Green with Envy

so the boy is not a wolf– but he bites like one. when you tell everyone he has teeth, he just smiles and smiles

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elise-senfuit:

“Live a little, Sean,” Elise teased. Besides, it wasn’t like they were afforded ALL the time in the world - not anymore, at least. It was simultaneously motivating and stressful to know how close they got to that damned game. “Is that a challenge? Because I’m up for it – and stickers are cute! My piano teacher used to put them on my music sheets once I had mastered playing my assigned songs.” 

“Suuuure - keeping telling yourself that. If Ivy liked me that much, I’d be using that to my advantage,” Elise admitted. “On the bright side, maybe we’ll get matching bruises. Kind of like tattoos except not permanent. Unless we all do get tattoos.”

She poked him back, grinning, “don’t be so boring! We can leave if you want, but I’m not sure what we’ll do after - and don’t say training.” 

Sean couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Sure he wanted to be able to just move about the town as he wanted. People moving out of his way, whispering in awe as he passed by. But that wasn’t possible unless he won this game. Too much of a good thing put him in jeopardy of losing not just what he worked for but his life as well. “I live enough for now. I’ll live so much better after I’ve won this game.” He huffed out. But his annoyance only lasted a few moments before his trademark grin was back. “It was by all means a challenge. I’m not really the cute kinda person. Sounds like a nice thing. Doesn’t really mean much but it’s a cute gesture. If your a kid.”

“If the advantage is that you get your ass kicked more I don’t think you’d take it. ‘Cause that’s the advantage I get out of it.” He barked out a short laugh, with not a lot of humor behind it. “Yeah, matching bruises. Sounds like a total blast. I don’t think we’re all going to get tattoos. You really want to make a bond with people you’re going to have to kill?”

“I’m not boring. I’m just being a bit of a realist. Up to you, Elise.” He shrugged, this time bumping her with a shoulder. “I’m heading out and I’ll figure out something,-” Before she could say anything he lifted a finger to pause her, “Which won’t be training. Promise. As much as that means.”

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the-seelie-quintessential:

The most Quinn could say about Sean was that he was definitely a charmer. When he wasn’t hyper focused on his training, thick brows driven down in a dense, determined furrow, he was lifting one in an angular arch, the cherry atop his cheshire grin, and that enigmatic sparkle in his eye. In truth, there was little Quinn new about him, but he gave them the distinct impression he was a man who held a lot behind a carefully guarded and crafted shell. A man who likely had to be solved, not seen. 

Then again, that was the way with most players, wasn’t it? It sort of had to be. Nothing in any of their lives could be simple, anymore. Not when one was playing the part of chess pieces to a bunch of hardly-mortals. 

His cheeky comment had Quinn tipping their head, a small chuckle escaping on a breath. “Okay, well, the way I see it—” they lift their hand to start counting off on thin fingers. “First of all, technically Seelie players are also my enemies, same as Unseelie. Only one can win, right? So, I mean, you aren’t so special where that is concerned,” they teased. “And second, I mean, don’t quote me on this, but the Seelie versus Unseelie thing? It’s a bit archaic if you ask me. Don’t get me wrong, Fey’s world, Fey’s rules. I’ll respect it as much as I would any other culture when in someone else’s country, for instance. But it’s not something I take too personally, if that makes sense. I am human, after all.” 

“Hungover training? Sounds miserable. Don’t know why you’d do that to yourself,” they teased. “Hope it was worth it.” A grin. “And yes, as a matter of fact—” they touch their nose with a forefinger, then point it Sean’s way. “I am quite feline-like, thanks for noticing.” 

They definitely had more of a comeback than Sean had expected of them. Though he supposed that expecting Quinn to reflect the other Seelie players he knew, Kaitlin and Davey, as more carefree and typically Seelie, was a mistake that he would not be making again. His eyebrows raised in a bit of surprise but it only lasted a few seconds before he also made a small noise of amusement. “That’s a pretty accurate way to describe it. You’d be surprised how many players I’ve seen make that mistake.” It was their next statement that made him tilt his head curiously. Sure. It was a bit archaic but was it really any better than people who put all they had behind their country, even when they were the ones in the wrong? It was done everywhere. He definitely saw their point but everyone had something they wanted to fight for. For some, that glory for country or home was enough. Others had different reasons but still fought all the same. “Archaic or not, everyone will always fight for something. It happens here for the glory of your court just like it happens in An Rudalann during wars. We’re just soldiers of our own doing.” Well at least most of us under our own doing. But that wasn’t something to worry over. The past was the past.

“Well because I’m not going to not train. It’s my life that’s on the line and I’m going to be ready when it comes down to it.” It was what gave his life meaning. The reason that his whole life was spent away from his true family. Not that he truly cared what they thought of him. “Though I also am human and need to let off steam every now and then. Don’t you think so?”

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nickelforeverytime:

Talking to Sean was made of bad decisions, though Sean didn’t know much about that. Nickel smirked down at his drink, swirling it so the ice clinked against the glass. Everything would be easier if he kept his distance, but call him curious. He’d been watching Sean for the past few weeks with increasing intent, and now it looked like he’d finally had enough whiskey to give him the courage to do it. “Hm, there was something about your face…” he trailed off, gesturing to his own face before dropping his hand, giving Sean another smile. “Nevermind, I can see now that you’re a perfect gentleman.”

“If you really wanted to be alone you would have gone home,” Nickel pointed out with a shrug, taking a sip of his drink. “You have that whole pissed off, ‘don’t approach me’ vibe going on, and I dig it, but if you really wanted to be alone you would have bought a bottle of Jack Daniels and taken it home and sulked there. Maybe you like the attention,” Nick teased, amused at the thought that that was something they both shared. Nickel rested his head on his hand, looking Sean over. “So, rough day?”

“Most people find my face quite charming, even when I’ve had a bit of a rough day.” He shrugged, a grin beginning to tug at the corners of his mouth.  “See, I knew you’d come around. A few bruises are nothing to really mar my image.” As far as he could tell, and there really wasn’t much, he seemed to have the same air of confidence that Sean himself held to.

Sean huffed a small laugh at Nickel’s words. He wasn’t wrong. He absolutely came here because he knew it would get him attention. What surprised him, not that he let it show, was that he caught it so quickly. Though maybe it was because he did similar things? It was always easier to pick out someone doing something that was familiar to you. “Touché. Seems like you’re good at reading people huh?” He wasn’t bothered by it at all. Actually he found it interesting enough to continue the conversation. “Though I’m not really the sulking type. I prefer brooding myself.” He smirked and took a long sip of his drink, turning more so he faced his new company. “No more than every other one. Just missed a couple of key blocks here and there. Pretty sure tomorrow will be worse.”

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fuisecg:

                    She grinned, a small hop in her seat as she twirled it around enough to knock her knees against his own as she pressed her palms in deep against the hard wood of the bar counter to keep her steady. “Who is the other person? Do I know them? Are they still breathing or being stubborn like someone I know?” Her words were lighter jabs, not designed to hit any one target but to bounce off into nothingness to fill the space between them as Lark took a stronger grip on reality rather than fade out into nothingness. “Could you outmaneuver me?” That caught her attention even as her gaze shifted to those around, sizing them up and playing them out in her head what it would take to bring Sean down a peg. Not that she wanted it to happen that way when she enjoyed his company and the pure simplicity of the conversation that never dove too far beneath the surface. If it did, she’d shove him away like all the rest that thought they knew better for her. The ones that called and spoke the same words as if scripted out before them, Malachite’s words until there was nothing left to be said than goodbye. And call her selfish, but she wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Sean yet. “I’d enjoy it for as long as it lasted but it wouldn’t be real. You’d be like all the rest, a fake that’s looking to drown his bruises in a drink before he drowns them in someone else,” she replied with a wink as she moved to her knees and reached over the length of the bar for whatever bottle was closest to her nimble fingers. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to party.”

Sean couldn’t help the laugh that echoed lightly as her knees bumped into his own. He knocked his back into hers as he set his elbow against the counter, smirk still curled on his face. “Eh, just one of the other players. I wasn’t really paying attention to who it was. So they are still breathing, ‘til first blood and all that. But they’re definitely more banged up than me.” He pressed a hand against his chest. “Who me? Being stubborn? Nah, that’s not me.” His smirk got a bit wider. “Are you insinuating that you’d rather I be in the non-breathing camp. My poor heart Lark.” He was purely messing with her. As much as he would talk about how he needed no one, and he really didn’t need anyone thank you, he knew that they were just playful barbs thrown at each other. Done to push buttons and see who got ruffled first. “Hmm, now that’s a good question.” He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin as if he was thinking. “Maybe one day we’ll have to try that out. I think I could give you a run for your money.” He gave her a wink and reached out to take another sip of his drink. “Well I’m nothing like everyone else. I’m gonna be someone better. Soon I’ll have the power I really want.” He laughed but it was closer to the truth than he usually spoke. Instead he switched to a different topic, thankfully handed to him by Lark herself. “I’m not opposed to drowning in someone for a night or two. But just for fun.” He shrugged watching her reach for another bottle, but he wasn’t going to be the one to stop her. “Sure. Why not. I already got my ass kicked enough today. Did you have something in mind?”

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✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

Answered here!

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⌆ ✜

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

Answered here!

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation? 

Sean is always on guard. Even when he looks like he’s relaxing, his shoulders are still tense and he’s watching the people around him. He’s done enough of watching other people to be able to look relaxed to someone who doesn’t know him. But if someone were to put a hand on his shoulder or touch his arm they would be able to tell. He does his best to look unbothered, his hands resting by his sides or in his pockets.

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⏀ describe their usual smile

⏀ describe their usual smile 

Sean has a carefully practiced smile that he uses when he’s trying to be charming. It’s a bit of a mix between a grin and a normal smile. He’s won over quite a few people with it. It’s equal parts casual and yet has the edge of mischievous energy to it as well. His real smile is something he keeps close to his chest and doesn’t show to many people.

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⌆, ❖, ✭

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

Answered here! 

❖ describe their hands

Sean’s hands are very rough. He probably doesn’t take very good care of them, thinking that it’s frivolous and that they’re just going to get messed up again. He has lots of little scars and scrapes, especially on his knuckles. Ivy often gets on his case for not taking care of his bloody knuckles after practice. He also has a few scars on his palms from digging his nails into his skin when he clenches his fists.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

Answered here!

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✭ what is one of their favorite items?

Answered here!

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⌆ ✭

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

Sean clenches his hands when he gets frustrated. Sometimes he does it so tightly that his fingernails cut into his palms. He has a few light scars there that aren’t noticeable unless you’re looking for them.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

His collection of books. But if he had to pick one, it would be The Guns of August, a book about people and events leading up to World War I.

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wintershcde:

 "Maybe I just wanted to pick a fight with the guy sitting next door.” Raven replied, the hint of darker laughter edging underneath the wry words as he leaned back against the bar and propped his elbows up on the old wood. Sean certainly did a good job of playing a mean little figure as he nursed his drink and his bruises, but it’d take more than a few shades of purple on the boy’s banged up face to turn a Shadow away. The human patrons of the bar saw someone who must’ve gotten out of a fight; Raven merely saw the place another player’s blow had hit its mark. “Interested in being the punching bag a little while longer?”

Sean quickly identified the voice coming from next to him and involuntarily found himself sitting up a bit straighter in his chair before turning his head to look over at the man next to him. He was one of a very small number of individuals who he actually held some respect for. “I may have a bit of a death wish but not that much of one.” He grinned and took another sip of his his drink. Raven was definitely someone that Sean tried to take notes from. Of course he would, his strength was something that he desperately wanted for his own. The words that he spoke, whether he meant them to do so or not Sean could never tell, made him grimace and let out a quiet noise of annoyance. “No. I had a rough day. I let myself get into my own head for to long.”

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meme development: headcanons

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

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elise-senfuit:

Elise never understood Sean’s upbringing, she couldn’t have imagined growing up around the fey ( away from her entire family ). The thought of not knowing her parents, her sister … was maddening. Even if she chose to run away ( taking her sorrows with her ). “See, that just means you haven’t see anything good,” she teased. “Careful, or else you’ll get a sticker placed on your forehead. Star student always gets one.” 

“It’s - stupid,” Elise stated. “And despite what you say, she definitely has a soft spot for you. Danica even. Perhaps you’re right, I really did get the short end of the stick. Anyways - why’re we talking about this? We should be dancing or - or getting wasted. Have you been wasted before? Fey alcohol is wild, that’s for sure.” 

“I highly doubt that is the reason.” Sean just didn’t see the allure of watching someone go through a fantasy situation. Nothing in life was ever easy. You had to take the things you wanted in life and just had to deal with the fact that sometimes you got dealt a bad hand. That was the way it worked. Movies tended to show situations that were wholly impossible. “I’d like to see you try to put a sticker on my forehead.” He said with a laugh.

“Ivy’s not one for soft spots. I get bruises all the same.” It was the same thing he did whenever people mentioned that they seemed like they cared about them. He deflected. Denied. Changed the subject. “You are the one who’s dodging training.” He reached out and poked her in the shoulder with a grin. “Of course I have. I just try to not do it too often. If I did I’d be getting my ass kicked in training after. I’m really not a dancer though.”

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malchemist:

“When you’ve reached the number of centuries I have everyone is a child.” Fey may have extended lifespans, but that didn’t necessarily mean all of them survived long enough to enjoy it. Or even could. There were only a handful of fey that were in America that were near Mal’s age, and those that were younger than them would always be children to Mal. Especially humans. Their grin didn’t dissipate at Sean’s disgruntled, fingers itching to ruin the hard work he’d done in trying to fix his hair after the first time. Mal found they could usually get away with at least three hair ruffles before Sean got really disgruntled and chose to leave rather than deal with Mal’s playfulness. “Oh really? Pray tell. What does our young Sean desire to win, above all else?” If Mal were a gambling fey, they would bet they already knew what Sean’s desire was, as was so many other humans that entered the realm of the feyry. Once there, it was rare for one to want to leave, and soon found themselves ensconced in the life–or having returned to the earth below. “If only so I know what to cajole Ivy over.”

Damn Fey and their overly long lifespans. Sean let a sound of annoyance fall from his lips but he knew when he was fighting a losing battle, even if this wasn’t really a battle per say. Mal was, well it was hard to put a title on what they were especially to him, sometimes an annoying parental type figure in his life and he was never quite sure how to deal with that so instead he’d settled on this grumpy sort of argumentative side. He usually prided himself on being as charming as possible, even if he didn’t mean it, but around them he knew it would never work. They knew him much to well and that was something that always slightly unnerved him. As soon as the conversation was brought back around to his reason for truly participation his annoyed expression faded and one of determination and a hint of cockiness took it’s place. “I’m going to be someone important. I want to be a macher in New York. To be able to get whatever I want, when I want it. To be and stay better than the ignorant masses in An Rudalann. How about that?” He raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his drink before adding, “I’m sure she’d love it if you did. Not sure she’d approve but...” He let his sentence fade with a shrug and an act of nonchalance.

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andmarigolds:

Ah, the flirting. Or at least something close to flirting. Marigold assumed her companion had no idea who she was or he wouldn’t be treating her so–kindly, almost. Not like she was a pariah. “Agreed.” She ordered a drink, considered her options, and returned his smile with a smaller one. “I had plans, things fell through, and now I don’t,” Marigold answered him. “This seemed like a good place to…people-watch.”

“People always seem to let you down, no?” He took even the small smile as a victory. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so boring. He’d found someone to poke and prod at and practice with. See if he could convince her that he might have some kind of a heart. “I guess I know how that feels.” He shrugged and turned his chair slightly so he was talking to her rather than at her. “You definitely picked the right place. They certainly get their fair share of interesting things. Like that guy,” he motioned with a nod of his head to someone sitting at a nearby table, “I’m pretty sure he’s got a girl but he keeps bringing in different girl after different girl. I’m just waiting to see if he gets caught.”

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elise-senfuit:

At the mention of movies, she beamed, teasing, “thank god, and here I thought you were always training. But seeing a movie? Sean, I’m so proud, now you’re coming with me to see whatever is in theaters this weekend. That is, if we can hide from Ivy for that long.” 

“Okay, but the difference is that she likes you. Everyone wants you to win, Sean. You’re the prime pick of the bunch,” Elise argued. Unseelies had invested their time on him, it would be silly to think that they wanted someone else to win. However, that still didn’t stop her from trying. It was a shame, to have all human friendships clouded by the fact that they would be a WAR with each other soon. 

“Well, I’m not completely out of the loop. Just a bit behind. I didn’t even see the human world until I was eighteen. Plus I think most of them are just boring re-tellings of the same things with different wrappings.“ He huffed out a small laugh and let a grin cross his face. Sometimes it was fun to act like he cared about movies, or other things that were really only distractions in his eyes. “Are you gonna give me a gold star too? I heard that’s a thing people do. You think I don’t know how to keep away from Ivy? I just choose not to.”

“I don’t know if likes is the right word for it. I’m what resulted from her hard work and she would look like an idiot if I didn’t win. So I will win.” Sean shrugged, knowing that maybe that last jab wasn’t completely necessary but he liked her enough not to lie to her face. “You’re not wrong. But it’s not like you get much of a chance. You drew the short end of the stick but that’s how the feyry work.”