TYPE OF PERSON to willfully forgo a party in her honor, much less one where people lavished gifts upon her. However, she was also far too much herself to grin and let Rose know exactly how much she appreciated the gesture. Instead, Ruby lifted a brow, making a show of examining the cake, in all its homemade imperfections.

"I suppose a thanks is in order," she said, but a telltale smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, betraying how utterly charmed she is. Ruby took the cake and cut them both generous slices -- though hers had considerably more icing than his. She was the birthday girl, after all.

[miss-polly]

“i do backflips every single day of my life.” -ROSE.

iasip starters;

"That's very cool, Rose! You're very cool!" Her voice cracked, heart still in her throat. True, he'd performed the trick without any apparent hint of difficulty, but that didn't mean Polly could avoid picturing him calculating incorrectly, and landing flat on his back, if not worse. She let out a terrified little giggle, only to stifle it by clapping her hands over her mouth. "Please never do that in front of me again! You're just too cool for me!"

[aglaophonosx-a]

[ WAKEN ]: walking into the receiver's bedroom, the sender gently shakes their shoulder to waken them, and whispers "hey." to encourage the process along. -(@nrth-wind Silena!)

THE MANY MEANINGS OF "HEY.": A PROMPT LIST. / accepting!

One of the funniest things about staying in the Aphrodite cabin was hearing the not-so-beautiful habits of all of her siblings' sleep. Snorting out laughs, sleep-talk, seeing the drool all over the pillows: Hey! It's not all sunshine. Piper's own sleeping habits had her gently snoring away, clinging to her pillow as she was blissfully knocked out to the world.

Dreams are confusing, filled with lights shone so brightly in her eyes that she could barely parse out the voices speaking in the same room. It seemed to swallow her whole, before she's back onto a mysterious airship, what-- pain ripping through her forehead as impact shook the wooden floors beneath her. She could have sworn she'd heard Leo's voice yell something. Piper continues to conker out, fingers still clutched to her knife underneath her pillow. Even with the dreams, the teen slept well.

Eventually, she's torn from her sleep, snore half caught in her throat as she shot up, knife brandished at the throat of her enemy. Blink, blink. Her chest rose and fell. Her sleeping braids were a mess, from her tossing and turning all about. Choppy fringes of brown hair in her face. The burned and scarred face of her sister finally registered in her mind, and Piper squeaked out,

"Oh, shoot- Sorry, Silena!" And dropped the knife to her lap.

The politics of the cabin had been tense, presumably before her first arrival to camp. Drew led the charge to discredit her sister's involvement, her leadership. Her demotion was uneventful. And despite the fact that since Piper had taken over the reins, here... Silena was withdrawn. Quiet. Like she'd given up.

In the moonlight, she admired this sweet face, and wondered how anyone could hate such an intense declaration of love, even if the scarring was atypical. She liked different.

"... What's wrong?" She forces her voice to whisper, darting left and right.

[justashadetalkative]

"You’ve been crying." Rose's eyes flick across the other's face perceptively. -for anyone you'd like!

Linast let out a harsh laugh, scrubbing at his face. He wasn't surprised the human had noticed; frankly, Linast wasn't sure he'd actually properly stopped crying, yet. His breathing still felt weird, his throat tightening whenever his thoughts started to drift. He hated it. "Yeah. I guess. It's ff-fucking annoying."

[flcralist]

Rose will come kiss Miss Polly on the cheek! He might be upside down tho

kiss miss polly || accepting

She startles, turning to Rose with a stifled yelp. “Oh --” Her ears burn, and a giggle bubbles its way up and out of her throat. “Hello, Rose. You’re, um...” She glances up and down, taking the situation in entirely. “You’re on my ceiling.” How he’d gotten up there is confusing enough, let alone how he got up there without her noticing. Her brows knit together, but her smile only grows in her confusion and amusement.

[findinglostselves]

❝  i’m begging you not to do this .  ❞ -And a Tim for Ivy as well!

from here -- @nrth-wind

"Begging? You're begging me?"

Rage flashed through her eyes. She pressed her lips together in a tight, thin line, eyebrows raised before she could open her mouth for an actual response. The audacity of this child!

"What about the begging our Earth has been doing for years? Our mother has begged humans for centuries to stop the damage they've been doing to her. I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing this for her."

[quiet-psychic]

@nrth-wind-muses​ asked: “It’s a lovely night for a walk. Why don’t you join me? It would clear your head.” -Rose for Johnathan

Johnathan rubs at his eyes, looking up from his paperwork. He did have to admit, getting away from his desk and getting some fresh air, might actually help. At the very least, it certainly wouldn’t hurt.

“Aye, I think I’ll take you up on that.” Push away from the desk, Johnathan stretches before standing. Making sure to grab his jacket on the way out. Didn’t want his wife to tell him off for bringing a cold home with their newborn there. “There’s only so much that staring at papers can do before you start losing marbles, y’know?”

[justatouchjaded]

(Answered inbox starter from @nrth-wind-muses !)

nrth-wind-muses:

The old man has a reputation. Something about magic, and something about healing, Rose thinks. He can’t be sure, though, since the world feels a tad… fuzzy.

Rolling up the window to the guy’s dwelling, he hauls himself up and over the sill, and then falls with a heavy thud and a quiet groan into the home. “Shit.” Rose mumbles under his breath. Time to hope that this Diamond person won’t kill him on sight…

Diamond has long since gotten used to tuning out the general psychic noise that comes with living in a city as a telepath, but the heavy thud near his side window is more than enough to call his attention away from his work. He steps out of his office and goes to investigate.

He isn’t sure what he expected, but a pink-haired person sprawled on the floor of his bedroom wasn’t it. He keeps his distance for the moment, standing in the entryway and assessing the situation. “...stars. What happened to you?”

[pawnshopsouls]

For the pre-established relationship meme, I will tentatively catapult Rose into your inbox if that's okay? -(berkeley-investigations) (from nrth-wind mun)

Pre-established relation idea!:

Bonely's had run ins with Rose - lots of them - most of them dealing with his time in the Bigs mafia family as Sigmund, not Stanely, when he was the one sent out to tie up loose ends. Inspectors from all over the city had been commissioned to find and convict various members of the Bigs family but nothing ever seemed to materialize evidence wise.

But Rose managed to find a trail - one that would lead him to undoing a good portion of the Bigs family. Unfortunately that lead ended up on the casualty list of the Brunswick Massacre, and the client's "vengeance" was delivered out of hand.

However, Rose's reputation preceded him and since he'd been there to investigate the aftermath of the Massacre, it was only natural that he'd be picked to hunt down the guy who did it. After all, Miss Bigs wasn't going to let the man who killed her brother and his men get out of being served justice.

[viciousgold]

@nrth-wind-muses​

At thirty-four years old, it had been eight years since she had permanently left her own world. She had been going back and forth between the worlds since she was nineteen, but for the last eight years, she just stopped going back. For the longest time, her thoughts didn’t linger on things she left behind, but then she began forming a close relationship with someone. Someone who had family, a past she could speak of, and when she and her loved ones had questions, Marisa had no answers for them. She dodged questions as if she were dodging bullets. Though she didn’t and couldn’t tell the truth to any of them, it made her think about what the answers were.

Marisa thought about how she had a daughter. Sometimes she forgot that fact, but it remained to be true. She was thirteen now, her daemon had pointed out to her. Lyra, and her daemon Pantalaimon. Marisa and the golden monkey were often at odds despite being two halves of the same person, but Marisa was generally at odds with herself. One thing they agreed over was their mixed feelings about their child. Neither one really knew if leaving Lyra behind was truly the right decision. 

It had been on her mind now and then for the last few months, but not today. Today was about one thing and one thing only: proposing to Guinevere. They had discussed marriage off and on and they both seemed to want it. Marisa was surprised at herself sometimes. She never thought she would marry again, certainly not to a woman. But she fell in love. She was, as it was called in this world, bisexual, a word that didn’t even exist in her own. This was only one of many things this world had shown Marisa about herself that she didn’t know before. Like how she was capable of being quite romantic when she wanted to be. For most of her life, Marisa had to keep a hardened, steel exterior, never allowing herself to be this way. There were so many freedoms here that allowed her to simply be, in so many ways she never fathomed in her own world. She worked in Oxford as a co-director of her own department in astrophysics, she was a celebrated scientist and engineer who did seminars and events, who was respected. She was free to openly state her real thoughts and opinions without being condemned and potentially arrested for heresy. She was free to love and marry whoever she pleased. And she would.

Marisa had everything set up perfectly. They were visiting Marisa’s vacation home in Monaco, and tonight they were dining right on the beach. When the time was right, when it was sunset and the golden hues perfectly surrounded them, she would get on one knee and propose to Guinevere.

“Alright, open your eyes.” Marisa spoke, leading her girlfriend to the canopy table she had set up in the sand. There were candles and flower petals all around, not rose petals, but dark red carnation petals. She wasn’t sure if Guinevere would notice, but Marisa insisted on choosing dark red carnation petals for one of their first real flirtations in their relationship. 

[summoner-renzus]

Rose freezes, putting up his hands without turning. Damn. And he’d been so close to finding his target’s room, too.

“The First Crow.” He guesses. “I presume you won't believe me if I tell you I was just interested in a job with your employers?”

Renzus stood across the room from Rose, his grey eyes locked onto the intruder. His hands were folded beneath his sleeves, clenched fists ready to unfurl into the gestures needed for a spell, a punch, or a blade, whichever was needed. Still, the man's hands were raised, empty of weapons. This confrontation needn't turn violent, just yet.

Although how this man knew of his title was a little worrisome.

"For one thing, the Crows are a volunteer organization. We don't have employers." Renzus chuckled briefly, before continuing. "Perhaps we should start at the beginning, like civilized folk. Might I ask your name, and your purpose for being here?"

@nrth-wind-muses

[archaeval]

ROSE & RUBY || @nrth-wind

Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of our muses ;;  

[miss-polly]

Standard theme: Elisa's Theme by Alexandre Desplat

Battle theme: Voidfish (Plural) by Rachel Rose Mitchell

Boss Theme: Fairies by Tangerine Dream

Emotional Theme: His Theme by Cloudjumper

Tagged by: stolen from @archaevalaeval

Tagging: @eritvita @paramounticebound @bekeeley @totalprick @whomuses for jamie and roy, @nrth-wind for skrael and adam, @umbrs, and you!

[archaeval]

Rose chooses "play dead," as he slumps over, onto Ruby, making himself an absolute nuisance <3

Ruby has appeared! What to do?

Ruby is crushed beneath the overpowering weight of a human body, and also sibling frustration. Why is he like this. Why. In retaliation, Ruby picks him up and holds him off to the side like a piece of wet laundry, carrying him with her as she goes about her day.

[archaeval]

‘  i wanna fucking DIE  ’ -WWDITS Rose asking to be a vampire in the worst way possible mayhaps?

super serious starters || accepting

FOR ONCE, SHE LISTENS. Rose has always been so polite, so pliable and patient. His outbursts are not unheard of, but something like this -- it leaves Ruby taken aback, and leaves her aware of the fact that he does indeed have a reason for being her familiar, beyond simply loving the position.

"Listen to me," she says, reaching a pale hand out, nails sharp as claws. With a featherlight touch, she brushes her fingers down his cheek, a caress as much as a threat -- a reminder of the power she has. "Listen well, my dear, and do not forget: this is not death."

No -- she had come close to it enough times to know what she was, and she was not dead. Even the common word for it -- undead -- seemed too small, too mortal to encompass the things she could do nowadays. True her heart no longer beat, but it was so rarely used that the loss went unmourned.

"My heart is stone, and my teeth are sharp. I am not dead, but death itself." She leans in, resting the claw of her thumb against the delicate skin of his neck.

"You wish to die, boy? I can give you as much as easily as I breathe. But this?" She presses down, enough to hurt but not enough to draw blood. "This is a gift."

"I am more alive than any sun-touched mortal, so fleshy and soft. And I will not share it with someone who doesn't understand."

She released him all at once, disappearing into the shadows, though not going far. She still wanted to see what he'd do, if he'd crumble, if he'd tremble or shake. Did he know what a beast he'd become? Would he delight in it the way it deserved? Or would he cower, with that soft humanity of his that Ruby could never admit she loved.

[archaeval]

‘ this is the sound of going round in circles. ‘ -rose for mme. ruby of any verse of your choosing!

a.melie prompts || accepting!

SHE DOES NOT SNAP AT HIM, but neither does she soften herself as she answers. "You are not my prisoner, Detective, and, thus, are more than welcome to leave once your patience runs out." She was a creature of habit now, a wicked thing that played her part in the stories carried back to the human world. Her life was the same, day in and day out, and she liked it. She wanted it.

How dare he shame her for it?

No -- no. No, she would not let herself resent him so easily. Humans had their morals and their thoughts on adventure and will and individualism and bravery, and Rose was one of the best.

"I am not in the habit of repeating myself. Count this as a boon."

He wanted her heart to be soft. He wanted the memory of him to turn her gentle. She had never known how to wear either except as a porcelain mask.

"I am the Archive. That is all there is, and all there ever need be." Whatever past he wanted her to remember was one she wanted to bury. One she'd been glad to forget, three names and a thousand lifetimes ago. She was the spider, with ten hands and a thousand pages.

The girl he remembered died in a city whose name she refused to say. It would have been a mercy if it had been earlier even than that. The sooner Rose accepted that, the sooner he would understand that no amount of frustration or pressing would ever bring her back. She would not become mortal, not even for him.