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 Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 12:31 pm
 Ｍｉ-Ｙｅｏｎｇ Ｎａｍ " The Mute Siren "Peace Offering ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎My goodness this dude was such a baby! What was so bad about a little bit of water? As he continued to whine, the siren rolled her eyes with a smirk. ” Listen, Pinky. You need to get a backbone! I’ve been swimming these oceans for a couple months now - day and night. Sharks don’t like people so they tend to stay away from them. I’ve only ever seen a shark when I swim far AWAY from the shoreline. I’m not gonna be an evil b***h and take you that far. Just a little towards the reefs, that’s it. “ Mocking his behavior, Mi-Yeong also laid her head down onto the table pouting yet again. ” If you wanna chicken out, then go ahead. But if you do, this cute-cumber is gonna get sad and think that you’re just a dirty little liar. You don’t want that… do you? “ Okay, she was being a tiny bit manipulative, but it was for a good cause in her head! She absolutely loved the ocean. She liked to share it with people she was able to warm up enough to talk to. If he wanted to be one of those people, he was just gonna have to suck it up and slip into a diving suit! Plus, it wasn’t as bad as he thought; he needed to know the ocean wasn’t as scary as he thought it to be.
Laughing a bit, the girl sat up, resting her head on her hand as she waited for him to end his little temper tantrum. ” If you really wanna solidify your chances with me, you’ll think about doing it. I’m not gonna force you if you don’t wanna, but you did say the winner gets one wish. It’ll be just a little 10 minute trip tops! I’ll make sure you don’t get bitten or attacked. It’d just be nice to have a swimming partner for a day is all. “ Her voice was sincere this time, and not in the jestering manner like earlier. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎⑴ MOOD: Mellow-ish ⑵ COMPANY: Lucien ⑶ HOUSE: 1418 Doux Housing District ⑷ OOC:
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 2:10 pm
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Lucien sighed, drawing himself up, in a serious tone of voice he said,"If scuba diving will get me the booty, then damn it I'll do it!" he slammed his hands on the table for effect and then grinned teasingly at her,"You'll atleast help a guy out and wear an itty bitty bikini right?"he batted his eyelashes and flashed his dimples.
"besides, it's your wish! I HAVE to do it! that's how wishes work. Fae are stuck to their word, I hope you know."He leaned forward and took a long drink, they had almost finished off this beast of a drink, Lucien wondered how drunk they really were.
" I am awfully curious about why you lied about being human earlier? and why you refer to your fishy self as a swamp monster. You looked cute! you wanna see a monster you should.see me without my glamour"He shuddered, then blinked. He couldnt believe he said that, very few people knew what he actually looked like and he never brought it up. Puberty was a b***h for a Changeling but luckily he had had a firm enough grip on his glamour before he had finished the full change that no one but himself had to see it. He was not something anyone would want in his fae form, he had experienced that first hand. He cleared his throat, trying not to show how uncomfortable he had made himself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 3:53 pm
Ｍｉ-Ｙｅｏｎｇ Ｎａｍ " The Mute Siren "Peace Offering ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎Seeing as he was quick to put up with it put a little smile on the siren’s face. Although, the thought of having to put on a teeny weeny bikini made her wrinkle her nose. ” You wanna see me in one of those? There’s barely anything to show! “ She joked as she referred to her little bee stings. On a good day they were maybe like… a light C cup? But even then, she had gotten teased in the past or purposely mistaken for a pre-teen. Ugh! The comments were enough to make her blood boil. But now wasn’t the time to rant and rave over silly things like that.
Since there was only a small bit of their margarita left, Mi-Yeong took it upon herself to finish it up too. She didn’t know about him, but she felt like she was actually sobering up a bit. Being called out on her lie, she looked away a bit and gave a little bit of a shrug. Now, if she really was plastered, she would’ve just completely ignored the question and went on ahead with another round of shots, but with her mind more clear thanks to that dip in the ocean she actually had to ponder it over. ” I uh… “ Long lashed eyes glanced back at the crowd which started to grow more and more by the hour. This definitely wasn’t the place to discuss some serious business. For her, at least. Her gaze then turned back to her date, a look of uncertainty washed over her. She could trust him, right? ” I don’t think this is the place for some serious talk. But, I’ll be more willing to open up if we go somewhere more private? Your place maybe? If not we can literally do it in the back alley, I don’t care. Just not here. “ The more the crowd grew, the more her anxiety did too. However, despite the anxiousness she felt, a bit of curiosity laid there as well. What did he mean by monster? Sure, he mentioned having green hair, big ol eyes and pointed ears, but it couldn’t be that bad, right? ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎⑴ MOOD: Nervous? ⑵ COMPANY: Lucien ⑶ HOUSE: 1418 Doux Housing District ⑷ OOC:
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2019 7:56 pm
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Lucien raised his eyebrows"Honey you have plenty to show. And i for one would be happy to see it." He grinned at her
He was overwhelmingly curioous about what was so privatee that the needed to get away from prying ears. The fact that she looked uncomfortable almost made him want to drop it but curiosity was a strong irresistable thing when it came to the fae.
Lucien hesitated at her request to go back to his place. Him never bringing anyone home was more due to deep set issues. His home was his safe place, to expose it to someone and to have that person leave or reject him was something he never wished to experiance. Even under the influence he was still overly wary
"The beach is pretty empty, i promise not to throw you in if you want to walk the shore. Its beautiful out." Not waiting for a reply he stood and held out his arm for her."Its going to be okay," He said gently before leading them throught the crowd an to the door, holding it open for her.
He stepped out into the warm summer air, the smell of the waves sharply filled his nose, he may not like to touch the ocean but man did it smell good! Before they took off on the sandy beach he bent down and took off his shoes, he went to glace up at Miyo to ask if shed like him to take of hers but his gaze caught on the brutal self harm scars across the back of her legs. His stomach twisted, he quickly moved his gazed past them and looked up at her, forcing a grin he asked,"Want me to take your shoes while im down here?" His head reeled on what could of been the cause for those long ago scars. he clamped down on yet another powerful tug of curiosity. This was not the time or place, besides it was non of his damn business.
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2019 9:57 am
xxxx{ ② ωєєк тιмє sкιρ }
→ мσиםαч, αυɢυsт ⑬тн ←
םαч ① σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
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( ⑩ мσитнs, ⑤ םαчs )
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2019 9:05 am
Butterscotch Faerie Tales  "Willing zombies walk the streets
Golden age, dead century
Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res
Casualties of long and lost wars
Dead. dead. dead
We're a degeneration
Get it on
The same old song
Everyday it will be the same
Listen to the song that still remains
Under violent clouds we break
No time for healing again and again"Saorise ☥ O'Crom Saorise took up the umbrella, making sure to hold it over her new friend more so than over her. Rain was something she had known for all of her life; in the early days, very rarely had they ever sought shelter from the rain, rather they stayed out in it and let the water course over their bodies cleansing them. To get a bit soaked didn't really matter to her. "Promoted to friends already? I figured there would be a strong reason for me to like ye. And yer in luck, Anne, I happen to work at a bar. Captain's Deck is the name. Kind of a dive, but there's still some good alcohol, it is cheaper, and ya can get pissed easier." Was...was it actually alright for her to be speaking in such a vulgar manner with Anne? She seemed more classy than that, but then again she was willing to go to a bar in the morning and she had promoted a stranger to friend in the blink of an eye, so maybe she was a bit more loose than her wardrobe and manner would suggest? Hell with it, she wouldn't worry about such matters unless Anne actually brought it up. "Course, have to keep myself in check while I'm working. Few drinks here and there don't matter, but if I started drinking enough to have fun...boss be real mad and I don't think I could foot that bill." Well, she couldn't foot it on her own salary, but rarely did she ever have to pay for all of her drinks; most of the time she would let the patrons take a liberty with her here and there if they kept her well stocked in libations. But that was only when she was off duty...or if she thought she could make the patrons spend a lot more. Either way, it was for the good of her place of employment.
Upon reaching the deck, she opened the door for Anne and motioned for her to go ahead in. "Bit dead this early in the morning, but we'll have a couple regulars soon." But as soon as she stepped inside, she noticed there were already a fair number of servers. "One sec..." she muttered to her companion as she went to the back to look something up. She returned a moment later with a grin and a shake of her head. "Seems I wrote my days wrong. I have today off, so no inhibitions. Though...I wish I had bloody remembered, I'm not a morning person, to be sure." Still, if she hadn't of gotten up early, she wouldn't have run into Anne, and it was looking like running into her was a very fortuitous thing. Who said there was no such thing as the luck of the Irish?"Another mother's breakin'
Heart is takin' over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fightin'
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dyin'" Relationship: Single
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2019 4:26 pm
Agnes Talbot
ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪: Saorise
ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙: Weak; incapacitated leg
𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕗𝕚𝕥: Blouse and corset with black pants⊰≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈✾≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⊱
Anne chuckled when Saorise seemed surprised about her calling her a friend. “Seeing how swimmingly we’re getting along now, I don’t see why we can’t be friends.” At the admission of the bar name, her hazel eyes lit up brightly. That was a place she hadn’t heard in awhile, and damn did she miss it. Should she bring up the fact that she was just as well known to the older patrons there? Perhaps not, she enjoyed listening to her new friend describe the place. She was right in the best ways. “Sounds like the perfect place to be on such a dreary day. There’s no better way to warm yourself up, hmm?” A mix of heavy drinks and cocktails would be sure to leave her quite toasty by the time she left.
“Well, if you don’t mind I’d like to be the one to tip you some drinks during your breaks,” she added with a playful wink. At the remark about not being able to afford a lot she let out a small laugh. “You won’t have to fret today, my dear. I’m able to shill out enough to satisfy the both of us. I implore you to take full advantage of my offer.” She normally was against drinking on the job, but considering where they were, it didn’t seem like a terrible transgression. She also figured Saorise was bright enough to know her limits while on the job. Mostly she just really wanted to keep her word about a treat.
After entering the bar, Anne was quick to take back her umbrella and put it away. “Of course, I’ll be here.” Her gaze followed her friend for a moment when she excused herself, then darted around to see who all was already there and if her usual spot was vacant. No one recognized her yet, but for all she knew all her drinking buddies were dead or were still passed out at home. Forcing her mind elsewhere, she waited patiently for the woman to come back, taking out a handkerchief to wipe away the moisture that got her when she dropped her umbrella.
Anne pocketed the damp handkerchief once the woman came back. She had a big smile on her face, which was contagious even before she knew why. “Oh, how marvelous! I guess that means I get to keep your company the entire time. Come, let’s go sit down and order something.” Now that both of their hands were free, or one was for Anne anyway, she held out her arm for Saorise to take. Whether she took it or not, she limped her way to a table she was familiar with. She practically fell into her chair, letting out a sigh as she rubbed at her left leg.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2019 2:24 pm
Butterscotch Faerie Tales
Golden age, dead century
Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res
Casualties of long and lost wars
Dead. dead. dead
We're a degeneration
Get it on
The same old song
Everyday it will be the same
Listen to the song that still remains
Under violent clouds we break
No time for healing again and again"Saorise ☥ O'Crom She took the offered arm and followed Anne to whichever table she cared to pick. Seemed the leg was giving her problems, so Saorise was extra glad she could be a bit of support for her, even if that had not been her initial intention. She noted how Anne seemed to bee-line for a particular table, ignoring some of the available ones even though they were closer. Once they were settled in, she brought up her observation. "Yer a regular here, aren't ya? Got a favorite table and everything. Seems a might odd I've ne'er seen ye around before, have ye been away a while, if ye don't mind my asking? She was genuinely curious: she thought she had a fairly ok memory, so she would think that she would be able to recognize a regular, but she was quite certain she had never seen this woman before. Perhaps the woman had been absent for a while because of her injury; that would explain why Saorise had never seen her around, and might explain what happened to her.
The server was fairly new, and while she was experienced enough to know what she was doing and not be so nervous, she hadn't gotten a chance to learn what everyone liked yet. She made her way over to the table, and with minimal ceremony asked, "what you two want?" Saorise paid no attention to the brusqueness and simply replied, "startin' it off easy with Irish coffee, heavy on the Irish, light on the coffee." With so few people in the bar yet, the server went ahead and called the order back to the bartender, then turned back around to get Anne's order. Once received, she would call it back to the bartender before straightening up a few things while the man worked. The bartender had been there for a while, but he had wound up stuck on the morning shift, which seemed to have hardly anyone ever come in. Most of the people that came in so early weren't the type to have favorites or ask for anything exotic, they just wanted to get an early start on getting drunk. He knew Saorise to be an exception, though usually she was working, so she had to be a bit more conservative in what she drank, but apparently today the loon had decided to come in on her day off. The server came back a couple minutes later and put the drinks down before them, then hustled off to do who knows what. Saorise's Irish coffee was mainly Bailey's with maybe a splash of coffee, but that splash made it a breakfast drink in her opinion. "Thank ye for insisting on paying for us both. Don't know what possessed ye to do it, specially not with a strong drinker, but I'm not about to look a gift purse in the teeth."
"Another mother's breakin'
Heart is takin' over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fightin'
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dyin'"
Relationship: Single
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2019 10:19 pm
Agnes Talbot
ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪: Saorise
ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙: Weak; incapacitated leg
𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕗𝕚𝕥: Blouse and corset with black pants⊰≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈✾≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⊱
After a quiet moment to herself to ease the ache in her leg, Anne smiled as her gaze returned to her friend. “Indeed. I’d say I’m only a regular when I’m in town, but yes, I’ve been coming here for a few years now.” More like a decade, but there was no need to go into detail about that. “My recent absence has been a long one though. I was originally dragged to Malaysia for business purposes. Except being abroad reminded me why I loved to travel and couldn’t help but stop in the Philippines before I came back. I had such a splendid time but I’ve been away for half a year just about. I’m a little worn out, I must admit, so here I am to stay for awhile.” She really missed the city of Soleil. The vibrant beach town was always so welcoming and just quirky enough that she couldn’t see herself anywhere else for too long.
When the server approached them and seemed less than enthused to be working, the woman couldn’t help the cheeky grin plastered on her face. Something about young adults giving such brashness reminded her of her younger days... If she were already intoxicated she would’ve been unable to hold her tongue and been quick with a sultry quip. Alas, she was sober and simply enjoyed the curt behavior while their orders were being taken. “Just a Scottish Ale for me,” she said while giving a playful wink to Saorise. “Oh, and could I have mozzarella sticks without the sauce?” It was pretty much a traditional meal whenever she came in.
The order was called in and then soon after both of them received their drinks. After taking a large swig of her ale, a small laugh escaping her lips, she shifted slightly in her seat to better face her friend. “I wouldn’t want to be rude and have you pay when you helped me earlier. Besides, if I can afford to make last minute travel plans, I can guarantee you I can easily afford us to drink out the bar.” And boy she would if she didn’t restrain herself. Having someone to drink with was just an added bonus of fun.
The server returned to set the mozzarella sticks down then was quick to rush off. “Please help yourself, I was merely feeling peckish. Oh, but I forgot myself. You can ask for sauce if you like. I happen to dislike anything with tomatoes and always do without.” Anne grabbed one and took a bite. Once she finished swallowing she inquired, “How long have you been living here in Soleil, my dear?” She didn’t suspect very long, but she also could’ve moved in right after or even the same day she left and she’d never know. “Have you been enjoying the city life? The people?” There was a gleam in her eyes as she studied the woman, seeing if she understood what she meant. The city full of every creature told were just legends and myths. She enjoyed the diversity and was unphased anymore, but that was all thanks to her late husband.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2019 10:39 pm
Butterscotch Faerie Tales
Golden age, dead century
Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res
Casualties of long and lost wars
Dead. dead. dead
We're a degeneration
Get it on
The same old song
Everyday it will be the same
Listen to the song that still remains
Under violent clouds we break
No time for healing again and again"Saorise ☥ O'Crom Damn, this woman was tapping in to all of her weaknesses! Though to be fair, she probably wasn't doing that intentionally. "As ye can probably guess from my physique, I'm not one to turn down free food either." She really couldn't have cared less about the sauce: it was nice to have, but decidedly not essential, and really not worth summoning the server back over. Though it didn't take long for her to finish her first drink, and soon the server was bringing her a whiskey in a rather tall glass. "Bartender knows me well, knows I'm a whiskey girl." As for the questions that had been posed, "I'm absolutely atrocious with time, never can tell how long it's been, so people start thinking me senile. They may be right. Anyway, I don' think I've been here more than four months, I reckon." The gleam in Anne's eyes and the emphasis she put on people, made it seem like she was hinting at something. Could it be the abundant non-human population? Non-humans were all over the place, but she supposed there was quite the motley collection here. "It is a motley sort we have here. Never know when a...unique person might pop up, might even invite ye to a bar, or offer to hold yer umbrella..." She intentionally let the topic drop at that, curious to see if her partner would reveal anything about her nature, or start getting rather inquisitive about hers. While there was practically no way in hell that Saorise would confess to what she was, if Anne happened to have a supernatural streak, or at least an appreciation for the supernatural, Saorise might let it slip that she was not human. That was about all that she would let slip, if she could help it. "Met anyone of particular interest, or is that too much like gossiping to ask?" She wanted to know what Anne thought was unique and exciting about the people. Was she impressed by a mere elf, or did it take something truly exotic to surprise her? That would help her determine how confident she felt in revealing anything. "Malaysia and the Philippines, eh? I've seen them on the map before. Never been though. Hell, I've only ever been in Ireland and America. Much longer in Ireland, but I've been over here long enough to know a thing or two." Traveling might be nice, but she doubted she would ever get to do it: she had to be in her domain for work, just in case someone croaked.
Next thing she knew, she was almost done with her third drink. She might end up being a bit more social than she had intended after all, if the trend kept up. If that happened, hopefully they would both get drunk enough that they wouldn't remember a thing. Or maybe they would end up going home together and either decide not to talk about it, or find that they were such good chums that the supernatural stuff didn't matter. Well, one could hope anyway."Another mother's breakin'
Heart is takin' over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fightin'
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dyin'" Relationship: SingleMood: Curious
Ooc: Trying not to pose a torrent of questions...
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2019 10:44 pm
Agnes Talbot
ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪: Saorise
ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙: Weak; incapacitated leg
𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕗𝕚𝕥: Blouse and corset with black pants⊰≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈✾≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈⊱
The gleeful expression as Saorise dug in had her smiling. At least they could both enjoy themselves freely. “Only a fool would dare to. Cheers to a healthy appetite.” Anne gently tipped her glass in the air before taking a drink. Then soon enough the server had come to drop off the glass of whiskey for her friend who already finished her first drink. Well, she sure knew how to put them down just as she said. Maybe she’d be able to see how much she could really handle and they could have a friendly competition in the future. “Truly you have good taste. I was hoping to take it easy today, but now you tempt me to have a glass or two myself.” If she did end up with a few glasses, it would still be awhile. Anne was trying to pace herself, despite taking more than a sip each time.
With the mention of time, she could agree. Time blended seamlessly together as the years went on. “Perhaps you are, but so would I be. Four months is still a good enough time to get a feel for the city and get comfortable. I hope such is the case for you.” She would’ve liked to mention making friends, but decided to move on to the more interesting aspect of their conversation. “Indeed we do.” She wouldn’t pry, mainly because it wasn’t her business to oust anyone, although she would be lying if she said she didn’t want to know. “As it happens, I have met quite a few lively ‘people’ on my trip. One was a woman I met on the side of a road, dressed in white, and attacked my male companion. Odd as she was, I helped her with her misguided anger. She was thankful, though not nearly as much as my companion by the time she departed.”
Anne chuckled while recollecting the incident. It was her first ever encounter with a Malaysian spirit and it thrilled her. She always looked up local legends and such before visiting a place so she knew what to look for, usually to stay safe. Then she wondered if her current companion would be able to tell the supernatural signs in her story. “But you know… I have yet to meet anyone that interesting any time I’ve visited Ireland. A shame really that I’ve visited countless places, and still there are some countries where no one is worth mentioning.” Was that suggestive enough? Probably. She couldn’t help herself though. Taking the last drink of her ale, she beckoned the server to get another.
“Ah, but that’s rude of me to say. Here you sit with me and I find you exceptionally delightful.” She didn’t need to be that drunk before the flame in her gullet spilled forth from her lips. The curve of her mouth into an impish grin showed as much. “They’re both beautiful places. I enjoy the food especially when I visit, though perhaps not for everyone. Traveling has always been my cup of tea, but in truth, you’re not missing much. There is just as much to see here as there is anywhere else if you have the eye to see it. As long as you’re having fun where you currently are, then I think you’ve got it made.” She gave a playful wink as she took another swig of her ale. It was much quicker than she anticipated before her second drink was nearly gone. Blabbering and eating made her more thirsty than she realized. This time she was ordering more mozzarella sticks and a glass of whiskey to match her companion.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2019 10:48 pm
Butterscotch Faerie Tales
Golden age, dead century
Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res
Casualties of long and lost wars
Dead. dead. dead
We're a degeneration
Get it on
The same old song
Everyday it will be the same
Listen to the song that still remains
Under violent clouds we break
No time for healing again and again"Saorise ☥ O'Crom Some people tended to get spooked by spirits while others found the stories delightful: Saorise was neither of these. Ghost stories ticked her off. If there was a ghost around, sometimes they were just destined to be a ghost, but most of the time it meant that someone had buggered up their job and everyone else had to pay for it. "The nerve of some people, letting crazy spooks like that roam free. Doesn't Malaysia know how to deal with such matters?" She went to take another swig, only to find her glass empty. Thinking ahead, she went ahead and had the server bring her two glasses. That should last her a few minutes. She couldn't help but laugh when Anne admitted she hadn't met anyone "interesting" in Ireland. "And I reckon ye bloody well won't. Seems we're not so daft as the rest of them, showin' our colors to ev'ry lass or laddie who gives us half a gander. It's a downright shame to go parading about like a stuck up peacock. Rest assured, we still be there, but ye aren't about to see us lest we want ye to see us." She didn't care that she had basically just confessed to being a supernatural entity, the conversation was heading that way anyway and Saorise was starting to feel warm in the spirits. "No need t'apologoze, I felt like showing some of me self so I did. I'm not gonna take it as an insult ye didn't see us before, nor that ye see me now." She went to grab another mozzarella stick, only to find they were gone as well! Now there was a worrying thought: how much of all of this was her companion getting, and how much was going into her gluttonous gut? "I suppose ye be right, though I do sometimes get a might bored staying in the same places for so long. But I reckon' me lifestyle has made me more of a homebody than I used to be. Not that I used to wander, but everything seemed so much bigger back then. Well, 'cept for the people, they've grown a might bigger since then, but the world certainly seems to have shrunk." Used to be Ireland felt like it could be a planet all its own and she would never finish exploring all of it. Now, she had lived in two countries, and she was starting to get bored of both of them. When would her boss move her somewhere else? Somewhere more exciting?
She watched as another bowl of mozzarella sticks were brought out, "if ye be thinking ye can buy me with food and whiskey, then yer absolutely right. Throw in a pound or two of sweets, and I'm yer's for the day, to do with whatever ye want, except tell ye what I be." Despite the fact it had been over a century since a famine last wrecked her countrymen, they were still something that worried her. After seeing what a horrible, slow, painful mode of death it was, anyone who was willing to keep those fears away instantly earned a place in her heart. Well, she needed to show her appreciation, and there was one way she could think of to do it: entice her with a tale or two of the "people" she had met. "That woman ye met was nothin'. I knew a man, old and walked with a bad limp, but was spry as a grasshopper. Used to lurk around in woods and near villages, catching up wandering children. Never really gave them back either. Disreputable fellow indeed, but least he kept to himself most the time. This was back in the old country, of course, lots of curious sorts lurking bout there." Granted, she had never associated much with him, but she had talked with him a few times."Another mother's breakin'
Heart is takin' over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fightin'
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dyin'" Relationship: Single
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Butterscotch Faerie Tales
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2019 11:01 pm
Agnes Talbot
ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪: Saorise
ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙: Weak; incapacitated leg
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It was a bit surprising to see the way Saorise reacted at her admission of ghosts. It was unlike any other reaction she’d seen from anyone. That only intrigued Anne all the more. “Well, as it happens, they do have their ways. It’s only the living that can peacefully guide them to the afterlife so they have an array of rituals for specific deaths. However, if there is no family to do such rites they believe these spirits are born from sorrow and anger from not having a proper burial. Whether they have their own reaper, I cannot say.” Honestly, she had never given it thought about lingering spirits. If she did there would only ever be one spirit she couldn’t let go of, and she wished not to dwell on that. She had to hold herself back from grabbing her whiskey and chugging it.
Though Anne was soon laughing at the woman’s words about the supernatural. It was so prickly and so amusing. “You may be right, but I assure you none that appear before me have done it intentionally.” It had to do with her scent that for some reason gave everyone the impression she was a dragon. She didn’t know, but always assumed it was the trinkets she still carried of him. Her hand subconsciously moved to the keychain on her waist and cupped the slightly yellowed fangs that dangled from it. “Although I am glad to say that I don’t have to look very hard in this town. It’s part of the reason I love it so and have made my home here the past couple decades.” She nibbled on another mozzarella stick, her eyes wandering to the other patrons in the bar. How many of them were supernatural? Even if she had no sixth sense about them, she smiled at the thought of what could be drinking their sorrows away.
“Well, if you ever have the mind to travel, I’d be more than happy to accompany you if you wish.” Turning her gaze back to her friend, she tilted her head back slightly with a raise of a brow. “Though I’d never try to squeeze such personal information from you. I’d say I have you exactly where I want you. I am just as content sitting here with you and chatting as I’d be anywhere else. Ah, but I don’t see why we couldn’t visit the candy store later,” she deliberated with a chuckle. The sweets here were most likely not like the kind she had back in Malaysia, but they’d still do the trick she imagined.
What Anne didn’t expect was Saorise to offer her own tale of someone she met. Propping an arm on the table, she leaned in to hear all she had to say. Her eyes practically sparkled as she soaked up the details. “Fascinating. I wouldn’t imagine someone like that lingering about in Ireland. Such a person is still there, you suppose?” She wasn’t thinking about trying to search for them, though it may have sounded like it. “I’m always so curious about the different kinds of creatures hiding just out of sight. What it is that they do when no one is looking…” Disreputable actions or otherwise.
She let out a dreamy sigh and another little chuckle. “But I suppose nothing has ever been as exciting to me as much as when I married a dragon. That beast of a man has practically outshined anything else I’ve met. Though I guess my affections towards him is to blame for that.” She was wistful, but not sad. It had been a long time since his memory brought any form of melancholy. Nonetheless, she picked up her whiskey and downed the rest of it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2019 11:38 pm
xxxx → тυєsםαч, αυɢυsт ⑭тн ←
םαч ② σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ③①0 ◦
( ⑩ мσитнs, ⑥ םαчs )
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2019 4:22 am
 Tony✩Trace With: Zayid l Activity: Driving with Zayid l Status: Healthy l Relationship Status: Single Tony would grin at the other man and shook his head with an amused look on his face as Zayid climbed into his vehicle "Oh please, not a chance!" he stated with a chuckle as Tony began to drive to where he had in mind. As the Personal Trainer drove he let out a small laugh at the notion "With me? I'm flattered that you think of me in your off time when not training! Usually most people would prefer I didn't exist outside of our training sessions!" he joked back a little bit with another amused look before then letting out a small hum of thought as he pondered it for a moment "I've been fine, work was pretty rough today. I had to help a bunch of teenage boys learn proper muscle building exercises for their football team" Tony proceeded to sigh and shake his head "I'm telling you now Zayid, it...smells like young teenagers don't know what deodorant is! Working close with them all day I swear not one single one of them didn't smell like bad B.O!" Tony lamented to the other man before shaking his head once more "But other than that disgusting affair my day was good otherwise" ever polite and non confrontational, Tony of course never said a word to their faces but now with a friend from outside work he could vent his frustrations a bit more openly. After a bit of driving Tony pulled into the Captain's Deck before grinning at the other man "Alrighty, let's try and make it without getting too soaked!" Tony stated before quickly making a run for the door, thankfully once they were both inside there weren't many people in and the sound of soft jazz music filled the air. Tony grinned as he walked up to the bar and took a seat at the bar and sighed "I swear I love this place, it's nice to just come here and unwind!" he stated as the bartender made his way over and asked what the two of them wanted and Tony thought for a moment "I'd like a Blue Hawaii please" he stated with a small smile on his face, Tony was just craving something really tropical at this moment and that would really hit the spot for him.
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