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hurt-care · 4 years ago

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The Reunion - WW2 era fic

I've been listening to an audiobook about WWII in the UK and there's been multiple mentions of people writing in their diaries about suffering from lengthy colds as well as a discussion of the increase in casual sex during the war (especially during air raids, when it became a welcome distraction). So, let's just say I was inspired...!

Male, cold, OCs, contains 18+ content

The Reunion -

The club was positively bursting with young revellers and the sounds of a jazz band playing as couples moved across the dance floor in tight embraces, flitting in and out of shadow of the chandeliers sparkling overhead. Champagne flowed liberally, delivered by waiters in smart tuxedo jackets and white gloves. If a time-traveller had been magically transported inside, they would have no idea that outside the walls of the club there was a war on.

Making her way through the throngs of people was Katherine Marsh, or Kat to her close friends. Close at her heels was Mary Alderman, an old school chum who'd come up through London society with her. The girls wove through the dancers on route to a table up on the balcony that circled the dance floor, providing a spectacular view of the room below. Only the uppers of society generally occupied the tables here and the demand was such that often bribes had to be given to the head waiter to ensure a spot. Peter Halford, one of Kat's other longtime friends, had been in charge of the evening's transaction and now he waved cheerily from a spot in the corner as the girls approached.

“Hello, Peter!” Kat said joyfully as she sided into a chair along the wall, tucking the skirt of her silk gown around her. “Have you ordered a bottle yet or shall I do the honours?”

“It's just coming now,” Peter replied, nodding towards the approaching waiter who carried a magnum size bottle in a silver ice bucket while another waiter followed behind deftly balancing a tray of champagne coupes.

“Your timing is impeccable as ever,” Mary said with a laugh. “I'm parched.”

She flashed a smile at Peter, her eyes sparkling in the light of the crystal scones along the walls. Kat smirked knowingly at her friend. Mary had been pursuing Peter over the course of several of these evenings out on the town, but Peter remained seemingly oblivious to her advances.

Tonight, Mary was draped in layers of royal blue silk with a spectacular diamond bracelet glinting on her wrist. She looked radiant and Kat thought Peter had to be completely daft to not notice. Kat, on the other hand, had no particular beau in mind. She'd danced with dozens of men and dined at parties across the countryside around London, but no one gentleman had captured her heart. Besides, she was barely twenty and so many of the young men her age were away at service. For now, she was content with dancing and snogging sessions in dim alleyway with soldiers on leave and officers posted to city stations.

The waiter poured them all glasses of champagne and the trio toasted to health, happiness, and the victory of Britain. The chat was light and merry, with Peter filling them in on his new job at the Royal Airforce's London offices near Whitehall. At the hour neared eleven, someone took to the microphone to introduce the next band complete with a line of cabaret dancers dressed in feathers and sequins for entertainment. Mary squealed in delight as the drums kicked up the beat of a popular dance tune and she reached for Peter's hand.

“Oh, will you dance?” she asked breathlessly. “I love this song.”

Peter downed the last of his champagne glass as he stood up.

“Of course. Kat, find yourself a man and let's go.”

The two disappeared into a sea of people moving towards stairs that led to the dance floor. Kat drained her own coupe and stood, surveying the crowded tables for familiar faces or handsome strangers.

A few girls were lingering at a table of Naval officers and as the men stood and paired off with them, one man remained seated alone with a cigarette in his hand. As the duos passed by, Kat realized with a heart-dropping thud that she recognized the lone officer that had stayed behind.

Oliver Hartnett had danced with her at her first debutant ball when she was seventeen and she'd been completely enraptured by him. Two pages of her diary were dedicated to extolling his virtues, from the gentle tambour of his voice to his green eyes, from to his broad shoulders to his chestnut hair. As quickly as he'd come into her life, he'd left it again. They'd shared two dances that night and some brief conversation at a dinner party a week later, and then she hadn't seen him since. Word in the upper circles said he'd gone to Scotland to work for an aging uncle's business and he disappeared from London's upper crust.

Kat dumped the dregs of the champagne bottle into her coupe and gulped it down, feeling the rush of bubbles to her head as she bolstered her courage. She reached into her small handbag for her compact, inspecting her face and reapplying a coat of her precious lipstick, as the bright red shade was now nearly impossible to find with the war rations and so she reserved it for nights out alone.

With a smile on her face that she hoped concealed her nerves, she glided as confidently as she could over to the table.

“Ollie Hartnett, is that you?” she said over the din of the music and the crowd. The man at the table seemed startled by the interruption and he looked up at her, his face vacant for a moment. Then, a grin spread across his face.

“Oh my goodness, Miss Marsh,” he said, standing suddenly and extending his hand.

She laughed.

“It's Kat, please,” she said, taking his broad hand in her and shaking it. “Do you mind if I sit?”

“Of course, please do,” he said, fumbling to get around the vacant chairs nearby in order to pull out one for her. She folded herself gracefully into the seat, crossing her ankles as her mother had always instructed. For once, she was glad she'd listened to Mary's constant chatter about fashion and had worn the deep emerald green silk gown with the black trim that she'd purchased for the previous winter's New Year Eve celebration at Mary's family estate. It set off her figure nicely and contrasted with her auburn hair and milk-white complexion.

Oliver was shaking her head, still grinning.

“What a surprise,” he said, his gentle voice barely audible over the music. “You look well.”

She smiled back.

“I am! Well, as well as anyone is in London at war, I suppose. You've joined up, I see. On leave?”

“For a few more weeks,” he replied, taking a slow drag of his almost burnt-out cigarette. “I'm posted at Brighton, usually.”

“And you're not on the arms of a dozen girls dancing your night away?” she teased.

He snubbed out the cigarette in the ash tray and shook his head.

“Honestly, I wasn't keen on going out at all but the other gents insisted.”

“If I recall, you were quite popular on the dance floor,” she continued. “What's changed?”

“Just a bit under the weather, that's all,” he replied. “Haven't felt up to much dancing tonight, but I'll spare one for you, for old time's sake.”

She felt herself blush.

“Not yet,” she said. “I have to hear all about where you disappeared to that summer. You left a lot of us wondering why one of our dashing debs up and left London at the height of the season.”

“It's not a particularly exciting story, but if I'm going to tell it we ought to do it over a drink.”

He beckoned to a waiter who returned shortly with two cocktails on a black lacquered tray and a serving of peach melba for each of them.

Oliver detailed how the rumours were true; he'd left London for the banal task of running the business operations for his uncle's small factory in Glasgow. A year ago, as the ferocity of the war had begun to increase, he'd enlisted in Royal Navy and left the factory in the hands of the old foreman and his cousin, a savvy young woman named Rose.

More than once during the story he'd paused momentarily to clear his throat with a cough or take a sip of his cocktail to revive his waining voice. Kat felt a pang of sympathy now that she was close and could see clearly the weariness in his face. Though it was spring, the weather had been dreadful and frigid for weeks and many people she knew had been battling heavy colds.

She told him about her adventures in London with Mary and Peter, and about her volunteering posting with the Women's Auxiliary Service where she worked to find temporary housing for those displaced by air raids.

When they'd finished their peach melbas and cocktails, the band struck up a lively tune and Oliver appeared to summon some energy with a broad smile aimed at Kat.

“This is the one,” he said, extending a hand. “Would you like to dance?”

She nodded, trying not to let her rush of enthusiasm show too greatly.

He led her down to the dance floor and took her into his arms, leading the gentle sway as they danced among the other couples. His broad hand rested on the small of her back and Kat felt a rush of heat to her body as they touched, cheeks almost against one another. The gentle warmth of his breath tickled her neck and she was sure he was about to lean in to kiss her there.

His voice mumbled something deep and low into her ear but she couldn't discern it over the music.

“Mmm?” she replied.

“Oh Christ, sorry,” she heard him say and suddenly he was moving swiftly away from her, his one hand leaving her back and his other dropping its grip from hers.

Eh-TSGHT! He turned his face into the sleeve of his officer's uniform, sneezing inaudibly to her as the rest of the dance floor continued their rhythmic sway.

“So sorry,” he shouted, leaning back so she could hear him. He reached into his pants pocket for a handkerchief, which he dabbled briefly under his nose.

“Sorry,” he repeated as he took up his embrace once more.

“It's okay,” she said into his ear. “I hope you don't feel too poorly.”

“No,” he said into hers, his lips almost brushing against her. “Better now.”

She leaned herself closer against him and he pressed his lips to her neck. She sighed with delight, feeling all the rush of emotions that she'd had when they'd first danced. His body was more muscular and square now, without the lanky lines he'd had as an eighteen year old.

Tilting her head upwards, she met his lips and they kissed briefly.

He leaned over to speak into her ear again.

“I hope I'm not catching.”

“I don't care,” she said and captured his lips again. The kiss deepened and a couple nearby sided away to give them a moment of privacy.

The song ended and Katherine stayed in the embrace of Oliver's arms as the next began.

He looked down at her with a soft, tired expression.

“I'm dreadfully sorry, but I'm afraid all this noise and such is too much for me tonight.”

“Can you stay up a little longer?” she asked. “There's a nice restaurant not too far from here. We could go and have a drink there and talk. It's much quieter.”

It was past midnight now and while Oliver looked like he might consider declining in favour of being tucked up in bed, he nodded and smiled.

She grinned back at him and kissed his cheek.

“I'm so glad. I'll find my friends to tell them I'm off. Meet me by the doors? Would you be a dear and get my coat for me?”

She fished the small coatcheck tag from her handbag.

After she'd shouted her goodbyes to Mary and Peter (who looked very cozy together on the dance floor, she noted with pleasure), she found Oliver leaning against a wall by the exit with her coat over his arm and his own Navy-issued wool peacoat already on. He held up her coat to help her into it and offered his arm to her, walking at her side out into the cool spring night.

The air was clear and crisp, with a half-moon overhead. The streets were brutally dark thanks to the blackout and they made their way clumsily along the road, squinting to see landmarks in the dim moonlight.

“It's down to the left, one more block,” she said as they passed the entrance to another dance club where the only light came from several cigarettes that glowed as young people poured in and out from the doors and slipped behind blackout curtains into the well-lit hall.

“Can we pause a moment,” Oliver asked. “Sorry, just a moment.”

She stopped, turning to look at him.

“Sorry,” he repeated, reaching for his handkerchief. She could see him silhouetted in the dim moonlight as his shoulders trembled and he shook his head for a moment. Then, with a deep breath, he pitched forward with a wrenching sneeze.

Hurhhh-TSGHXTT!

Unable to mask the sound, he gave a brief but noisy blow into the handkerchief afterwards before hastily tucking it into his coat pocket.

“I'm so sorry,” he said, taking her arm up again. She gave him a light squeeze, leaning against his side as she did so.

“Don't apologize,” she said. “I'm only sorry to hear you so poorly. Blasted cold seems to be going around everywhere.”

“The boys in my unit said that if I can't spend a night out with a head cold, there's no way I'd last through a month at sea battling the Germans,” said Oliver, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat with a cough. “I suppose that's true.”

“Well, we'll find you something warm to drink at the restaurant and that should revive you,” Kat said cheerfully.

They were just rounding the last corner onto the street where the restaurant was located when a sound split the air. The wail of the air raid sirens began their raised pitch, increasing to a loud din of pulsing noise.

They paused in the street, stunned. It shouldn't have been entirely a surprise; the sirens were a regular occurrence in the city but neither one of them had encountered the alert while out on the street.

In the darkness, a voice shouted authoritatively.

“To your shelters, please! Nearest public shelter is the Piccadilly Circus station. To your shelters please!”

The figure of an air raid warden with a metal helmet on passed by.

“Which way is Piccadilly?” Oliver asked.

Kat glanced up and down the dark street.

“My rooms are only two or so more blocks past here,” she said. “If we hurry, we should be fine. There's a cellar in the back.”

Gripping his arm tightly, she led the way down the road. Several times they nearly collided with others making their way to safety. As they neared the house where she rented lodgings, the sky began to shine with searchlights and in the distance, the sound of anti-aircraft guns began to crackle. The bliss of dancing and the haze of champagne cleared from Kat's head as she steered them down an alley between some homes and to a metal hatch that covered the entrance to the cellar. She tugged it open and hovered a foot over the void, finding the top step.

“Six steps down. Pull the door shut behind you,” she said to Oliver. Her hand trailed along the earthen edge of the wall until it met the edge of a candlestick and a pack of matches. She struck one alight as Oliver shut the hatch with a loud bang.

The tiny chamber glowed in the candlelight, illuminating the stone and soil room. Oliver was breathing heavily, almost wheezing. Katherine tipped the lit candle to light others, gradually brightening the room enough to see without too much strain.

“Sit,” she insisted, gesturing to a small crate topped with a cushion. “Catch your breath. I'll put some tea on.”

Hhh-TSGHHH!

The sound of the sneeze startled her and she looked over in time to see Oliver building up to a second. He tipped forward, nose nestling into the folds of his waiting handkerchief.

Ehhh—hhehhTSXHHT! “Bless you!” she said earnestly. “Are you warm enough? There's plenty of blankets. My landlady, Mrs. Beecher, is up north visiting her sister and the other girl who rents rooms is at her family home for the week. So it's just you and me here unless we get some surprise guests from next door.”

“No, I'm fine,” he said quietly, wiping his nose. “Sorry.”

“I don't mind a bit of sniffling,” she said teasingly. “You don't need to keep apologizing.”

“Have you had to spend many nights down here?” he asked, surveying the cellar. It was appointed with provisions for the three woman who lived above plus extras for any visitors who might end up sheltering there. Two wooden bunks were stacked against one wall, each with pillows and blankets and thin mattresses. Another mattress was rolled and stored in a nearby trunk with additional linens. A small table held a kettle on a fuel-powered heater and several teacups. There was a deck of cards, a basket of knitting, and a lidded chamberpot. Someone had cheekily hung a framed piece of embroidery that read “Home Sweet Home.”

“Oh, I've lost count,” Kat said as she set the kettle to boil once she'd filled it with water from one of the three large canteens by the steps that led outside. “This is only the second time I've ended up down here in an evening gown, though.”

Once the kettle was heating, she opened a chest and took out a wool jumper and a pair of socks.

“Good thing I'm prepared,” she added.

Oliver watched as she sat on a wooden chair and unstrapped her high heel shoes and slid her hand up under her gown to unclip her precious nylon stockings. Careful not to snag them, she rolled them down her legs and pulled on the socks.

He laughed as she put the jumper on over her evening gown, put her coat back on top of that, and donned a pair of Wellington rubber boots. She struck a pose for him.

“You'd be the toast of all the fashion magazines,” he declared.

His chuckle turned to a cough that sounded strained and painful. She frowned at him and shook her head.

“I'd say you should've followed your own ideas and stayed home instead of the advice of your mates,” she said. “But I have to admit I've awfully glad I ran into you.”

He recovered from the coughing spell and looked at her with affection.

“I'm glad too,” he said. She poured the hot water from the kettle into a teapot to steep and selected two teacups.

Outside, the din of the air raid sirens had ended. There was the sound of distant explosions, but for the time being they were far from the action.

“I'm afraid I've no milk to offer but we have a bit of honey.”

“That'd be lovely, thanks,” he said.

She poured them each a cup and sat opposite him, savouring the warm tea. He drank his own cup, clearly soothed by the hot liquid. He dabbed at his nose a few times with his handkerchief as it began to run from the warmth.

When the cups were empty, they sat in silence for a moment. A bomb exploded somewhere a few blocks away and the candles flickered as the shockwave trembled through the earth. The remaining teacups on the table rattled against each other. Kat closed her eyes for a moment, sighing.

“Are you frightened?” Oliver asked.

“No, I don't think so,” she said. “I suppose I always am, a little. But not terribly.”

She set her teacup down on the table and moved to sit on the bottom bunk bed, patting the mattress beside her. He stood and moved to her side. The next thing she knew, they were kissing, his hands were in her hair and she had a hand on his chest. She kicked off the boots and pulled up her dress so she could sit astride his lap. He kissed down her neck and tugged her coat off, his hand going under her jumper and stroking her breasts through the silk of her gown.

She exhaled with pleasure, starting to slowly grind against his hips. She reached for the waistband of his trousers and he helped her with his belt. He made a soft moaning noise as she fumbled with the buttons at his fly and found her way downwards. His lips brushed her shoulder, pressing kisses where the neck of her jumper was stretched to the side. A brief cough escaped him, puffing against her skin. He muttered an apology and she murmured a sweet assurance as she began to stroke him.

“Wait,” he said breathlessly. He pulled her arms upwards and guided the jumper off over her head. She pushed his coat off him and made quick work of the buttons of his shirt, tugging that off too. He urgently shed his shoes and trousers as she stood and slipped off the silk gown revealing a satin bra and knickers with mother-of-pearl buttons.

He watched her hungrily as she slid out of the knickers and climbed back onto the mattress, guiding his pants off his hips. They kissed tenderly and she settled down on top of him, hips rising to meet hips. He made that same low moaning noise and she felt her body jolt with pleasure, hands roaming through his chestnut curls.

He made love to her urgently as the sound of bombs echoed outside. They moved together, breath increasing to gasps. His nose was running freely and he briefly sniffled and pressed it against his own shoulder to rub it. She kissed his neck and felt the expanse of his chest press against hers as he took a sharp breath. His body shuddered under her as he sneezed a restrained outburst, clearly trying to keep the explosion minimal.

Ngh-GHXT!

She moaned involuntarily as the spasm thrust him against her.

“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath. “Sorry.”

“Please,” she gasped. “Oliver!”

He sniffled thickly and then resumed with vigour until they both lay panting and shivering on the bed. He looked utterly exhausted but there was a smile on his lips. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“You sweet thing,” she whispered. “As if you weren't exhausted at the start of the evening.”

She slipped out of the bed with a blanket around her shoulders and found his shirt and socks and underthings on the ground.

“Best put at least your socks on before you drop off entirely,” she said tenderly, helping him dress before they both slipped under the quilts again.

She woke at some ungodly hour to the sound of nose-blowing and the roar of the 'all clear' siren. From feel, she could tell Ollie was sitting up in bed, straining to clear his nose with his sodden handkerchief. It was pitch black in the shelter and she had no idea how long they'd been asleep.

She managed to find the matches and lit a candle. Oliver sounded dreadfully congested and by the dim light of the single candle, she could see his nose was red and angry-looking at the edges.

“Oh, love,” she said, leaving the candle on the bedside table and climbing back under the quilts next to him. “How do you feel?”

He exhaled noisily.

“Rather poorly, I'm afraid,” he said hoarsely. “I hope for your sake it's not catching.”

She squinted at the wristwatch she kept wrapped on the bedpost. It was half-past four.

“It's still early but there's the all-clear. Do you want to get rugged up in my bed upstairs or stay here.”

He folded the handkerchief and tucked it at his side, snuggling back down beside her.

“That answers that,” she said, tucking his head against her breast. She stroked his hair and planted a kiss there. “Try to get some more rest, darling. I'll take good care of you.”

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tsgbatonrougelouisiana · 7 years ago

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3 Perfect Fall Getaways

BY THE SCOUT GUIDE

The Hotel Emma in San Antonio, Texas, photographed by Lilianna Story.

With summer starting to feel like a distant memory, now is the perfect time to plan a fall getaway. When planning a vacation, we tend to focus on areas where we can soak in the local culture, explore beautiful locales, and stay in a place that will make us feel pampered, so we zeroed in on three destinations that check all of those boxes (and then some) and asked the TSG Editors in those towns to share how to make the most of an autumn escape to their area. Here are our picks for a last-minute fall trip.

SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS

Why to visit: “San Antonio is a perfect fall getaway not only for the lovely, crisp weather this time of year, but also the creative indigenous cuisine, thriving local art scene, and multi-cultural activities that come alive because of our diverse city,” Says The Scout Guide San Antonio Editor Francie Mannix. Simply put, ideal weather and an abundance of unique attractions make this Texas town worth visiting in autumn.

Where to stay: Situated in a 19th century building that previously served as a brewhouse, the Hotel Emmaoffers comfort, luxury, and a completely unique experience thanks to its comfortable, eclectic décor. The historic riverfront hotel has 146 carefully appointed rooms, a handsome tavern and club room, and a restaurant serving creative, seasonally-driven cuisine.

What to do: “Whether you’re looking for a historical tour or the perfect margarita, San Antonio will deliver,” Mannix says. A must-visit is San Antonio Missions National Historical Park, home to the Spanish colonial missions (the Alamo being one of them), which have been designated World Heritage Sites. Also worth exploring is the nearby Southtown area, home to a plethora of local, thriving artists and restaurants, as well as the King William neighborhood, where you’ll find a beautiful mix of historic homes from the turn of the century. If you have enough time, drive 30 minutes to the Texas Hill Country and enjoy rolling hills with an assortment of hiking, German and BBQ joints, antiquing, and an abundance of vineyards in and out of the quaint German towns. For an evening dose of local culture, Mannix suggests jumping on a river taxi and taking a ride down the historic River Walk, hopping off at San Fernando Cathedral in the heart of the city to watch San Antonio: The Saga, a free video/art projection shown every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday starting at 9 p.m.

How to look like a local: “Men should bring their favorite pair of boots and jeans and pick up a Guayabera shirt in the local custom that they can purchase at Dos Carolinas, or stop by The Sporting District for a Tom Beckbe & Co. jacket and boots by Helm Boots,” Mannix says. As for ladies, “Bring your casual, boho chic dress or cute embroidered top that can be casual for the day and dressed up with cute pants and some stacked booties for evening. Layers, like a shawl or cardigan, will be useful here, as San Antonio can still be on the hotter side in autumn.”

NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA

The Windsor Court Hotel in New Orleans, Louisiana.

Why to visit: “There is always something going on here, no matter what the season,” The Scout Guide New Orleans Editor Taylor Morgan says about her hometown. “And like a lot of other locations, fall weekends are heavy on the football (here, that means the Saints and LSU) and festivals. Plus, now through 2018 New Orleans is celebrating its tricentennial, and in a city that never shies away from a celebration, that means events galore.

Where to stay: For a luxurious experience in an ideal location, check in to the Windsor Court Hotel. Featuring French-inspired décor, a decadent spa, and a top-notch dining option with The Grill Room, this locally owned downtown hotel makes you feel pampered the minute you set foot in the lobby. If you’re worried that sounds too fussy to be kid-friendly, have no fear—there is plenty of fun to be had by little ones. As an added bonus, the Windsor Court offers a discount to visitors who mention The Scout Guide when booking.

What to do: As mentioned above, fall brings a host of festivals to New Orleans, including Voodoo Music Fest(October 27 – 29), Po-Boy Fest (November 12) in the wonderful Oak Street neighborhood, annual art installation Luna Fete (December 6 – 9) presented by Arts Council New Orleans, and Prospect.4, a large-scale contemporary art festival that kicks off November 18 that will feature works by local, national, and international artists. For an outdoor adventure, you’re in luck—after all, Louisiana is the “Sportsman’s Paradise.” “Fall is hunting season, and people travel from all over to hunt here. Fishing is excellent, too,” Morgan says.“Lots of men spend the first night in New Orleans dining at a French Quarter restaurant like Arnaud’s, hit Bourbon Street, and drive across the river the next morning to go fishing.” If hunting and fishing don’t sound appealing, you can still enjoy the fresh air via a bike tour along the Lafitte Greenway. Of course, no trip to New Orleans would be complete without a few unforgettable culinary experiences. Morgan recommends having a meal at Balise, the latest restaurant from James Beard Award-winning chef Justin Devillier, or a cozy dinner at Meauxbar in the French Quarter before or after attending a show at the Saengeror Orpheum theater. And don’t forget to take advantage of the region’s fall-specific fare. “In New Orleans people live for months with R’s in the name because it’s raw oyster season,” says Morgan, whose favorite place to belly up to the oyster bar is Pascal Manale’s. “Fall is also Bourbon season, so make sure to swing by Barrel Proof, home to 288 whiskies. It’s the perfect late night spot,” she adds.

How to look like a local: According to Morgan, the hot label currently favored by locals for everyday wear is tasc. “They are the lululemon of local, and it is far superior. Everything is made of bamboo and it’s unbelievably soft,” Morgan says. “They have everything from golf shirts to workout clothes, so people can wear pieces as normal clothes and not just as athleisure.” Another beloved local brand is NOLA Couture, which caters to the well-dressed preppy gentleman with coats, ties, and more. Finally, to really fit in, bring a black-and-gold outfit to show your support for the local football team.

CHAPEL HILL, NORTH CAROLINA

Belted Galloway cows graze at Fearrington Village outside of Chapel Hill, North Carolina.

Why to visit: Home to UNC, Chapel Hill is a quintessential college town, which always feels like the right sort of setting for an autumn getaway. “The quad is really beautiful—the perfect place to crunch fall leaves while checking out the school—and a Tarheels game is a great way to experience the town,” says The Scout Guide Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill Editor Hopie Avery. Add in fantastic restaurants and wonderful shopping opportunities, and you have a charming destination just a short jaunt from the easily accessible Raleigh Durham International Airport, with the other two points of the Triangle nearby.

Where to stay: “I could go on and on about why Fearrington is a great getaway location,” says Avery of the Relais & Chateaux just ten miles south of Chapel Hill. “It has wonderful dining options, the best local book shop, and a great spa, not to mention fabulous retail therapy at Dovecote. Fearrington’s late co-founder, Jenny Fitch, is a local legend and really knew how to do things right as you will quickly see from the grounds and impeccable service and food, and her family and staff has truly carried on her legacy. Definitely explore the gardens and spend some time in the garden house. Do not miss breakfast, and come hungry!”

What to do: According to Avery, a stroll down Franklin Street is a must, as is brunch at Crossroads at the beautiful and historic Carolina Inn, a visit to 100-year-old fine men’s and women’s clothing shop Julian’s, a drink at the classic cocktail institution The Crunkleton, dinner at the bar at the lauded Asian restaurant Lantern, a trip to browse the finds at Whitehall Antiques, and a taste of nature along the Poet’s Walk at Ayr Mount (a scenic, mile-long walking trail surrounding a historic house) or the River Walk in Hillsborough.

How to look like a local: “Chapel Hill is a casual town but it is still the south, so aiming for a look that’s stylish and pulled-together with a little luxe boho flair will fit the bill,” says Avery, who says that her formula is denim, a pretty top, cute shoes, and accessories. “Be sure to pack a nice jacket or cashmere for layering, and always a bring a scarf,” she notes. If you want to pick up a few pieces while in town to look Chapel Hill-chic, Avery says to stop into Uniquities for great denim and a fun top, SOUTH for a necklace by the Carolina-bred line Twine & Twig, and Lark for a pair of eco-friendly Coclico shoes.

For more TSG Travel Tips visit The Scout Guide Travel Section. Don’t forget to TELL THEM SCOUT SENT YOU!

#TheScoutGuide #Travel #TheScoutedLife #tsgsanantonio #tsgneworleans #tsgchapelhill

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thelovelymachinery · 1 month ago

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The Doll Maker - Godd.

The Godd that created the Gods.

He sits, quietly hunched over his little wooden desk. His back pained but he won't allow his hands to stop tinkering at his next Creation, the next Faae to grace the World of Eozuspea with her presence.

His hands forever tasked to be tinkering at the forms of his daughters and their creations, doig his best to make them happy and allow them to have such confidence.

The Doll Maker works away. Everyone knows where to go if you need him. He is always hunched over his cluttered desk working at the porcelain figures of his daughters.

He never leaves his office, always sure to be exactly where he is needed and can be found. A permanent smile etched into his old and wrinkled face, contrasting with the beauty of what he is working on.

The kind, elderly Godd always ready to offer help and advice. His main goal always being to bring his daughters wishes to life even if it just leaves him in sorrow.

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thelovelymachinery · 2 months ago

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Whitehall - The Bottom Floor

Thanks @thecomfywriter for the interest in this.

This will include mentions of abuse, neglect, starvation, and murder. You will be walked through some of the bottom floor. I am so sorry that this took me forever.

The Stairs:

To get to the stairs you have to open the wall and as students rush through the doorway as quickly as possible as to not get caught and killed by the wall. Walking down the stairs you are hit with the stench of blood from every species the school holds. It's nauseating, the sappy scent of Aryd blood mixing with the spicy scent of Pheonix blood and the sour scent of Ekstraness blood mixing with the salty scent of Anadis. The stairs and hall seems perfectly clean but the stench of blood is still all you can smell and notice. The floors almost always have vomit on them and a child on the floor cleaning the staircase trying not to add to the mess. Simply being brought to the staircase was traumatic to the kids and would cause many kids to fall ill and potentially die.

The Hall:

There is only one hallway in the entire bottom floor. This hallway is circular and has rooms on either side, there are at least one hundred rooms connected to this hallway. The scent of blood is far stronger in the hall than in the staircase and unlike the stairs the blood and vomit hasn't been cleaned from the halls. It's the one place in Whitehall that isn't white which is disgusting.

The Rooms:

I don't want to go too in depth with each room so I will give you brief description of the most important rooms.

Room 158:

Room 158 is only mentioned by the other girls and Dion as The Narrator is not pretty enough to be brought down but gods does she wish she was. What she knows of this room is that the most attractive students are brought down to be touched and admired and hurt. The pain changes depending on the person. They're brought down to see and feel how good they are. The students always come back with tear-stained cheeks and incredibly sore.

Room 241:

Room 241 is the room that the students dread the most. All students have been in it and only half of them have exited the room. This room isn't dreaded because of the sexual assaults that occur like in Room 158 or the violence that occurs in Room 309 or even the promised death that Room 705 brings to the students. This room is dreaded by the students because it is where they are forced to take their closest friend's life. This room is where the Narrator lost her name and herself. She killed her baby sister in this room. Since that day she has refused to have a name or to even know her own appearance. This is the room that most damages the students. You die even if you're the one to make it out.

Room 309:

This is the room the students tend to welcome most. It brings so much pain, both physical and mental to the students but at least they are promised life and promised that their closest friend gets to live. At least they get to remain clothed in this room and the only thing to penetrate are bullets, knives, and swords. These students are most able to withstand this physical torture and leave close to how they entered. This room is where the Narrator first met Dulcinea and where she allowed herself to speak to the other girls, to put her heart on the line and her physical wellbeing.

Room 705:

Room 705 brings the students either dread or joy. This room is promised death which most students crave. This room is separated into many different ways of killing the kids. The most commonly used are iron coffins the students would be placed in stimulating the feeling of being buried alive. All of the ways of death are incredibly brutal and take the peace away from death for these poor kids.

And That is all I will share! Please remember that this is a very small amount of what happens in the bottom floor but is mostly the worst parts.

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Intro to my Insanity!

Hello, welcome to my blog, my name is Soleil. I have been writing for at least eight years but have only began writing seriously three years ago. I have only written and finished two books in the past (When I was nine or ten).

This blog is for my work in progresses, specifically "Pull The Trigger", "The Fates Angels", "Victorian Themed Murders", "The Goddesses Descriminated", "A families love", and "The Grim Duo"

I will be mostly speaking on "Pull The Trigger" because it is my current hyperfixation and I adore it.

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Pull The Trigger

Pull The Trigger is a series of books following characters in the fantasy world of Eozuspea.

There are six confirmed books in the series although they can read separately. The books are: Whitehall School For The Impeccable, The Line Between Life And Death. The Queens Blessed Daughter, The Guards Cursed Children, The Imperfection in Perfection, and End Of The Cycle.

WSFTI: The first book and the book I'm currently working on follows an unreliable narrator through the school as she slowly learns that maybe it isn't as perfect and kind as she thought it was. Throughout the story the narrator is struggling with feelings of inferiority and jealousy for a female classmate named Aurelia. The narrator is number two to her and doesn't feel as though she's memorable or even a person when compared to Aurelia.

TLBLAD The second book follows the narrator Victoria Ceridis throughout her life but specifically the torture and damage that the abusive dictator Tobias Archernar puts her through and the war she leads in order to end his life.

TQBD: The third book follows Victoria's daughter Pandora through her life from finding out the death of her parents and forced into her throne and crown easily. Not only does Pandora have to deal with the grief of losing her parents but she also must deal with betrayal, heartbreak, and confusion throughout her child and teenage years.

TGCC: The fourth book follows Alhena and her brother Adhara as they leave behind their children and families in order to hunt down and kill the God that put a time limit on Alhena's life and killed their older sister. Alhena suffers through unimaginable grief and desperation especially when she finds out who has been leading this god and sitting at his right hand.

TIIP: The fifth book follows Christine Ceridis, the most perfect, kind, and beautiful woman you could imagine throughout her life of pain, sorrow, joy, and heartbreak. You follow her as she goes through the neglect and abuse from her mother, the birth of her younger siblings, the initiation to the cult, and any other important event she may have.

TEOTC: The sixth book follows Devina Draetig as she learns of the cycle after her death and the fact that it was bound to happen and will happen for the rest of eternity. It goes through her and her twins conversations with their lovers as they try to end the cycle and the hundreds of attempts they make.

The Fates Angels

The Fates Angels is a series of Five books taking place in Eozuspea, the world of Pull The Trigger. Both series are connected but can be easily understood without reading the other.

Destiny Is Always Here: This story follows the main character Jainne Whitmire and her sister Jenalyn throughout their lives, mostly following Jainne. Jenalynn and Jainne go throuh struggles as orphans living on the street, being taken into Whitehall and eventually both getting married and finding families of their own.

Their Past Made Our Present: You follow main character Amabella Ivardóttir and her family of three containing her father Ivar and her older brother Elijah. The family lives in the Dictator lead kingdom, Archernar. They work to rise and eventually leave Archernar, only succeeding after loosing those most important to them.

Don't Forget To Live: Paloma and Valéria are a pair of sisters working to find a way out of thier controlling home to finally have a chance to live. Unfortunately their escape puts the girls in a worse situation.

Don't Take Death For Granted: Following Rosemary, a human girl who can not seem to die. She first fails to die during a freak accident that resulted in her families death and her later surviving a massacre and murder attempts leads to her to an attempt to find out why she can't seem to leave this life.

Spin Offs From The World Of Eozuspea

A Taireth's Promise: Following the most important members of the Taireth Family, namely Vienna Taireth, Morissa Taireth, Joelle Taireth, William Taireth, Arisanna Taireth, and Tsunami Ito. You witness as each member goes through their own struggles but in every way they make their family name stronger, bringing more wealth to the family.

The Ariti Sisters: Taking turns following each sister in the Ariti family you get to see the struggles they go through as they try to find their missing coven. From Whitehall to the Creahearth Palace the girls are far from each other. A different girl in each school aside from on, Medusa who was adopted by Queen Helen and King Vincent.

Health's Daughter: Following the life of Genevieve Veronesi-Kardeth through her childhood as a bedridden and sickly child to her rise as the embodiment and Goddess of Health after her Mother, Aurelia Kardeth steps down.

Luck Of A Bastard Queen: You follow Aereth Kaladar through her life. With her parental issues, her rebellious attitude that lands her in Whitehall and her love for a certain auburn haired elf that only grows, even after death claimed her heart. You follow her as she first becomes queen right as a war starts and as she ends her life as queen before the second war she takes part in is ended.

The Goddesses Descriminated

The Goddesses Descriminated is a book that follows: Aloran, the goddess of the Afterlife, and Emeila, the goddess of life and death. They are joined by Emeila's mothers Vale and Asher, the goddesses of Fire and Water, and Alen and Alec, a set of twins created by Aloran.

Aloran is visiting Earth for the first time and finally gets to see how Humans see her and Emeila. Emeila and Aloran both experience the cruelty of humas, it hurts Aloran's feelings and especially hurts her heart to see how her six year old niece is treated.

The Grim Duo

The Grim Duo follows the top Grim Reaper Dea Winslow who is a dark and troubled young woman that forces and scares her souls into the afterlife, causing them more trauma than they originally had. One day Dea is called into her boss's office and is told that she will have to start shadowing Taylor Osiris in order to learn how to be kind and gentle. The girls travel collecting souls and get to know eachother, eventually reaching a soul they can't control.

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thelovelymachinery · 2 months ago

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Witches <3

I love my witches so fucking much so be prepared for a (slightly) psychotic rant!

I'm trying not to give away too much lol so wish me luck!

Witches weren’t originally a thing. They were created by Nelaria’s magic gaining a mind of its own, sending some small sections of her magic to Eozuspea, the world of humanoids and mortals. The goddess's magic slowly finds the humanoids and watches how they interact. Craving the attention and relationships that the humanoids are able to create with each other, the separate sections of Nelaria’s magic slowly learn how to become humanoids. Starting from the exterior and physical body, the speech and finally the interior.

One thing they didn't seem to prepare for was how hard it would be to keep the physical and mental forms. Their struggles led to the humanoids struggling to accept them. The struggles of the Witches were that they couldn't retain the physical, mental, and emotional forms fully. Most witches are mentally or emotionally far younger than they actually are. An example would be Lydia Archernar who is Mentally three yet physically thirteen and Medusa Ariti who has the emotional regulation of a toddler yet is twenty two.

Due to the witches being made of magic and nothing else they need magic to survive. They can't live in a magicless world. If a witch moves to a magicless world she will either slowly begin to lose hope and eventually dissipate, her magic going into the earth making the world habitable to witches. If the witch doesn't lose hope she will eventually end up magicless, burning up all of her magic like a flame does a wick. Once a witch burns up all of her magic she will die as all she is is her magic.

Once a witch becomes pregnant the baby slowly drains her of her magic, making the pregnancy incredibly deadly. Unlike humans witches rely on magic to live instead of food and because they rely on magic the baby in their wombs gains their mothers magic from the umbilical cord which makes any babies they carry at least half witches, if the baby would've been half witch normally the child would be a full witch with the traits of a half of what their father is. Occasionally the baby eats up all of the mothers magic, leading to her death. Having twins is almost always fatal for the mother and having anything more has never allowed both the mother and babies to survive.

Now some goofy facts!

Witches have insane back problems because they store their magic in their breast (The men have big pecs, I find this all hilarious) (yes there is a reason) (It is a stupid reason)

Witches souls are their magic making it impossible to take a witches magic or place a witches magic inside another person (unless you're from Ceridis because they're above rules and like wtf dude?)

Witches are either blonde or brunette and they have bright magenta eyes or lilac eyes, it is caused by their magic and entirely depends on their magic strength and pureness. Even if a witch is part Pheonix or Elf or any other species with a designated hair colour or eye colour they would still almost always have blonde or brown hair.

Witches don't understand sexual or romantic attraction, they can experience infactuation and love. A witch has to either force or be taught sexual and romantic attraction. Occasionally witches are born with both but it depends on the witches pureness and generation. An example would be that Lydia June Archernar had to be taught by her husband attraction, he failed miserably and she fell in love with his daughter Katla but he technically still did it?

Witches can live off any and all magic, including godly magic and any magic from other worlds. The witches filter the magic and only get the positives with none of the negative side effects of the magic.

If a witch kisses you she knows all of the magic you know.

Characters you know or will know that are witches!

The Ariti Sisters - All of the sisters are witches (my favourite sister is Medusa or Nora-Elizabeth), Nelaria, Queen Evangeline Archernar and her wife and children.

Whitehall - The Ariti Sisters and the Archernar (og) Royal Family

Between Life And Death - Evangeline, Anastasia, Kessandra, Lydia June, Leilani, Nelaria

The Queens Blessed Daughter - Medusa, Sapphire, Catilline, Queen Evangeline, Queen Anastasia, the Archernar (og) princesses, Nelaria

The Guards Cursed Child - Amara, Nelaria

The Imperfection In Perfection - Queen Evangeline, Queen Anastasia, the Archernar (og) princesses, possibly more

The End Of The Cycle - None

A Taireth's Promise - Unknown currently

The Fates Angels - Unknown Currently

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thelovelymachinery · 2 months ago

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can you give us a rough layout of what the school of whitehall looks like? how many floors, architecture style, cool fun facts, how old, maybe classrooms or rooms in there, any special halls… etc?

Of course! One thing I have to say is that Whitehall changes drastically depending on what kingdom you're in. I will be focusing on Aberline Whitehall, the Whitehall that the story starts in.

Whitehall was the very first school on my world, it started as Mary Taireth began to teach the kids of her family and the children of the surrounding areas. It started as a very small school and was focused on teaching the students to survive. I do not have the year it was started. Its origins will possibly be featured in 'A Taireth's Promise'.

Whitehall is owned by GK and originated in Ceridis. Whitehall owns all of the schools in Ceridis aside from the very poor and unaccomplished schools.

Aberline Whitehall

Whitehall is the only place in Aberline that is an actual building and only has one room with soil floors and glass walls which is used to weaken the Aryds and torture them. The room is used as a prize for the Aryds and other students that need it to survive. The only time a student could be put in the room outside of it being a reward is when the student is dying.

Aberline's Whitehall is one of the largest outside of Ceridis and is known to be four stories but has three hidden floors under the school.

The very bottom building holds the floor the students are most terrified of.

There aren't any special halls but the stairs can either cause the children extreme fear or calmness and joy, depending entirely on the staircase.

The building is made entirely of white marble, as is every Whitehall building.

There are no windows in Whitehall aside from the mandatory ones and those are all blocked and covered in blackout curtains so the students can't see the sun.

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Elves <3

This will probably be slightly more psychotic considering I don't have this planned so enjoy!

First of all we live laugh love my elves, they are sweethearts. Second of all this includes mass genocide, war, breeding(?), and other terrible shit.

The elves were once a very joyful, welcoming, and peaceful group of people. They have long auburn hair that holds their memories for them and the brightest blue eyes allowing them the ability to see the injuries of someone just by looking at them. The elves were nomadic and lived on the island now known as Pilon, named after the fact everyone wants it and they're piling onto the beautiful island. Pilon was named originally Althylin by the elves.

The elves nomadic ways allowed them to learn to easily adapt to change which was useful when the people of North Arkane first found the Island. The North Arkanians really loved the beautiful, healthy paradise of the Island which motivated them to take over.

In the beginning it was just war. The Elves were not prepared for war and as the peaceful, healing people they were they had no way to fight back being easily beat. The North Arkinians took the defeated elves in as slaves. As they learned of the Elves abilities they learned to weaponize them and use them against the captured elves. They would cut off the elves hair to remove their memories of freedom and used their healing to help strengthen the military as they continued hunting the elves for sport.

The elves that hid and didn't allow themselves to be easily taken were killed, those that managed to escape made it to Wolna Kraina. Wolna Kraina allowed the elves to live in safety and reproduce only if they did as were ordered, didn't ask off anything, and wouldn't speak to the people of Wolna Kraina without permission and first being spoken to.

The elves were eventually hunted by not only the North Arkanians but by all people. The people of Brenfire and Erisine were the most cruel to the elves aside from the North Arkaians. The elves were hunted to the point that eventually there were only twenty fae living outside of the dictatorship disguised as a democracy of Wolna Kraina.

The other species of the world began to realize the near extinction they caused and to fix it they made laws that force the elves to have at least two kids before they can die or marry a non elf, the kids have to be pure elves. The kingdoms, starting in Creahearth began to create and open Elf Breeding Farms that the elves would be sent to if they are childless by twenty five or are to be put to death. In these farms the elves would be forced to have intercourse until the woman would fall pregnant with children. The mothers would be worshipped and treated as goddesses while they were pregnant and after the birth until she can be released, executed, or impregnated once again. The fathers would be forced to continue impregnating more women for the next nine months of his first woman's pregnancy and then be with her for the birth before being released or executed.

The elves have been slowly fighting for help with the help of the Fae who have been through this and far worse before. Currently Aurelia has risen to be the Queens right hand, a Queen in another world, mother of five adorable elf-fish girls and three adorable vampires. The elves have been slowly gaining more of a voice and have been getting safer.

Stupid Elf Facts To Lighten This Shitty Mood!

Elves all hate Vampires, Vampires haven't done anything to them, they just decided "Fuck you in particular" not actually, due to the difference in magic and species type they naturally don't like each other

Some Vampires and Elves like each other way too much but that's fine. (I'm looking at you, Lia and Aereth)

Elves are like plants, they need sunlight, water and soil to survive.

Elves sometimes bury themselves under the dirt and just hibernate for the year

Elves get really sick when they touch ink

Elves speak all languages from birth to adulthood. They can also read and write, with much challenge as they tend to be very dyslexic

Elf Characters You Know/Will Know

Whitehall - Aurelia Kardeth, Lina Schröder, Adara, and Mikayla, possibly more it is yet to be decided

The Guards Cursed Children - Alexa and Adara, possibly their families.

Health's Daughter - Genevieve, Isla, Jasmine, Magnolia, Zatannia, Lina, and Aurelia.

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Fae Species and Sub species - Ravenear

This is the first of many fae lore posts seeing as I have far too much lore for it to be just one post. This post will be on the many Ravenear Fae subspecies. The best way for you to understand how Fae as a whole are compared to other species would be that Fae would be like the title bird while Witch would be human. There are many kinds of Witches but really they're all the same and while there are many kinds of Fae and in reality they only have one or two things in common.

Let's start on the main main three kinds of Fae and following each kind will be their individual subspecies. We will introduce Ravenear first, them Illusionists, and finally Oracles.

Ravenear

The Ravenear are the darkest main kind of Fae and are the most prone to insanity and mental illness due to the way their abilities work. The Ravenear see, speak to, hear, and summon the dead, many and all of the first generation fae were convinced they were simply hallucinations and would be beaten or killed for their insanity and lies.

The Ravenear are the parent species to many of the 'deadly', 'scary', and 'unwanted' Fae species.

The Ravenear first gained their abilities after being blessed by the Life and Death Gods and Almighties.

The average Ravenear will have unnaturally bright green eyes, unnaturally dark hair, sickly pale and colourless skin or tanned and sunken skin. They can't keep weight on and tend to naturally look as though they're in between life and death or dead and casket ready.

Ravenear despite their death-like appearance they make you crave them, need them. Like every Fae they are nearly impossible to not want, to say no to, to not try to take as your own. They are beautiful enough that even the most loyal people would happily leave their spouses for them. They not only make you crave them but they make you crave the cold arms of death.

The deadly charm of Ravenear are designed to draw people away from them, to make them feared and untouched although it clearly didn't work well.

They Ravenear are most seen in Ceridis although they can be found on every inch of the planet.

The Ravenear are the deadliest and most honest of the fae. No Ravenear can lie unless they made a deal with.. it.

Ravenear Subspecies:

Succubus

Banshee

Kapvru

Zeytmali

Succubus

The Succubus are most commonly pure Ravenear. The Succubus are quite literally the second most dangerous creatures on Eozuspea yet also some of the least feared.

The Succubus were created by tired, abused and angry Ravenear. They learned to take their deadly beauty and use it to harness death, to use their bodies, their sexualities, to kill.

They're deadly charmers and see no reason not to kill. They're angry, yet they're patient. They don't kill anyone they choose to sleep with, they only kill those they deem to deserve it. The Succubus don't show their anger, they don't act on it.

They kill only when given orders or if it's absolutely necessary, despite it being the only way they survive.

The most common places to see Succubus are working the corners, in massage parlors, drug houses, and clubs.

You never see Succubus under their Kingdoms legal age. Succubus are breeded for sex and until they're at the age they can legally give it they are commonly kept at their breeders or pimps.

The Succubus have full control over their bodies and use that control to allow their bodies to take the form of their clients most perfect type.

The average Succubus naturally has dark, normally black, wavy or curly hair, eyes in colours of olive green, gold, grey, or a mix of all three.

Banshee

The Banshee are half Ravenear and half Oracle. The Banshee from birth are cursed with visions and prophecies of the deaths within their assigned family and they spend their whole lives hunting down these members and trying to warn them of the doom to soon be at their doors.

The Banshee are seen as the bringers of death instead of the messengers and warners that they are.

The Banshee are the most feared species on Eozuspea, no one wants to hear of their soon deaths and the upcoming deaths of their families.

The Banshee have soft, curly red hair, pale skin, and bright green eyes. They have soft features with no harsh lines, everything is soft and childlike. They have large bags under their eyes and tend to have tears staining their cheeks.

The Banshee can't speak any Humaniods languages outside of the Ravenear and Oracle languages, they speak in death and prophecy.

The Banshee are kind and heartbroken. They just wish to warn the family they were raised watching to stop them from dying.

The Banshee are most prone to depression, anxiety, and have the highest suicide rate out of all other species.

Kapvru

Kapvru are commonly completely pure Ravenear or half Ravenear and half Ceridis Human. The Kapvru are violent, deadly creatures.

The Kapvru are the most dangerous creatures on Eozuspea. They hold to no loyalties or morals. The Kapvru learn what is right and wrong only to use it to hide their deadly hobbies under perfect and sweet forms.

The Kapvru tend to have no particular appearance in common with eachother aside from their icy blue eyes. They hide with their appearances that are quite average to all other species, hiding their deadlyness beneath their average looks.

The Kapvru are the only Ravenear species that can almost always lie and are very proficient in it.

Unlike the Succubus the Kapvru crave the need to cause death and destruction for no reason other than power and joy. The Kapvru love betrayal and violence more than anything else.

The Kapvru are prone to suicide, sociopathy, insanity, and postpartum psychosis.

Zeytmali

The Zeytmali are commonly Ravenear that were bred with species under the cat and dog umbrella. They aren't considered dangerous or deadly, they are however considered sad and lonely.

The Zeytmali smell death on people and not wanting those people to suffer through the end of their lives alone they seek out to befriend them.

The Zeytmali are kind, overly friendly, and sad. They are the most welcoming of all of the fae and none of them can lie.

The Zeytmali tend to have hair and skin that matches the animal they were bred from, the only thing they have in common with eachother is the lack of human ears on two out of three of their forms and the claws they have on all forms.

The Zeytmali are prone to depression, anxiety, and attention seeking behavior. Unlike all other species the Zeytmali are capable of dying due to lack of attention or experiencing other severe side affects. They tend to struggle to take care of themselves and are incapable of living on their own.

Random dumb facts!

They have the shortest life spans out of all fae

The Zeytmali are the closest to each species

The Banshee and Succubus are found all across the world

The Zeytmali act as emotional support to Succubus, all Succubus have a token Zeytmali friend

The Kapvru are closest to the Banshee and they have strong hatred for eachother

The Succubus have a tendancy to despise carrots

The Zeytmali have intense fears of random vegetables

Characters you know/will know!

Whitehall School For The Impeccable: Destiny (R), Victoria Ceridis (R), Vincent Creahearth (R), Veronica Ceridis (R), William Ceridis (R), Eldur Archernar (S), Katla Archernar (S), Amaya Lovelace (S)

The Imperfection In Perfection: Eldur Lovelace (S), Katla Lovelace (S), William Ceridis (R), Vincent Ceridis (R), Florent Ceridis (B), Alexander Ceridis (R), Daphne Ceridis (B), Christine Ceridis (R), Tsunami Taireth (K)

A Taireth's Promise: Tsunami Taireth (K)

The rest are unplanned/unknown

S = Succubus

R = Ravenear

K = Kapvru

B = Banshee

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