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@evelynthemermaid
After a somewhat hectic day and a half of weird sleep schedules and an emotional roller coaster, I’m back! I have legit slept most of the day and am now going to get out literally every reply I owe and the starters I promised!! :) I’ll be around if you wanna chat or plot!
youngnwildx:
Ryan was amused when he saw a certain victory in her eyes. It was odd, but he felt some connection towards her. It definitely was not attraction as he was certainly not aroused by her. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was a monster of the ocean. For the most part, he decided to ignore the curiosity that was tugging at him. “Aren’t you going somewhere?” He added, “don’t you have somewhere to be?” He really wanted her out of his sight.
His words seemed to snap her out of whatever was holding her captive in the moment. He was totally right, she did have somewhere much more important to be than hanging out with this dick wad. Taking a step back, she lifted her nose in the air, rolling her eyes. “For once, you’re correct,” Evelyn replied, scoffing at him. “Class is much more important than being in your presence.” She gave him one last victorious smirk, turned on her heel, and continued around the corner of the building to class. As she entered the building, she prayed she would never run into him ever again.
purplefrayedisaster:
“Yes… I guess I am” Ronnie replied, wanting to help her any way he could. He was a little shocked by her strength. Once they were sitting down Ronnie wrapped an arm around her. He listened to her as she told him what was wrong. “Sorry that you are dealing with a jerk of a professor.” He said gently rubbing her back. “Maybe you could try talking with the professor, they can be understanding.. sometimes.” Ronnie paused for a moment, “You’re not wasting my time. And if you want I could go with you. That is if you want to try and talk with your professor.” He smiled at her. “What class are you afraid you’re going to fail? Maybe I could help. Though I have to warn you, I not really the best student.” Ronnie joked.
Surprised when he wrapped his arm around her, Evelyn’s first instinct was to flinch away. Yet, there was something so inviting about him. He seemed warm, gentle, kind. And so she found herself leaning into him even though all of her survival instincts screamed against getting cozy with a stranger. She shook her head as he started talking about going to speak to him. “He made clear rules at the beginning of the semester... it’s all my fault for being late. How could I be so stupid?” she chided herself, pounding her fist against the stone steps. Looking up into his eyes, she returned his smile with one of his own. “It’s Advanced Bio, so unless you’ve already taken it, I doubt you’d be able to help. But thank you for the offer, it’s really sweet.” Chuckling at his final statement, she sniffled, reaching up to swipe at her runny nose. “What’s your name, by the way?”
Friends!! I’m here!! I just got off work this morning and am going to try to get through some replies until I get too tired :) BUT! I will totally keep on replying once I wake up later!!! If anyone would like a starter from me (any of my muses, you can specify or I’ll choose for you) you can feel free to like this post :)
howlingwind:
it wasn’t lost on theo that she didn’t actually answer his question, and maybe he was just falling for her act, but he wasn’t heartless. a lot of people might have considered him too empathetic for his own good, and it did get him into trouble on occasion, but this girl… he wasn’t going to treat her like a threat unless he felt threatened, and right now all he saw was a pair of fearful blue eyes. the sudden change in the weather was an extreme cause for concern, though. he knew of beings that could effect the weather, and he’d vaguely recalled that from one of the old mermaid stories an old sailor once told him in the philippines. he’d always assumed that’s all it was, just some old man weaving a tall tale. if only he’d known. either way, right now he was face to face with a terrified and powerful being, so it was probably in both of their best interests to try to calm her down. “hey, it’s okay. i’m not gonna hurt you,” he whispered. i’m not planning on it, anyway. theo kept his gaze locked with hers and tried to show his compassion for her, flashing a small, sympathetic smile. careful to move slowly, he outstretched an open hand to her, palm up, fingertips just poking through the surface of the water. if she wanted to, all she’d have to do is take it and drag him down — there was no doubt in his mind she could drown him with ease. he supposed that was a risk he was going to have to take to earn her trust. hopefully she’d return that in kind. “will you…. can you come out of the water?”
The rain continued to pour as her heart continued to race, the awkward standoff in the middle of the water making her grow more uncomfortable by the second. His intentions had clearly changed from when he had first jumped in the water - originally to save her - to something more terrifying. Evelyn still had no idea who he was or what he was capable of, and that scared her even more. And then, just like that, he gave her a smile, reassuring her that she wouldn’t come to any harm. But could she trust him? Even though his hand moved slowly, she still flinched as he reached it out to her. An invitation, a supposed kind gesture. She faltered, hands clenched into fists under the water. Sure, she could of course get out of the water. But then she lost her advantage, the only thing that was keeping her sane in this moment. But, she wanted to get out of this situation safely, and also without hurting him if it was possible. And so, against her better judgment, she reached her hand out of the water and placed it into his open palm. Her tail shifted beneath the water, growing paler and splitting into two, forming her slender legs. She kicked them back and forth to keep herself propelled in the water. “Of course I can,” she finally responded to his question, her voice barely louder than a whisper. She stared at him carefully, her blue eyes still wide with fear, and she cleared her throat, looking down at their joined hands. “But I want to know who you are.” The question was a loaded one, for not only did she want to know his name, but she wanted to know what he was. He wouldn’t be so open, she knew that. Even just having his name would give her a sense of power, feeling as if she had some sort of leverage over him.
zevinsangels:
“People have been usually taking them to friends, co workers, and stuff.” He smiled and sent the order back to his workers. “Can I delight you in any pastries?” He asked her, wanting to make sure her meal is good and that she enjoys her morning with the sweets that his shop offers. He smiled when he two sons ran in and moved to grab pastries from themselves, then watching when his eldest son walked in the door behind them. “Sorry, about the monsters. Boys.” He called sternly to the two young boys who had already stuffed their mouths.
Evelyn was short on friends at the moment - which was her choice, by the way - and certainly didn’t care to take anything to her coworkers, most of whom she couldn’t stand. So she just smiled as he relayed her order, eyes scanning the assortment of pastries. “Umm... could I have a chocolate chip muffin, please? They look really good.” Her sweet tooth was rearing its ugly - and frequent - head, and she could feel her mouth salivating just looking at it. Her concentration was broken by the two boys running in to grab some sweets for themselves. She giggled as the quickly stuffed the sweets in their ravenous mouths. “They’re cute,” she told the man, looking back tot he two young boys with a soft smile. “How old are they?”
qvintcssence:
Roaming around in the dead of night wasn’t exactly uncommon for Jonas, but stumbling upon gorgeous women? That was new. He paused from across the street, contemplating his options. He could see from the distance that she was struggling. In fact, she seemed to be searching for something, but what that might be was anyone’s guess. All he knew was it didn’t feel right to leave her alone.
Quietly, he tugged on his t-shirt and sniffed, deciding he was fine. It wasn’t the best he ever smelled, but it was passible. He smoothed out the shirt with his hand, flattening the NYU logo against his chest before crossing the street and making his way to her. He was about to introduce himself when she rounded on him, shining the bright light into his face. “Whoa!” He jumped, shielding his face with his hands. “Don’t—Don’t mace me!” He begged. “Please. My name is Jonas Daley. I was just passing through, I swear. I—I saw you might need some help and was gonna offer some assistance, but…” Shaking his head, he paused. “—I can go. If you want.”
The light illuminated a rather handsome man who immediately shielded his face from the light. Hesitating, she slowly lowered the beam of light out of his face as he introduced himself frantically. Still wary, she kept distance between them as she twisted the flashlight in her hands. “Sorry,” she mumbled, instantly feeling guilty for thinking he was some kind of crazed murderer. “Y-you scared me, is all. Don’t worry, I’m not going to mace you.” She didn’t even own mace, but now she was wondering if she should go pick some up. Just in case.
Sighing, she completely lowered the flashlight off of him, scanning the ground once more. “I guess... I could use your help... if you’re offering.” How could her keys have gotten this lost, anyway? She was never careless, ever. Frustrated with herself, she began scanning the ground around her car once more. “Somehow, I lost my keys. I feel like I’ve searched everywhere and they aren’t here.” Groaning, she threw her arms up in frustration, plopping herself down on the edge of the sidewalk. She clicked her bright flashlight off, the dull glow from the street lamps the only thing illuminating the street now. She scoffed at herself, placing her head in her hands. “I don’t know what to do.”
Hi all!! I’m finally awake after 3 night shifts, drinking some coffee, and going to start on all of my replies!! If you would like to plot, feel free to message me!!
youngnwildx:
ryan raised an eyebrow when she talked about forcefully taking the cigarette from his lips. he shrugged, then proceeded to let out another puff of smoke. “fair enough.” again, he observed her; he could tell she was irritated about what he had said. “really? because that’s what i’m talking about.” of course, he was just playing around with her. ryan was amused that she insisted that she was not talking about having g-rated fun. “you should be a good girl and follow the rules, right?” he flicked his cigarette to show that he was done smoking. he walked close to her and stared down at her. “i put out my cigarette, happy?”
Evelyn wanted to groan out loud as he continued blow out smoke regardless of everything she had already told him. Why was he being so annoyingly stubborn? He seemed to be wanting to mess with her, if only to make her more upset. She crossed her arms, continuing to stare defiantly at him. “You don’t have to break rules to have fun,” she argued with him. If she’d had any common sense in that moment, it might have dawned on her that she was the one being stubborn. But she refused to back down now. She watched as he flicked the cigarette away, victory gleaming in her eyes. She stood her ground as he approached, eyes narrowed as she stared up at him. After he spoke, she took her own step forward, and if she wasn’t shorter than him, they would have almost been touching noses. “Yes, very happy.”
luciferxsir:
“Oh little mermaid,” Lucifer chided as he had spotted her crying and also heard her words of it being her fault, she was pretty bad at discretion because he had seen her swim with her tail before he purposefully stepped on a branch as he walked towards the shoreline. “Should I call you Ariel? Alexi? Melody?” he asked using his thoughts to fill her head in a telepathic conversation. “Come on up, not like you’re good at hiding anyway.”
Oh, no no no, she thought to herself as the word mermaid entered her ears. She stayed submerged, fear flowing through her veins like ice. And then, as if it were magic -- which was very real -- a voice entered her mind. It mocked her, and tears would be flowing down her face if she weren’t underwater. As the voice told her to surface, she slowly and carefully emerged from the surface, hair clinging to her face. She didn’t dare swim closer, staying suspended far from shore, eyes wide with fear. “W-what do you want?” she asked, her voice cracking and shaky.
purplefrayedisaster:
Ronnie was on his way to one of his English lectures. The professor sent a mass email to the students in her class. Letting them knew that she’d have to push the class back an hour, due to a family issue. He hoped that it wasn’t anything serious. Ronnie and a few other students like her. She was one of the professors that let you keep your phone on during class. Of course, you could only answer it if a family member was calling or doctors office. He’d only had an emergency once well he was in her class. Being a charmed one you’d think he’d have more. Lucky for him he didn’t. As Ronnie got closer to the building he notices a girl sitting on the steps. His eyes went wide as he ran over to see what was wrong. “Umm…,” Ronnie didn’t know what to say. Yeah, he could ask her if everything is alright. But that would be stupid. The girl was crying, so it was obvious that she wasn’t alright. Ronnie rubbed the back of his neck, “Would you like a shoulder to cry on, or someone to talk with?” He asked placing his bag down. “I mean that is if you want someone around… and if you do my shoulder might be a little more comfortable then that stone.”
Warm, salty tears continued to flow down Evelyn’s cheeks. Her vision was blurred, hair falling over her face as her head lay against the rough stone of the steps. People passed by, giving her strange stares as she openly wept in public, but she hardly noticed or cared. It even took her a moment to realize that the man’s voice she heard was actually directed at her. Stifling her tears, she wiped the wetness from her cheeks before she turned to face him. It was hard to imagine how awful she looked in that moment, mascara smeared beneath her eyes, lines down her face where the tears had removed her foundation. Sniffling, she pushed the hair out of her face as her eyes met his. “You’re offering to let me cry and snot all over your shoulder?” she asked, surprised and somewhat curious. The tears filled her eyes again, and she bit her lower lip to try to keep them at bay. But they spilled over and fell down her cheeks anyway. Shaking her head, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down to sit beside her. “I totally screwed up. I was late to class and missed my exam and now I’m going to fail and I just don’t know what to do.” Pausing, she sucked in a breath of air as the words just came spilling out. “I know it sounds so stupid. Sorry for wasting your time.” In truth, it was about so much more than just missing a test. But if she laid all of her truth out on the table, he would run away screaming. Or be fully disgusted with her. Neither was a great option.
going-ollin:
Although they had just come out of the water, Ollie felt his mouth run dry the moment he heard Evelyn ask about his near run-in with Death. I’m supposed to be over this by now. It had been nearly exactly a year ago when his birthday had fallen on the same day as the Blood Moon. The moon dyed in his favourite colour and him being clueless as always, Ollie hadn’t thought of it as anything more than a cool picture for his Instagram story. But that night ended with not only the moon stained red; Ollie’s party had turned into a literal bloodbath. Though it was no fault of his own, he still blamed himself for creating the opportunity for so many lives to be taken… and for not being to save them all.
“…I, uh… almost died. Yup. That… that definitely happened. Yes.” Ollie managed to confirm through just barely put-together sentences. Was he sweating or was this just the water dripping? “It’s nothing worth mentioning. Just supernatural stuff. Vampires, werewolves, demons, a Blood Moon, using my powers so much it nearly killed me and still not being able to fucking save everyone because I was such a fucking idiot — y’know, the usual.” Without even realising it, he had started speaking faster, breathing shallower, clutching Evelyn’s hand painfully tighter. His eyes darted around as if looking for a literal change of subject, preferably one that didn’t make it feel like his rib cage was a prison for his lungs.
In his peripherals, he caught a sparkle on his hand — his engagement ring. The rainbow-coloured gems along the band glimmered in the moonlight. More than happy to redirect his anxiety-induced adrenaline, he excitedly showed her his left hand. “Did I say I was engaged?! I got engaged. Look at the ring!” Following his own instructions, he silently stared at the ring and finally stopped talking. Somehow, the sight of the ring had calmed him down. It felt like he could breathe again. “…Then,” he took a deep breath, “a few months ago, my parents were killed by a vampire.” He concluded rather matter-of-factly. “I spent some time tying up my parents’ loose ends before coming back. Been chillin’ ever since.” Surprisingly, there was no resentment in his voice. But he had just sounded so tired. “Hmm… did I miss anything?”
Nothing worth mentioning? Evelyn shook her head at his words. The story sounded quite fantastical, and yet she could tell that even getting out the few words to tell her about it pained him. Ollie squeezed her hand so tightly she wanted to flinch from the pain, but she forced her face to stay neutral. Hearing his breathless voice as he spoke broke her heart. It haunted him to this day, the same way the deaths of her family haunted her every minute of every day. She wished she could take the pain away for him... she knew how much it could change you. Currently, Evelyn was a ghost of her former self. She would hate to see Ollie lose that beautiful spark of joy that drew others to him.
And then, once more, it was her turn to experience pain. He flashed his ring in front of her eyes, the multi-colored jewels sparkling under the light of the moon. She took his hand, running her thumb along the band, rotating it around his ring finger. Her own finger suddenly seemed extremely bare, and she found herself fantasizing what it would feel like to have a ring of her own. Looking up, Evelyn gave Ollie a smile, hoping to hide the sadness that had filled her heart. “Ollie, I’m so happy for you... you’re positively glowing. It’s wonderful.” She released his hand, intertwining her fingers together in her lap.
A breeze blew through and goosebumps began to form on her skin, the night air suddenly feeling very chilly. And then he broke the news about his parents, and Evelyn’s heart sunk even further, if that was even possible. “Oh, Ollie...” she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close into an embrace. “I’m so sorry... I know how that feels. I know there’s no words I can say to make it better... but I’m here for you. I know I let you down before, and I’m sorry for that too. But I’ll be here for you from now on... no more disappearing. I promise.” The words poured from her mouth before she even had time to think about them. It had been literal ages since Evelyn had promised to be there for anyone. It meant she couldn’t leave, couldn’t run when things got difficult. Perhaps it was time for her to change, be better... find herself again. Pulling away, she looked into his eyes. “Want to go find somewhere warmer? I’m starting to freeze.”
@purplefrayedisaster (FOR RONNIE)
Evelyn rushed out of her car, slamming the door behind her as she raced through the parking lot of NYU. She had slept late, somehow turning her alarm off in her sleep. She took the steps two at a time before she threw open the door to the building, running through the hallways to her classroom. Breathless as she finally made it, she grabbed the handle to the door and threw it open. Dozens of heads looked up and turned to stare at her with disinterest before returning to the papers in front of them. “You’re late, Miss Phillips,” a voice called from the front of the lecture hall, her professor tapping his watch. “I’m sorry, but you don’t get to sit for the exam. Please exit the way you entered.” Biting her lip, she wanted to protest but could already feel the tears beginning to burn her eyes. Clutching her purse, she retreated back out to the steps, practically collapsing onto them as she began to sob. “No, no, no...” she whined to herself, tears flowing down her cheeks as she rested her head against side of the stone steps.
@qvintcssence (FOR JONAS)
Somehow, Evelyn had lost her keys. She rifled through her purse frantically time and time again until she realized they were absent. Cursing herself silently, she pulled a flashlight from her bag and began searching the ground around her. The street was relatively deserted outside of her house, and goosebumps formed on her skin. “Shit...” she whispered, circling around her car to the sidewalk, wanting to retrace her steps. A figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere to her right and she turned on her heel, flashing her light into their face as she let out a scream. “Who are you?!” she yelled, holding her flashlight out as if it would actually save her.
zevinsangels:
“And welcome to the Third Rail Coffee…” He was the owner of the place, but sometimes Wyl liked getting out there and working with his customers to see how they were enjoying the atmosphere, service, and food, so today he took over the register for a few hours. “Today is Tasty Tuesday, where everything is half off! And all caffeine products are buy one get one free!” He nodded his head. “It’s Wonderful. So what can I get ya?”
“Thank you,” Evelyn responded with a small smile, eyes scanning the menu above his head. She had never been to this coffee shop before, but had heard good things around school and figured she should check it out. She needed to study, most likely into the later hours, so she was in desperate need of some caffeine. “Umm... I seriously don’t know if I can handle all the caffeine in two drinks! Could I just start with a vanilla latte with an extra shot of espresso, please?” Her eyes drifted down from the menu to meet the beautiful blue eyes of the man behind the counter, giving him another soft smile.
qvintcssence:
“I don’t,” Khrys replied, her honesty blunt and to the point. Settling into her chair, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and kept her eyes forward. “But it’s awkward for you to sit there all doe-eyed and random.”
She smelled the drink before it ever arrived, silence falling over them as it was delivered. It smelled sweet and sugary—two things that it definitely should not. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and finally turned to face her. “If you’re going to be here, you’ll need a stronger drink.” She might as well get a kick out of seeing her plastered.
I don’t. The words were quick and blunt, and even stung a little bit to Evelyn. She wasn’t sure why, exactly. Perhaps it was because she rarely put herself out there to actually get hurt. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms after she set her drink on the table. “Well then... Good,” she responded lamely, turning away from her once more, expecting the conversation to end. But it didn’t. Doe-eyed she had heard before. But random? How was she acting random? The word irritated her for no particular reason. It was rare for her to feel like her presence alone was a true bother to someone. Her heart sank a little more. But her ears perked up as the other spoke once more. “A stronger drink? Like what?” she asked, afraid of the answer. She could taste the regret already.
youngnwildx:
“I appreciate the sentiment, but I never asked you to help me. You’re right; I don’t care so just drop it.” He added, “you shouldn’t try to force your beliefs onto others.” There was nothing that annoyed ryan more than someone trying to force their principles onto him. He had this own life to live. Besides, what else did she know about him? “Aren’t you tired? Tired from jumping to conclusions?” When she protested that she knew how to have fun, he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow in amusement. “Oh yeah? I’m sure your forest friends love to have fun… you know they all gather in your arms and you guys sing songs? Sounds great.”
“I’m not forcing anything on you,” she huffed, annoyance growing by the minute. “If I wanted to be forceful, I’d rip that stupid cigarette from your mouth and stomp on it.” Irritated, she blatantly rolled her eyes at the guy. Why was he jumping all over her, anyway? If anything, her words should be helpful. But whatever, clearly he gave no care for his own life. She couldn’t fix that. “Forest friends... really?” She asked, once again huffing at his statement. Mostly at the forest part. She may or may not have sang with sea animals before. “No, jerk,” she emphasized, turning her nose up at him, “I’m not talking about G-rated fun... just so you know.”