a tale of stars and their fallout.

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Gabriel keeps his hands clasped together (quite tightly) behind his back as he watches the boy in front of him bow and stutter, and he can’t help feeling sorry for him, just like he did for everyone else that treated him in this manner. He knew this would happen as soon as his name left his mouth. People always acted this way once they knew who he was, be it out of legitimate respect or fear…and quite honestly, he’s not too sure how he feels about it. In the end, all he can really do is go back to what he was taught, which is to smile and accept the other’s actions and words, even though he’d much rather tell him to just treat him like he’s a regular villager.

Maybe I should start disguising myself when I go out in public…

“Of course we would have you! I insist on it! So does Church. Don’t you, old man?”

The feline doesn’t bother responding with a meow of any sort; he doesn’t understand Gabriel like he does Orion, which is quite ironic, considering who he belongs to. Gabriel offers yet another smile – he might look like his mother, but he certainly doesn’t have the same stern disposition she does – but he’s quick to continue, mostly because Church’s claws are starting to dig into his shoulders and scratch him.

“You’ll be welcomed as my personal guest for the evening. I’m sure my sisters would love to hear about how you talked their precious pet down from that tree…as well as how I nearly killed myself trying to catch him.”

The noble interrupts himself with a silvery laugh at that last part, despite the thoughts running through his head at that very moment. His mother probably won’t approve of him bringing a random commoner into the estate just because he saved the cat, but quite frankly, he doesn’t care what she thinks. In the end, Gabriel is allowed to have whatever guest he wants, commoner or not, and by God he’s gonna act on it.

Oh wow…he forgot to ask…

“By the way…I never asked for your name…”

#▓ v : athilon ▓#▓ muse : orion ▓#sonofathilon

░ ॐ ░ “ O-Orion, your grace. ” He stammered out. “ Orion Huntleigh. Enchanté. ” He bowed again, though this time the motion was more graceful.

Orion’s face flushed. Oh God what should he do. Was it best to be honest, and actually admit that he had real, honest business at the castle the next day? Or should he perhaps ride out this turn of events, and wait to see if the evening supper would aid him in better getting his foot in the door, so to speak? Although, doing something like that just seemed to reek of trouble...

“ U-Um... Would you and I be setting foot toward the castle right now? ”

He was practically a bundle of nerves.

“ I... I myself am hardly dressed for supper with your esteemed family, your grace... I would absolutely hate to trouble you for some time to prepare for such an appearance, your lordship; however... ”

He fidgeted with the rucksack slung across his chest; the clothing he’d worked on for months to appear before the royal family was inside his bag, along with other... toiletries; but right now, he quite literally looked like the pauper to Lord Gray’s prince. It was quite embarrassing, actually. ░ ॐ ░

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Reblog if you’re willing to roleplay the following subjects:

Blood Cannibalism Domestic Violence Gore Incest Mental Issues Murder Rape Suicide Torture Violence in General War

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afadthatlastsforever

The best thing about bravery is even a little is enough.

Beau Taplin • Just as the softest light persists and prevails no matter the extent or depth of the darkness. (via afadthatlastsforever)

#☆❛ the wisdom of our ancestors —

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If at any point you are uncomfortable with another RPer or their level of attention/harassment bleeds through when you are on another character and clearly doing things/engaging in other rp/FC events/downtime - then tell the person who is harassing you to BACK. THE FUCK. OFF.

And if they don’t, blacklist them.

YOU ARE UNDER NO OBLIGATION TO CONTINUE TALKING TO OR INTERACTING WITH ANYONE WHO MAKES YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE.

#☆❛ log into the real world —#lol #like literally people need to tell people ??#speak up my dude

[ thinking of making a ton of oc’s to fill up @sonofathilon‘s fairpeak / blackberry grove because their verse is too cute ??? ]

#☆❛ log into the real world —#sonofathilon #tagging bc u r a cute

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Gabriel hadn’t seen the other approach, since he was coming up from the left and the lavendette didn’t have any vision on that side, but he had heard the sound of snapping twigs and rustling bushes, and it caused him to rest his dominant hand on the small dagger hidden inside his calf-length black jacket. Just in case. Better safe than sorry and all that junk. However, the other male didn’t look like much of a threat, so the nobleman relaxes somewhat and watches as the raven-head climbs on up the tree as if he were a lizard.

“How peculiar…”

The noble mutters this to himself, his free hand reaching up to rub his forefinger and thumb against his clean-shaven chin out of perplexity. A breeze picks up, shaking a few leaves out of their branch’s grip and causing them to flutter on down to Gabriel’s feet as he continues to watch while his cat is quite literally scolded up in that tree branch…and the scary part is that Church seems to actually be listening to what the other has to say. About a minute later they both come down, and he finds himself being glared at by a total stranger – which isn’t really all that uncommon, if he’s honest with himself.

“Good afternoon!”

Either way, despite the other’s impatience, Gabriel simply smiles and bows his head politely while offering the cheerful greeting – something he’s been trained to do with noble families, but it’s also a courtesy he extends to others, even those on a ‘lower level’ than his own – and he reaches both hands out in order to accept the offered feline. After tucking the animal against his white silk neckerchief he looks back up at the man that had gotten Church back for him, one hand idly scratching and petting behind the purring cat’s ears while he speaks.

“If I could, I’d certainly like to think I would have done so by now. Church is almost ten years old, and he’s always attempted to get outdoors. He doesn’t seem all that bright. Perhaps getting a dog would have been a wiser choice? At least they can be trained to know better. Alas…my sisters have grown very fond of this cat over the years, despite his stupidity, so I had to get him back. They’d be quite upset if they found out he was missing, you see…”

Church manages to wriggle out of his grasp, only to climb up onto his shoulders and settle down there, acting like a living scarf tucked around his neck. A gust of wind blows away the hair on the left side of Gabriel’s face while he quietly babbles on, exposing a closed eye while its (existing) twin remains open, its pale crimson gaze fixated intently on the other. There’s a pause in the conversation before his eye widens a bit, as if he just realized something – and he did.

“I’m dreadfully sorry – it would seem that I’ve forgotten my manners. I do tend to babble on so at times…but I digress. My name is Gabriel Gray, and I’d very much like to formally thank you for aiding me in the retrieval of my cat. Hmm…what to do, what to do…ah! Would you like to accompany me to dinner or supper at the Estate sometime? I believe that would be an adequate way to express my gratitude.”

#▓ v : athilon ▓#▓ muse : orion ▓#sonofathilon

░ ॐ ░ Orion damn-near choked.

Gabriel Gray? That Gabriel Gray? As in, the Gabriel Gray who was literally a distinguished member of the precise family his happy 15-year-old behind was scheduled to appear before in less than twenty-four hours, and whom he had just scolded on the behavior of his household feline --- that Gabriel Gray?

To say that Orion’s behavior took a complete 180-turn would have been an understatement.

The ravenette bent into a bow so low that the point of his nose nearly brushed against the grassy floor, his arm as stiff as one of the wooden paring boards used in the kitchen of the Pottage Cottage. He was far from a truly distinguished member of royalty, as was the young Sir Gray here, but his tone of speech definitely attempted to mimic some of that refined training he had heard them to be so fond of.

“ Supper! Oh, Lord Gray, my most humble visage is unworthy of such treatment! I most certainly couldn’t impose! ” Horse fucking shite. He knew that being invited for ‘ dinner or supper ’ at the Earl Gray’s estate was the highest honor imaginable. However, it was always best to be polite rather than overbearing in situations like these --- especially since he desired to leave a good impression. “ However, if you and your esteemed family would have me, my lord, then I would be... ” Oh God, he was stuttering. “ I would be m-most honored. ” ░ ॐ ░

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{ closed rp for @fabledeath }

“CHURCH!!!”

Damn the luck. It happened again: Gabriel had been an idiot and didn’t close his bedroom door all the way, and his cat had managed to push the door open before making a beeline for the front door, where he slipped right through the crack as soon as his owner had opened it. Now he had to chase the damned feline all over the estate until it was caught and returned safely to his room.

And boy, does he chase.

Several servants are nearly knocked flat on their keisters as Gabriel zips past as fast as he can go, arms outstretched towards the elusive gray cat and almost tripping a few times himself. Luckily he manages to maintain his balance and keep going, all the way around the mansion, until he reaches the large wooden front doors leading to the rest of Fairpeak.

“My lady, I’ve returned with the shipment you ordered – ”

“NO DON’T LET HIM OUT – !”

There he goes, out into the big bright world where he doesn’t belong! Gabriel cant even pause to gripe out the man that had been responsible for letting Church out in the first place; he has to get the cat back before some villager’s dog potentially gets its big sharp pointy teeth into his hind end. Not just for him, but for his sisters, as well. They adore Church, and he’d hate to see them upset.

That cat has to be caught.

So, off he goes, out into the big bright world where he definitely belongs, arms still outstretched as he keeps up the chase and follows the feline through various streets and market stalls, knocking a few baskets and people over in the process. Several ‘sorry!’s are handed out, and he can only hope that they’re accepted; he doesn’t have time to stop and recompense every single one of them right now.

The chase eventually leads to the gates of the city, out into the bright green meadows that are sprinkled with many dots of different colors, since spring is now in full swing and encouraging the flowers to rise from their winter-time slumber. Normally Gabriel might take the time to appreciate it, but…

Damn cat.

The tall trees of Blackberry Grove come into view after a couple more minutes, and finally, at long last, the chase comes to an end. Unfortunately, it only ends because Church has decided to climb one of the trees, and now he’s way up high on a limb far above Gabriel’s head, stuck there due to the cruel fact that cats can only climb up, not down. The eldest child of the Gray family is left tanding at the base, a stern expression on his pale face while he tuts at the animal in disappointment.

“Church you old fool…”

#▓ v : athilon ▓#▓ muse : orion ▓#sonofathilon

░ ॐ ░ “ Welp! That appears to have been my last customer for the day! Looks as if I’m off, Miss Butterfly. Catch you on the flip-side --- except not really~! ”

Orion couldn’t tell if the whiny clicking noise the fairy made was because she always hated when the young waiter and occasional cook ( whenever he wasn’t too busy flirting with the patrons between orders ) purposefully mucked up her name --- which was actually Buttercup --- or because the young man was being very insensitive about the fact that this was actually supposed to be his last day on the job. Either way, the youth’s little speed round of teasing had been successful.

He grabbed his colorful fabric rucksack from the counter and made a bolt for the door --- much to the fay’s chagrin, he was sure; considering the fact that the lunch rush was fast approaching. He offered a smile that could almost be considered apologetic, and then raced east for the castle on the blue, cloudy horizon.

The plan had been to reach Fairpeak ( the capital ) by evening, in time to settle into one of the inns and await the next day’s dawn. However, he didn’t even reach the farthest edges of Blackberry grove before the youth got scratched clean across his face, only to have to perpetrator of said scratch scamper up a tree. Oh HEAVENS, no.

Tying his rucksack to his back, Orion growled and stalked over to the tree, where --- surprise, surprise --- a concerned-looking man was standing. Good. That meant he could chew the blasted feline’s owner out, as well. Downright ridiculous.

Climbing the tree effortlessly, almost as if he had spent years competing against other kids in this very sport, Orion reached out and snatched the stunned cat from the branches, leaning in close and growling again into the animal’s face.

“ You do not --- I repeat, do not raise your claws to people, do you hear me? Especially not strangers who have done nothing to you. You do not run away from those who truly care about you, either. Do you understand? ” The teen was quiet for a moment, as if the pet could and would answer. However, the grumbly uff sound that the animal provided seemed to suffice as the response the human was looking for. “ Good. Now what I want you to do is apologize to your friend for putting him through all this trouble after I’m done yelling at him. Come along. ”

The male, plus one grey cat, receded from the top of the tree and back down into the grass, stepping forward and presenting the animal to his presumed owner.

“ Yours, monsieur? ” He spoke deliberately and with clear disgust in his voice. “ Tell me, why is it that cats seem to be the only animals, domesticated or otherwise, to exist that do not yet seem to comprehend the meaning of etiquette? I think it would speak volumes of a presumably distinguished man such as yourself to teach just one of these infernal spoiled brats the proper way to go about in life. ” ░ ॐ ░

✟ ▌PSALM 91▐ ✟

“Well, it is a lot t’take in, ya got that much right…”

Christ. He could use a cigarette so badly right now. A hand moves to rake through his hair before he looks around the room, where he and this woman are still alone for the time being. He has a lot of questions, but it’s hard to decide which one to answer first.

Best start at the bottom and work his way up.

“Hey, uh…can I have some clothes, please?”

░ ۞ ░ “ I... I’m so sorry! ” How indecent of her! She had noticed that the man was nearly naked, but --- she had been so caught up in making sure the man felt comfortable emotionally that she had completely forgotten about the outward end of that spectrum!

“ I will locate Healer Kat and let him know that you will need a few days’ worth of clothes at once! I will also fetch the one named Orion and send him to your side. Please do not mention this mistake to the elders! ”

Completely embarrassed, Anat fled the room. Perhaps she and the newborn could get better acquainted later. ░ ۞ ░

✟ ▌PSALM 91▐ ✟

“Slow down a lil…”

Kiyoshi’s understanding the jist of what she’s saying. It’s just a lot of information to take in all at once. The hands on his face are foreign, but not entirely unwelcome; whatever she’s doing, it’s helping him relax, at least somewhat.

“Are you sayin’ that I’m one of you now?”

░ ۞ ░ “ Yes. ” She smiled with the infinite compassion that only seemed to be amplified in scenarios like this one. “ It may be a lot to take in at first. But I am here to talk to, as well as your new brothers and sisters, both now and in the future. I am sure that all of us will be more than happy to answer any questions that you may have. ” ░ ۞ ░

✟ ▌PSALM 91▐ ✟

“What, this? I’ve had it for a few ye-”

Bro thought she meant the scar on his chest, but when he looks down to explain, that’s when he sees what she’s talking about: tattoos, covering his chest, and even hiding the scar somewhat underneath them. His confusion only heightens, and he turns his sunset-esque gaze on the woman again.

“Did you guys ink me while I was out or somethin’?”

wheres orion? hes the only one i trust in here.

░ ۞ ░ “ That is what I am trying to tell you, child, if you would so graciously allow me to. This world is not what you have believed it to be. You are a new creation both in yourself and in God on High --- a creature neither man nor immortal. ”

Anat stepped closer to him, locking into his eyes with a deep gaze of her own. “ I need you to trust in your faith, most precious one, both now and for ever. Your life from now on shall be both new and foreign; and I will need you to stay strong. ” She cupped her warm hands around the male’s jawline, transferring quite a physical source of warmth and comfort into the newborn’s troubled spirit.

“ These tattoos are a part of what makes up your God-given strength, along with many more glorious gifts --- as long as you are willing to open your heart and your spirit, and allow us to teach and guide you in such things. We require trust from you, dear child, though I know that may be hard. ” ░ ۞ ░

✟ ▌PSALM 91▐ ✟

The sudden presence of the other person makes Bro turn around, hands still gripping onto the metal stand tight enough to make his knuckles whiten. Who the hell is she?

“I don’t wanna go back t’bed. I wanna know where I am and what I’m doin’ here. I want answers.”

Even when he’s angry, Bro’s voice is nothing more than a low growl. This is how he gets when he feels like he’s been backed into a corner.

“And where’s Orion? I wanna talk t’him.”

░ ۞ ░ ...Orion?

Oh, she knew that name all too well. She heard it quite often, especially whenever Kat was around. Plus, the tall, long-haired male was quite a popular subject of conversation among the higher-ranking members of the magistrate in his own right, being considered one of the closest beings to a ‘ true angel ’ the modern Nephilim bloodline has seen. Anat knew that she should respect such assessments bestowed by the elders; but honestly, she felt that such a thing wasn’t all that much to gawk at. All Nephilim had angel blood in their veins, but could not be considered pure angels. They were all still mortals, humble servants to the Almighty; and that included this Orion that everyone and his dog was so fond of. Really, all the boy meant to Anat, was a particularly annoying distraction for one of her most promising young healers.

“ It is possible to speak with whomever you wish as long as you are alive, ” she sighed. “ Orion will be returning here shortly, I can assure you. Besides, child... ” It seemed she would have to resort to petty distraction tactics. How she despised when these formerly human patients began acting disgruntled.

“ Are you not even the slightest bit more curious about those markings on your torso? ” ░ ۞ ░

✟ ▌PSALM 91▐ ✟

Bro wakes up roughly three weeks later with a loud, frightened scream.

He can’t really explain the things he’d seen during his coma, but he does remember how awful they were, how he thought it’d never end, how he might very well have died and gone to hell. Even now, after just waking up, it’s already starting to face - most of it, anyway. Parts of it he can remember quite clearly…more specifically, the parts that involved Dave being there to remind him how much of a failure he is.

Was?

Where is he now, anyway?

The newly-born nephilim (though he isn’t quite aware of that fact yet) rubs his face with both hands before pulling them away in order to try and get his bearings, wide orange eyes glancing around in obvious confusion and fright.

this is…a hospital??

It sure looks like it, anyway. Plus, there’s an IV in his arm, and he’s not wearing his old clothes anymore. In fact, he’s barely wearing anything at all, and a hand subconsciously moves to cover the vertical scar that spans a two-inch length in the middle of his chest as he continues looking around.

For the time being, he’s alone, though that probably won’t last long, especially after he pulls the needle out of his arm and climbs off the bed he’s been laying in for so long. Since he hasn’t walked in almost a month, his steps are shaky, and he very nearly falls down, but he grabs onto the nearby IV stand to steady himself.

What the fuck had happened to him?

░ ۞ ░ A shriek sliced through the church walls that was loud enough to cut through a perfectly tranquil Sabbath afternoon. Kat’s patient had awakened, it seemed.

And, of course, Kat was out romping around the courtyards with his boyfriend. Oh, ahem, best friend. Please excuse this most grievous mistake. Anat closed her eyes and breathed in and out through her nose to cover up her true feelings --- the desire to squeeze the life out of that irresponsible teenaged boy’s throat. She would properly teach the boy so flagrantly known as K the proper way to care for his newborns someday.

She stood from her pine wood desk and placed her Torah scroll gently across the mat. Truth be told, she felt quite ashamed of herself, for allowing the clinic to be left unattended for any measure of time, even for a few hours. Though the church’s hospital had been so short-staffed lately... And there were truly none but the Lord who could predict the exact hour, minute, or second that a transformation would be complete. Some subjects took mere days --- others took months.

The caretaker folded her arms and leaned on the frame of the infirmary doors, gazing with some level of amusement at the partially naked spectacle carrying on within.

This was definitely new.

“ Dear child, ” the woman spoke gently to the grown man who had just pulled out the wires needed to sustain his life. “ I can see that you are conscious and very alert right now. But if you please, I would like it if you would return to your bed. As you can see, you are not yet ready to walk. I am Anat, and I will be your nurse as well as your temporary guide. ” ░ ۞ ░

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“Guess who’s still alive despite the odds!”

#▓ muse : ezekiel ▓#oilbomber

░ ℵ ░ “ Lady Fate has had quite a long day at work indeed, it would seem. Would you like a cup of tea, or shall she send you on your way? ” ░ ℵ ░

casually just uses this blog to rp muses as i think of them.

#☆❛ log into the real world —#i should literally just take muse requests lmao #just #don't expect this blog to make much sense out of context lmao #until i get around to revamping it n shit

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No matter how much you feed the wolf, he keeps looking at the forest.

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This

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* huh?

Is this girl for real?

* no. * that’s just the name of the street. * … * do you want me to show you?