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 Posted: Thu May 23, 2019 9:05 pm
 Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Taking a few moments to herself to get all spruced up -- or at least attempt to look decent -- Ceres went ahead and took a quick shower before slipping herself into the loose fitting sundress. The shower definitely helped defeat her squirrel’s nest looking hair, but it didn’t do much for the rest of her appearance, unfortunately. Getting a closer gander at her attire, a small frown was left behind on her face. How much weight did she actually lose? Even though she had wanted to lose more weight in the past, she was just now realizing how odd she looked. She didn’t like it -- she hated it. Honestly, the poor girl would’ve started crying if she didn’t have priorities and goals for the day. Instead, Ceres just took a deep breath, gathered whatever composure she had left and just headed on downstairs. Already she could easily tell that Driz had tidied up the once messy home.
Her mind already was starting to make her feel guilty. He lost a whole arm, yet he was doing a lot more than she could at the moment, despite his condition. ” I’m such a burden… He’s gonna work himself too much if I just keep being all… gloomy… “ The Dryad thought with another frown pulling her face down. Wait… What was she thinking?! Whatever feelings she had dragging her down needed to go! Well, at least for today. She gave her head one good shake to clear her mind before stepping into the kitchen. Tired looking eyes latched onto the sight of Driz… sucking on a lemon? Did he mistake it for an orange? WAS HE GOING COLOR BLIND NOW? Surely he knew it wasn’t his beloved fruit.
” Um… good morning? Isn’t that too sour, dear? “ The woman spoke with a soft voice. Oh well, if he wanted to eat a lemon, who was she to stop him. Giving up the best smile she could, Ceres walked over to the fridge thinking there was something small to eat. However, upon swinging the door open it was practically empty. Only things left were water and just a few random things of condiments. YIKES! They were in dire need of some food. ” No wonder he’s eating a darn lemon! There’s no food! “ Some kind of fiance she was! Why does he want to marry her anyways? Maybe in the past she was a functional adult, but now she was a hot mess. The only thing she was capable of doing well was crying, moping around, and withering away like a neglected flower. She felt absolutely useless now. With the negative thoughts swarming her brain, the Dryad couldn’t help but cry like the baby she was. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Sadxxx☆ company: Drizyrr xxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2019 12:34 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 Eating a plain lemon was a little rough, but he had lived off of field rations before, so it was nothing even his aged stomach couldn't handle. Didn't compare to an orange though...oh well, he could get some later. He could see the look of confusion she was giving him as soon as her eyes caught sight of him snacking on a lemon as if it were one of his precious oranges. Yeah, he would need to explain that... "Good morning, love. You look particularly lovely this morning." She was heading straight for the kitchen, an excellent sign that things had gotten better, except, wait, oh no...there wasn't much left in there except condiments and water. s**t, here she was starting to improve and he was not being nearly as supportive as he was supposed to be! Losing an arm was no excuse! He was to be her husband eventually, and a worthwhile husband always made sure that his wife had everything she could ever want and lived in as much luxury as possible. After how horrible his proposal was, he found it hard to believe that she would still be willing to associate with him, much less continue loving him. His fears were confirmed when she started crying. Damn it! How could he fail so horribly? Maybe he did need the rigid structure and harsh regulations that his ex-wives had put him through... "Ceres please, don't cry. I was going to head out today anyway, I can do the shopping. I just didn't want to leave while you were still asleep." He was holding her tightly in his arms. It probably would have been more comforting if he were a bit bigger than her, so that she could easily bury her face against his chest, but no, they were the same height. So her head was resting on his shoulder if she would permit it. Though it likely didn't seem like such a grand gesture, for Drizyrr, exposing his throat like that was a huge sign of trust. With them so close, it would have been hard for him to defend against an attack, but he would put himself out there for her.
"What do you think, maybe in a little while we can head out and get groceries? You know how absolutely useless I am with technology, I don't know how I ever manage to get anything right without your help. Besides, three arms are better than one, right?" He hated bringing that up, but he needed to find a way to get her out into what little sunlight they were getting today, and if he had to make himself out to be pathetic in order to accomplish this goal, then he would do it. Though the way it made it sound like he was weaseling out of his faults was highly disconcerting. At some point, he would need to apologize once more for his failings."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: Mon May 27, 2019 7:29 pm
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ She honestly felt like such a brat for crying over nothing majorly serious, but she still couldn’t help it! As Driz wrapped his arms… erm… arm around her, the Dryad was able to calm down a little bit by nuzzling her head downwards into his neck. His familiar scent also helped ease her troubles away. After a few moments, Ceres was able to finally get a hold of herself, lifting her head up just to wipe her tears away. ” S-Sorry for being a baby… I guess I’m just stressed… “ The girl was just a stressed out wilting little flower. A bit of sunshine and fresh air would definitely help alleviate some of that pent up frustration and any other depressive thoughts. Stepping back for a moments, she reached over onto the counter and ripped herself a piece of paper towel to clean her face real good. Nobody liked someone with a snotty nose and runny eyes! ” We definitely need to take a trip to the grocery store. We’ll end up eating each other, although, I’d probably let you eat my leg or something first. Hopefully I’m not as sour as a lemon, though. “ Kind of a… strange morbid thought, but she had hoped it had brightened the mood slightly. Honestly, if it really came down to it, Ceres wouldn't be opposed to losing a limb to feed a loved one. Maybe she might actually taste good? ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: Sadxxx☆ company: Drizyrr xxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc: Sorry if it's shitty posting...
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2019 12:18 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 For a moment, his brain reminded him of the many different pressure points located in the neck and head that could be pressurized in order to knock an opponent out, but the thoughts faded as quickly as they came. If there was anyone he would willingly let kill him, it was her; so if she wanted to take him down via pressure points, it was her prerogative. "You don't need to apologize. You are under a lot of pressure, and it would be idiotic of me to expect you to be unaffected by this. I think I would be more worried if you took this well, that wouldn't be very much like my belovèd Ceres." He didn't even pay attention to the tears and snot that had soaked into his clothes, all that mattered was that she felt she was at a point where she could pull herself together and go out. Her next comment was decidedly morbid, but given present company, it fit right in. "Mmmm...cannibalism, it's been ages since I've done that. We could probably start off with some finger sandwiches, though it looks like someone already snuck a few bites." He would willingly lose a few limbs if it was for her survival, though if they both made it out of the ordeal, she would end up having to take care of him, so it sounded like she got the raw end of the deal. Of course, there was always an annoying cactus who could be sacrificed first, he totally wouldn't mind dying so that Ceres could live, right? Or at least, that would be what he told her if it ever happened.
Before they headed out, Drizyrr made sure to grab the sunglasses, which were easy enough to slide on with one hand, then grab a light jacket. The jacket was quickly proving to be a problem: no matter what he tried, he couldn't manipulate it and get his arm through at the same time. "I am tempted to just forget about the jacket and take my chances..." More likely than not, he would burn up like oil in a hot pan, but was that really worse than the overwhelming heat?"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: Hopeful
Pain: ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎
Ooc: There. Now it is fixed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2019 6:46 pm
xxxx→ тнυяsםαч, sєρтємвєя ⑥тн ←
םαч ④ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ③③③ ◦
( ⑩ мσитнs, ②⑨ םαчs )
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2019 10:04 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 Staying out in the rain like he had a couple days ago wasn't really the best of ideas for someone from another universe or someone his age. He hadn't gotten particularly sick or anything, but he didn't feel at his best either. Still, at least he had gotten to know another elf, one who was accustomed to benevolent drow. In Driz's universe...well, their interactions usually consisted of killing each other and/or torturous interrogations to find out where the rest were. Hence why he had been so surprised when the moon elf, Ayluin, had been interested in speaking with him, and had at no point gone for a weapon. It was strange to say the least. Yesterday hadn't been anything of note, so it seemed like things were settling down once more, and maybe he could live in peace for a while yet. Last night proved that might not be the case. With Ceres held tight against him, he could withstand the nightmares, even the worst causing him to only hold her a bit tighter, but last night a dream had forced its way into his mind, and no matter what he did, it refused to dissipate or alter. When he awoke in the morning, he could still remember vividly everything that had happened. An ethereal spider balanced daintily upon a web in so many hues in nearly made him sick. A closer look revealed that the colors were not stationary, no, they were moving scenes, like a movie, always moving towards the center. The spider raised a foreleg, catching his jaw and forcing him to look up into its multifaceted eyes. "In the morning I arrive. Consider this my invitation." Then the spider waved its foreleg in a signal of dismissal, and the whole scene faded to a black that not even he could see through. While the words had been rather cold, the voice was familiar: it was the voice that had warned him of Malevolent's arrival, it was the voice of his oldest daughter, Malstra.
He awoke immediately after the dream and could not seem to fall back asleep, so he went ahead and started tidying up in the furthest part of the house, never making a sound despite the protests of arthritic joints nor turning on the lights, for he was a drow and the drow were experts at stealth in darkness. What portents Malstra would bring he did not know, but she had helped him out before, had even been fairly pleasant to Ceres, so she wasn't going to do anything too evil, right? He didn't doubt that she had some ulterior reason for visiting, sentimentality was a sin in their culture, but hopefully she wouldn't command him to return or carry out murders or something."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: Thu Nov 07, 2019 6:12 pm
 Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓxxx Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ ❀ The Protective Dryad ❀ Dryad Form: ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ The past day or so, Ceres had been more of a lazy home-body than anything else. She took a few days off for a mini vacation and spent most of her time indoors. She was either tending to her plethora of house plants, or snacking and watching TV. Not being as active as she used to be definitely helped her a little bit in regaining some of the weight she lost after losing her sister. Last night was no different. Most of Ceres' day was spent either eating or sleeping. Very lazy and not much like the old her, but it was better than her cooping herself up in her room and practically wasting away. She must've been in a deep level of sleep, because she hadn't notice any of Driz's subtle movements, or even him holding her tighter. However, she did notice the lack of body heat after he had left the bedroom.
Forcing herself to open her eyes, the sleepy Dryad slowly arose from her laying position, only to be greeted with an empty bed. " Now where did he go? " She wondered curiously while releasing a long yawn. It took her a little while, but she finally managed to gain enough strength to roll herself out of bed and head towards the living room. None of the lights were on in the house, so Ceres had to carefully feel her way around in hopes of not tripping or falling down the stairs. However, seeing as she wasn't really all that graceful in the darkness, she did end up falling onto the couch, landing face first into the bottom cushions. " Driz dear...! Where are yooouuuu. " Ceres called out in her groggy voice. She didn't even sit up on the couch, she just laid there trying to keep her eyes from closing anymore. If Driz could see her, she was still just wearing her usual PJs - baggy shirt and some fuzzy pants, while her hair was all in a messy bun. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
☆ mood: sleepyxxx☆ company: Drizzy~xxx☆ house: 1118 Etoilexxx☆ ooc:
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2019 7:01 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 could hear her coming down the stairs, and given how slow she was going and the almost shuffling nature of her steps, he was quite certain she was still practically asleep. He turned around just in time to see her flop onto the couch. As he made his way towards the couch, he couldn't help but give a slight smirk, how had she even managed to get all of the way down the steps? Sliding onto a perch on the couch, not taking up much room at all, and gently started rubbing her back. "I'm sorry, my love, did I wake you? Had a bit of an...unsettling dream, and given I couldn't possibly go back to sleep, I thought I would make myself useful." He moved his hand to start stroking her face, "on slightly...different news, Malstra is visiting some time today. Given our...relationship with sunlight, she will likely arrive either this morning, or tonight. So I guess I was also trying to get the place ready for her visit. I don't really know why she is visiting, but here's to hoping it is a pleasant occasion." Was it really too much to ask for a reprieve from his old life? He wasn't the same person he had been, or rather, perhaps the real him had finally managed to come forth, now that it wouldn't get him killed. Yet how easily he could slip back into the old ways. Most people, upon hearing that their daughter was planning a visit, would probably be excited and wonder if there was some good news. They would also probably assume that their daughter would help them just because it was the right thing to do. Well, not in his family. He had been trying to figure out what sort of benefit Malstra would get out of this, what sort of angle she had been working. And this visit? It was likely either an intel reconnaissance or she would finally cash in the favor she was owed. "You don't have to speak with her if you don't want to. I would understand if you want to sit this one 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" Relationship: Engaged
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