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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2018 10:30 pm
xxxx → sαтυяםαч, נυℓч ⑦тн ←
םαч ⑥ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ②⑦② ◦
( ⑧ мσитнs, ②⑨ םαчs )
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2019 12:06 pm
[qoute="Cho-Cho Twain"]  "Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending." Once more they were back at Ceres's house, despite the continued presence of Nyx. With a potential flood coming, they knew that there wasn't really anything in Drizyrr's house which mattered, but Ceres had all of her plants to look out for. He had slept on the couch just to avoid another bitching session from Nyx, and it was a damn good thing he had done it too. All throughout the night, he had nightmares of his most recent ex-wife showing up at the lake, waiting only a moment, then rampaging through the city. He tossed and turned throughout the night, his body knowing it needed the sleep to fight off the last bits of the illness he had, so it forced him to stay asleep despite the onslaught. Long about dawn though, she reached the house, Ceres's house, ripping open the door and strolling inside. Drizyrr was hiding somewhere and Ceres remained up front to protect him. She launched her plants at the woman, but as soon as one hit, it withered and died. No matter what Ceres did, the malignant drow seemed to have a counter. Finally a team of spiders swarmed in, tying Ceres down to the kitchen table. The drow withdrew her sacrificial knife, "a fitting sacrifice for the Spider Queen," she remarked as she plunged the intricate dagger towards Ceres's chest. There was a loud scream in a voice that was familiar yet unknown to him, all it said was "SHE ARRIVES NOW." He awoke with a start, his body covered in sweat, and one of the poisoned daggers in his hand. Looking around wildly, he saw there was absolutely no one stirring. He hurriedly put on his clothes, then proceeded to the door to head out into the storm. He would need his full arsenal from home. Then he would head to the lake and face her down."Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Funds: $250Relationship: Courting
Mood: Terrified/Resolved
Pain: ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎
Ooc: So I know we talked about him basically crushing her spirit so she wouldn't follow him. We can still do that if you want, or he could just slip out. Either way.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2019 5:00 pm
 Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ The past couple of days had been somewhat peaceful, despite the storm and the complaining from Nyx. In all honesty, Ceres liked how the storm brought the three of them to be a little bit closer. It was comforting in a strange way. Throughout the night, the Dryad had mostly been deep asleep. That was, until the plants in her home began to mutter and whisper. The noise was enough to stir the the woman awake. Drowsy as she was, she knew something was wrong. Something was upsetting Driz. Getting up and out from the comforts of her bed, she made her way towards the living room, rubbing away the sleepiness from her eyes. ” Driz…? Are you okay? The plants told me that - “ Finally getting her eyes to focus, her gaze settled upon the sight of the Drow, fully dressed and prepared to leave. With a raised brow, she walked over to him with a hand gently caressing the side of his face. ” Where are you going? It’s a raging storm out there, and I don’t think your health is back to where it should be. “
While she tried to play off her worry, something still didn’t sit right with her. His skin was covered in sweat, and he looked as if he was trying to leave off in a hurry. What kind of matters needed to be dealt with in this kind of crazy weather? With a soft smile, Ceres took a hold of Driz’s hand, trying to coax him back to the couch. ” I think you should rest. If you need to leave, at least wait until the rain clears up. Maybe it’ll stop later on today? “ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Confusedxxx☆ company: Drizyrr & Nyxxxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2019 3:10 pm
"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending." s**t. She had caught him. He needed to get out and it needed to be now, but he couldn't afford to have her following him. But what could he do to make sure that she would stay at her home where it was safe? She was worrying, which meant that it would be hard to say he just needed to head out for a minute. And really, the more gentle he tried to be, the more it melted his resolve. He let her brush his cheek, it would likely be the last time that ever happened, but his hand quickly slipped from hers as she went to hold it. "There are some matters of great urgency I must attend to. Please, don't worry yourself about it. I will return once I have finished." He shrugged his coat on a bit tighter, he may have been used to a cold damp environment, but that did not include torrential downpours and floods. "I am sure you and Nyx can find something with which to amuse yourselves. I would consider it a great courtesy if you did not try to dissuade me from my course nor attempted to follow me." Even one as cold and battle-hardened as himself, even he could muster up a kind, warm, and gentle tone for his beloved, but not this time. Now his tone was cold and devoid of any sort of feeling. It was a tone he had used fairly often back home, but never since he had been in this universe. In the olden days, one who did not respect a command in this tone would be beaten. He would never lay a hand on her, but it didn't mean he would let her defeat his conviction. If she would let him, once more he made his way to go out."Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Funds: $250
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2019 4:04 pm
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Something was off in his usual demeanor. Something was different, and Ceres wasn’t sure if she liked the change. When his took his hand away from her grasp, her own hands clenched onto the bottom hem of her shirt, wringing at it nervously. His attitude, body language, and even the tone of his voice was all uncommon now. Had she done something to make him angry with her? She knew she could be quite annoying and needy at times, but she always made it known that he could have expressed his grievances with her without consequences. That’s how a relationship - a healthy relationship - worked! Her eyes stared at the floor in thought before she quickly took a hold of his coat sleeve. Even though Driz had said he would have returned when everything was done, the Dryad had a weird feeling in her gut. ” W-When will you be back? “ Large eyes filled with worry glanced back up into his crimson orbs, as if searching for an answer herself. ” You… You will come back, right…? People who tell others not to follow… usually don’t come back from my experience… “ Ceres had desperately hoped that this wouldn’t turn into another scar caused from abandonment. While Nyx had returned back into her life, that didn’t mean that Ceres was accepted by the others in her group. The sheer thought of just getting left again practically brought tears to her eyes. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Saddenedxxx☆ company: Drizyrr & Nyxxxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2019 4:35 pm
"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending." It would have been so easy to break down and tell her what was happening: that is most recent ex was here and she was intending on killing him. They could have run away to a new city with new identities, but what then? His ex would destroy this city and just keeping coming after him. He had at least another 100 years to live, could he really spend all of those on the run? And Ceres, she was ageless. Certainly if his ex caught him running away with her, she would continue the hunt even if he were dead. No, so that she had a chance at a good life, he needed to be gone. "I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. Goodbye Ceres, it was great while it lasted." This time he did not wait, couldn't wait. He quickly walked out the door and closed it behind him. Well, in a sense, he had told the truth. It had been the best thing to ever happened to him while it lasted, but he had known from the beginning it would only be temporary. Someday his troubles would return. Why had he ever thought anything would be different? Why did he think he would ever have a chance to be happy? He strode through the torrential storm, not really even noticing it. He armed up at his apartment then headed for the lake where he knew the b***h would be waiting.."Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Funds: $250
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2019 2:03 am
xxxx → тυєsםαч, נυℓч ②④тн ←
םαч ② σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ②⑧⑨ ◦
( ⑨ мσитнs, ⑯ םαчs )
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2019 1:38 am
"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending."Drizyrr ♞ Zaulyl It had been two weeks and two days since the battle, but absolutely nothing had recovered. For four days afterwards Drizyrr had been unconscious, with doctors fearing he might slip into a coma. By the fifth day, he managed to wake up, but he was not coherent at all, well, the only thing his mind seemed capable of grasping was that Ceres was with him. Contrary to all of his training and how he liked to carry himself, he ended up being a bit of a baby during those first few days of consciousness. Even when he wasn't particularly coherent, he wanted to know that Ceres was with him, particularly yearning to feel her presence beside him. It wasn't as if he would cry or make a big production out of it, but he would be restless and about as agitated as a barely-functioning person could be until she made herself known. Then he would settle down once more. This lasted for about two days (so six since the incident), then finally he was able to manage a bit of coherency with his consciousness. The very first thing he did was ask if she was ok. His speech was a bit slurred, and it took him seemingly forever to get the words out, but he finally managed. Next up was asking how Nyx was. He never cared for the woman, but she had been involved in the act of saving him. The evidence he could recall pointed to her doing it just because her sister had entered the fray, but he would give her the benefit of the doubt and assume at least a little part of her wanted to save him from a gruesome and extremely painful death. So when he got the news that she had died he was...deeply saddened. He felt a little sorrow at the fact that she was lost, and a little more at the fact that it was entirely his fault, but what hit the worst was how devastated Ceres must have been. The woman didn't handle loss and abandonment well, so he couldn't even begin to imagine how hard it was for her. And damn it, he couldn't even be that supportive for her, at least not yet. For the time, he was only managing brief stints of wakefulness spread intermittently amongst many hours of rest.
These feelings of guilt coupled with his desire to not put any more burden on her shoulders was why he never pushed to be released from the hospital. The place terrified him, and he never trusted the doctors, but he knew for the time being he was basically an invalid, and he didn't want her to have to take care of him while she was still sorting things out. So after a week and a half, he was finally released on the condition that he stayed somewhere that someone could keep an eye on him. It surprised him how long it took, but then again...he was practically an old man now. He was almost 600 years old, and his people tended to only make it to 650-800. Given he was only a male, and probably one highly despised by the Goddess, he was likely to be on the low end of that scale. Fifty years. That was all he could give her, but he would try his hardest to make those fifty years worthwhile.
Back to current day, he was definitely improving, but still not at 100%. He could get around on his own, but he never left the house. Worse, he was having a hell of a time figuring out how to do things with only one arm (go figure, he still had the arm with only three fingers). Sometimes he would get so frustrated he wanted to beat something to a pulp, but he knew no matter how hard it was on him, it was at least as hard on Ceres, and so he would calm himself and try to work the problem from a new angle. Still, he felt...lesser, like part of his identity was gone now, and he doubted he would ever get that piece back, unless he got a new arm that is. But they didn't grow on trees, and even if they did, there was no guarantee he could get something that would attach right and give him the same range of utility."Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Funds: $250
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2019 8:01 pm
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ The past few weeks have been an entire hellish nightmare. Ceres still couldn’t wrap her mind around that fact that Nyx was gone. Forever… Every moment after that dreadful night seemed to go by so quick in a blur. Even the days that she had spent with Driz at the hospital had become difficult to recollect. The whole time, Ceres put on a brave front, acting as if everything was okay when it was obviously far from the truth. She felt like she was dying on the inside. She hated that she couldn’t save Nyx. She hated that she couldn’t heal Driz all the way up on her own. She hated feeling so damn helpless. Hell, she was even starting to regret killing Matron! While the wicked woman completely deserve it, the Dryad felt as if she lost a piece of herself that wasn’t with her sister. Ceres wasn’t a killer… or at least she didn’t want to be. No one had to die, but when faced with challenging problems… urgent decisions had to be made.
All of the things that the woman had normal taken joy in just seemed dull now. For the first couple of days, Ceres had been put on bed-rest. After using so much of her power, she physically couldn’t do anything. Her body needed to take it easy, especially after almost turning back into a tree! Once she finally had enough energy, the first thing she did was put every single plant in her home outside. It was completely unlike her, but she couldn’t take it. Not the whispers. Not even the words of comfort that they had tried to offer. Ceres just wanted silence. Days had been spent mainly in bed, weeping away the hours, or even staring at the wall. The poor thing hadn’t even had a decent appetite for anything. Her food portions grew smaller and smaller each passing day to the point where, towards the last couple of days, she had just been consuming water. Ceres only just started to eat a tiny bit once Driz had been discharged from the hospital.
As soon as he was back, so was her facade of being generally okay. He could probably see right through her, but she still diligently put up this fake positive attitude. However, there were a few moments where she had slipped up. Even before Driz had came home, Ceres had kept her house dark as soon as she had put the plants up. There wasn’t really much that had much meaning to her anymore besides her one armed fiance. In the current day, she had been sitting in her room, holding onto the doll that the mysterious woman had given her that night. Who was she to Driz? Why did she have this old doll? Ugh, she couldn’t really figure things out, not with her mind racing with multiple thoughts these days.▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Numbxxx☆ company: Drizyrr xxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2019 1:49 pm
xxxx → ғяιםαч, נυℓч ②⑦тн ←
םαч ⑤ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ②⑨② ◦
( ⑨ мσитнs, ⑲ םαчs )
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2019 6:58 am
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ The past few days were still hard on the Dryad. She still had not fully recovered from the death of her sister. Ceres tried to remain strong, not only for herself, but for Driz. He was going through his own hardships, and didn’t want to add onto that heavy load on his shoulders. Trying to act like her old cheery self was difficult, but she pushed herself to do it. Without that facade of happiness, she knew for a fact that she’d crumble under the emotional turmoil she was going through in her head. ” Just keep smiling… Everything will be fine if you just… keep smiling… “ The woman thought over and over, trying to convince herself that just being happy would fix everything… right? The usual early bird had slept in today, ignoring the alarm clock on her nightstand and even the few plants that she had let back inside her home. Repeatedly pressing the ‘snooze’ button and then eventually just covering her head with her pillow, the Dryad refused to get out of bed until an hour had past.
What time was it even? Her mind was all over the place that the concept of what day it was and the time had gone over her little head. All she could remember was that it had been raining super hard the past couple of days. ” Ugh… Let me get up… “ She grumbled to herself and sat upwards, hair a flaming mess and dark bags under her eyes. The poor thing had developed nightmares and night terrors after that dreadful day, so sleeping wasn’t really a thing she could actually do in peace. Lazily getting onto her feet, Ceres dragged her feet as she had made a few steps towards the window. She had gently peeled the curtains back just to get a peek outside. To her surprise, it wasn’t raining! There were a few clouds, but none of them looked like they’d cause a downpour anytime soon. Maybe it do her some good to get fresh air? While the idea was tempting, her mind kept her inside. Hell, she hadn’t even been to work in weeks! She wouldn’t be surprised if she was fired at this point.
Pushing the curtains back in place, Ceres began to exit the bedroom and slowly made her way downstairs. Normally, this would have been the time to devour everything in her fridge, but lately… her appetite hasn’t been the same. Food didn’t seem as good anymore. It was bland and tasteless to her, besides, her stomach didn’t seem like it was up for the job. Ceres was basically a plant. She needed to be out in the sun, yet she refused to go out. Like most plants, she was deteriorating bit by bit each day. Only eating barely one meal a day made her smaller and a bit weaker. She barely talked unless Driz spoke to her first, so her voice was soft and almost as audible as a hushed whisper. Despite her condition, she’d still muster up a smile for Driz, and only him. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Numb | Sick?xxx☆ company: Drizyrr xxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2019 2:43 pm
"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending."Drizyrr ♞ Zaulyl He had improved greatly over the past few days, at least physically, though he was still having a hell of a time getting used to only having one arm. Hell, the act of nearly dying and being partially the cause of his ex-wife’s death didn’t take a toll on him particularly: the b***h deserved it, and he had been nearly killed plenty enough times in the past that it was not a shocking turn of events. However, day by day he was growing more and more worried about Ceres. He hadn’t expected her to be her normal self yet, far from it, and the fact that she was trying for him was quite endearing, but her physical condition was visibly deteriorating, and he was quite certain that her psyche was wearing thin as well. Helping someone through loss was a new experience for him; back home you just dealt with it quietly on your own lest a neighbor (or a sibling) smell weakness and assassinate you. But this place was not like home, and Ceres was definitely not like the drow nobility he had known. First things first, while helping her get on better mental footing would take the longest and definitely needed to be done, it wouldn’t do a bit of good if she wilted to death; so he needed to work on getting her back into better health. Perhaps getting her to go out into the sunlight would help out? After all, she was kind of a plant, and most plants needed sunlight. For that matter, as far as he could recall, she had always kept her home bright and open, and preferred to be outside most of the time; she had just started keeping things darker out of concern for him. Well, now it was time to pay her back in kind: today, he was going to go out with her in the blazing sun. He started rummaging for a heavy cloak or something of the sort to keep the sun off of him, and grabbed his sunglasses while he was at it.
Faintly he could hear Ceres moving around upstairs, ever so slowly moving about her room, and then making her way downstairs. He waited for her at the bottom of the steps, catching her in an embrace as soon as she got down. As he pulled back, he planted a gentle kiss on her lips. Bringing his hand up to gently caress her cheek, he finally verbally addressed her, ”Good morning, my love. Did you sleep alright?” Judging by the dark circles, the answer was no, but it would have been rude not to ask, right? ”I hate to be a bother, but I was wondering if you could help me with something today. I have a few poultices and such I need to make, but it seems I’ve run out of the herbs I need. I’m sure you know better spots to find them than I do, besides…I’m still having some trouble adapting to…” He just couldn’t even mention losing the arm, it still haunted him and the phantom pain wasn’t just physical. ”…adapting, so it would probably be more efficient if you helped me with picking the plants. With my luck, I’d probably destroy whatever I was trying to get.” He hated thinking like that, but what was more important was making Ceres feel just how much of a help she was, make her see how much he needed her in order to live."Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Relationship: Engaged
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2019 2:53 am
xxxx → sαтυяםαч, נυℓч ②⑧тн ←
םαч ⑥ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ②⑨③ ◦
( ⑨ мσитнs, ⑳ םαчs )
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2019 7:18 pm
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ As the next day rolled in, Ceres was in deep thought for a majority of the night, and almost early into the next morning. Yesterday, it seemed like Driz tried his hardest to get her to feel better and actually go outside. He was all prepped and ready to go, but the second the two had opened the front door, the Dryad panicked. She had been so used to being in her house and in the dark that she, a sun lover, was dreading on going out. She didn’t even step so much as a toe out the damn door before she retreated anxiously. Ceres was scared. What if his ex-wife really didn't die? What if there were reinforcements just waiting for them outside of her home? While all of those ideas were highly unlikely, her anxious mind wouldn’t ease up. Honestly, she felt bad. Driz probably made these plans for her benefit and she completely blew it off and pretty much made the excuse of being too sick to go out. Well, not today! That whole ordeal had bugged her into slight determination. If he wanted her out in nature, then she’d do it for him!
Ceres had slept in again, but at least this time when she actually woke up, she had a slight pep in her step. Hell, she even went as far as to try and look presentable which was a bit difficult to do. A few weeks ago, while he was still in the hospital, the poor girl had a breakdown and nearly threw out everything she had. It took her almost and hour to find something to wear, but she found a decent looking sundress that had surprisingly survived the intense spring cleaning she did. Grabbing the dress, she managed her slink her way into the bathroom, but paused on turning on the light. What did she even look like now? She had avoided all mirrors up until now… Yikes. The second the lights were flicked on, she nearly gave herself a heart attack! ” Oh geez, I look dreadful! I’m basically a walking corpse, almost! “ The woman thought as she took a closer inspection at herself. Her dark circles were horrible and it was easy to tell that she had lost a bunch of weight. Not enough to look emaciated, but enough to where the dress definitely wasn’t going to fit as good as it used to. Not to mention her hair looked like a family of birds and squirrels were living in it. Plus, her skin wasn’t as bright and glowy like usual. It was dull and rather pale - perhaps due to not being in the sun constantly like she normal was. Driz was engaged to a garbage person! ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Determined | Nervous?xxx☆ company: Drizyrr xxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2019 10:17 pm
"Night never ending
The weapons we bring are our souls
You know, You know
You know what it means to feel real
So rise up, claim the sky
We fight, We fight
Night never ending."Drizyrr ♞ Zaulyl His fairly straightforward plan for getting her out of the house yesterday had nearly worked, but at the last second she began to panic and retreated back into the house. On the one hand, he really couldn’t blame her: she had suffered from a trauma, and she was just trying to stay somewhere she felt safe. On the other hand, her health couldn’t take much more of this hiding. He spent the whole night wracked with worry, his only relief was finding new ways to get her to go outside. He came up with many convoluted plans, but each one seemed so flimsy when he thought it all of the way through. In the end, he realized there was really only one solution that had any strong chance of working: being completely honest with her. If he told her how worried he was and how guilty he felt, he might not assuage her fears, but at least she would know how important it was that she got better. He had hoped once his mind settled on a plan, he would finally get some rest, but his mind had other plans. Sometime in the early early morning, he felt a dull throbbing pain in his arm, or rather, in the space where his arm should have been. He had heard about this from more experienced soldiers, but the concept had always seemed so strange. But now that he felt it, he realized phantom pain was a rare form of torture indeed. It was a pain that he could not heal, for there was nothing amiss. His brain knew there was nothing there, yet it was panicking because there was nothing there. It would have been a fascinating paradox to study if it were not happening to him. He gave up trying to sleep as the first rays of dawn filtered in from around the curtains. With nothing better to do, he went ahead and started tidying up around the house. At first, he was only doing things that made little noise, such as washing dishes and a bit of dusting, but as soon as he heard her get up, he finished up working downstairs. By that point, he was tired enough that resting in a chair with a glass of orange juice sounded wonderful. Opening the fridge, he was horrified by what he saw: absolutely no fruit juice or even any alcohol, just a few bottles of water. That was it. Today they were going to go to the grocery store no matter what. Well, ok, it wasn’t the worst crisis ever, there was a lemon sitting on the counter. It was starting to turn, but that wasn’t enough to stop the greedy little drow from consuming it with such glee, even if the sourness nearly made his eyes water. Fruit was a gift of the gods, and he would never squander such a gift."Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain
Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey
And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath
Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew
As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast" Relationship: EngagedMood: Tormented/Determined
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