Musings Of An Author

Just a simple writer trying to make a living. |||Independent roleplay blog for an original character. Based in Kuroshitsuji.

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libraries/books

tea

drabbles

out of character posts

masquerade masks

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OH MY GOD I FINALLY MANAGED TO GET BACK IN THIS ACCOUNT AFTER TRYING AT LEAST 50000000 DIFFERENT EMAILS YOU SMELL THAT??? THAT'S THE SMELL OF VICTORY

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I accidentally wrote 1000+ characters about Richie and Cielia...oops?

Richard Cobbsworth was a simple man with simple wishes and simple needs. He enjoyed tea in the morning, writing in the afternoon and even more writing in the evening. This has been his daily schedule (mostly) since he starting writing his first novel 3 years ago. It is easy, black and white, monotone, and if he is being honest- boring. But Richard loves the routine. He is comfortable.

Then, Cielia Mitchell shoved her way into his life.

Suddenly his life is loud, bright, vivid- everyday is different. She is the chaos theory personified. Every moment surprises him. She brought what he had been missing, everything that lied outside his comfort level- he felt alive. Cielia was the splash of color in his life, a splash of pink, the scent of strawberries -or was it raspberries?- and Dianthus or Pinks, as they're are so often called. The last one is a surprise (and honestly, it's amazing that Richard is surprised by anything about Cielia anymore), it's different. Spicy, yet sweet, just like her.

Then Richard messed everything up and she disappeared. He went back to his old routine, except now it's no longer the same. He misses the excitement, the sheer thrill he got from just being near her. He stops writing, and starts to drink more, hating himself more all the while.  He knows that the drink is what made Cielia- amazing, beautiful Cielia- leave him. So he stops. It hurts, and he is angry about everything and anything, but he stops. Eventually, he starts going outside again. He starts writing again. But it's not the same. 

It's not the same until he sees her again. It feels like years. Or was it just months?  Or perhaps it was weeks? His perception of time is not what it used to be. But it doesn't matter, nothing matters but her. Cielia. Amazing, wonderful, flawless, pink Cielia.

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Abbey Library, St. Gall

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The Bodleian Library, Oxford University, England

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Richard was on the hunt. For a book, that is. The latest Sherlock Holmes novel had come out two months ago, but none of the stores he visited had it. Sighing, he turned to head home- and caught sight of Cielia. Richard stood rooted to the spot as she stomped over to him and slapped him hard across his face before pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

The only thought he had was that she was awfully strong for someone who was a foot shorter than himself. He slowly returned her hug, face stinging and very confused. “H-hello, Lady M-mitchell…”

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  Cielia was very much glad that she wasn’t looking to him directly because if she had, she was sure there would be at least a bruise or so on the face she had missed so. She only listened to the stammered greeting given to her and refused to slacken the hold she had on him, even though she had some administration of thought that she was most likely harming this brunet’s body. Especially since she knew very well that he didn’t have much of a strong structure. 

  However, when the silence shared between the two had marinated just a bit, she finally decided to speak— though her voice would be muffled, since she remained stubborn and wouldn’t look up. 

  “Cielia,” she’d correct before continuing. The ravenet always disliked being so formal with those she had grown close enough to. “And good evening, Richie.”

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Cielia managed to bury her face farther into his chest, and tighten her arms. Richie was finding it hard to breathe, and he was sure if Cielia didn't let go soon, he was going to faint. It was a good minute before Cielia broke the silence.

"Good evening, then, Cielia. And it's Dick, my lady," Richard chuckles, teasing her. He reaches behind him and attempts to remove her from the death grip she has on him."Cielia, would be so kind as to let go? I'm finding it a bit hard to breathe."

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  Shock washed over the girl’s delicate features when she caught sight of the familiar man— Which was followed by anger and sadness that trickled droplets of tears into those brilliant eyes of hers. Cielia had many things to say to the brunet but her voice could not perform proper sentences, so she had to make do with the next best thing. 

   With brisk steps, she strode toward Richard and rose a gloved hand to slap the palm of it as hard as she could on his face. The ravenet would, only for a moment, glare at the older male with misty sapphires. Then without another moment to waste she pushed her petite form into his arms, wrapping her own around his middle before she concealed her expression into his chest. 

  “You asshole,” she’d hiss, tightening her grip around him.

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Richard was on the hunt. For a book, that is. The latest Sherlock Holmes novel had come out two months ago, but none of the stores he visited had it. Sighing, he turned to head home- and caught sight of Cielia. Richard stood rooted to the spot as she stomped over to him and slapped him hard across his face before pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

The only thought he had was that she was awfully strong for someone who was a foot shorter than himself. He slowly returned her hug, face stinging and very confused. "H-hello, Lady M-mitchell..."

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About Richard-

18 years old

April 1st

5'9"

Shoulder-length layered brown hair

Bright green eyes

Weakling

Author- writes under the pen name of Leo Cobbston.

Richie is a clumsy, awkward fellow. While other boys were playing tag, he stayed inside and helped his mother bake cookies. He can't lift anything over 20 pounds, scares easily, and known savior of kittens and other small animals.

Richard Leonard Cobbsworth is a character of mine that I created for the sake of entertaining my friend who roleplays Cielia. It...escalated pretty quickly, and several people enjoyed reading our roleplays. Then real life got jealous and broke us up. Now here we are again, and hopefully we'll stay for longer. Both Cielia and I are the same people as before.