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@fcrcenturies
private, dependent multi-muse blog for emberfallsrpg, lovingly penned by ju. current muses : alysanne blackwood, anne of cleves, felicity bishop, finnick odair, garrett, kate sharma-bridgerton, liam mairi, mark sloan, river song, tisaanah vytezic & trystane martell
intros. main. characters doc.
lexie couldn't help the tears streaming down her face as she found it pressed into marks chest. she wasn't supposed to be here, and he didn't seem to be as shocked as she expected him to be "mark.." she sobbed.
Mark ran a hand down the back of her hair and back over and over in the comforting way he had always done. It felt like a lifetime since they had been like this but it also felt like no time at all, "Sshhh," he comforted as she sobbed. He hated that she was crying but he let her get it all out. After a minute, he pulled away and held her face in his hands, wiping some tears away, "Is this heaven?" he asked quietly, smiling at her softly.
Closed starter for Finnick Odair ( @fcrcenturies )
”That would be all, thank you.” Jay said to the other, offering them a friendly smile before turning around to walk away. He had been investigating a series of robberies in the area but no one seemed to have any information for him, it was getting frustrating. “Hello, I’m sorry to bother. I’m with the police department and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions?” Jay asked as he approached the other.
Finnick had to force himself to relax. Authority was a touchy issue for him, given everything he went through. He knew this man was not someone from the Capitol - he didn't look like it anyway - but he still tensed when he was spoken to. He plastered a smile on his face, "Good morning," he said cheerfully, "Sure. What can I help you with?"
Closed Starter for Fliss ( @fcrcenturies )
Max walked down the street, slowly heading towards her apartment building. Even though most didn’t like it, Max enjoyed the quietness of the night, she wasn't overwhelmed by the sounds surrounding her. As she was walking in the sidewalk, a man came crashing into her. She barely stood her ground but the man was clearly intoxicated and almost fell to the ground before starting to shout at her. “Hey I'm sorry alright?” She said to the man. “Just go away, keep walking!” She shouted back, although nervous because she couldn't see the man and didn't know if he would try anything.
Felicity was walking home, leaving the library later than she probably should have. She was about to put her earbuds in when she heard shouting. Instinct kicked in, wanting to help whoever needed it, "Hey!" she shouted, running across the road to where the altercation was occurring, "Dude, you are so out of line. Get out of here!"
Closed Starter for Trystane Martell ( @fcrcenturies )
“Apologies, I was not seeing where I was going!” She said, as she almost collided with the person in front of her. Daenerys had been lost in her own mind, thoughts of her friends filling her head, not knowing where they were or if they had even made it here. Most of them had died, just like her, but if she was here, maybe they were as well. “I hope I did not hurt you.” She said, looking to other over with an apologetic smile.
Trystane was scowling when he collided with another person but quickly wiped it from his face. He was raised to be charming and diplomatic so he quickly replaced it with a smile, "No problem at all," he replied, fighting the urge to add a my lady to the end of it. It turned out this was not commonplace in this time period, "I have a thick skin. No harm done."
Closed Starter for Alysanne Blackwood ( @fcrcenturies )
It had become a bit of a routine, Daeron would always stop by his favorite coffee shop before his classes, to enjoy some morning coffee and pancakes. Although, today it was pretty crowded, pretty much every table was occupied, but his usual spot at the corner had been free when he arrived. As he took a sip from his coffee, he noticed a woman who seemed to be trying to find a place to sit. Daeron nodded with his head towards the empty chair in front of him. “It’s pretty crowded today, I don’t mind sharing the table if you don’t either.” He was alone after all, no one would be coming to sit with him.
Alysanne sighed. She kept herself busy and lived a somewhat solitary life. She had friends, yes, but she was notorious for being horrible to get in touch with. She preferred nature and the outdoors and very rarely looked at her phone. She had trouble using the thing anyway. So, she dedicated some time in her morning a few times a week to check her phone and actually respond to people. Unfortunately, this particular morning, the coffee shop she frequented was packed. She found one empty seat only to find somebody already at the table. Before she even opened her mouth to speak, he offered and she smiled, "Thank you. I won't be long. I just need to catch up on some correspondence," she explained, holding up her phone before sitting down.
Closed Starter for River Song ( @fcrcenturies )
“I’m sorry, is this seat taken?” Dina asked as she approached the other. The placed was packed and this seemed to be the only empty seat in the coffee shop. “The place is filled up and this was the only empty seat I could find.” Dina told the girl, letting out a sigh.
River was engrossed in the book. It was well-worn, showing signs of being read many times. It had been on her person when she arrived. The diary of her life with the doctor. She was so engrossed in the memories without him here that she didn't notice the person at the table at first. When she finally did, she looked up, not showing her surprise, "Pardon? Oh, yes, you can. I'm not waiting on anyone."
Closed Starter for Tisaanah Vytezic ( @fcrcenturies )
“Do you also have these dreams that seem so real, that they seem to have actually happened?” Lexa asked the other, a sigh escaping her lips. Lately she’s been having more and more of these dreams, that felt more like memories to her. But that was impossible right? The kind of life that she’s been dreaming about, it was a world so different from this own. “I don’t know, I’ve just been having some weird dreams lately, about a different life.”
"Yes!" Tisaanah replied, probably too eagerly as she stepped forward, "I have these dreams every night. There are good ones and bad ones but they're of this same world, with magic and war and fire... there's always lots of fire," she paused, "Though that seems even more unfeasible, I suppose. What life do you dream of?"
"I am," Myrcella replies, frowning slightly. "I have no idea how I am alive, though. Given what happened to me." What happened to her must have been well-known, throughout Westeros. It wouldn't surprise her, if the word had spread quickly. It often did, where they were from. She was just sad that she never got the future she dreamed of with Trystane. He was always so good to her. "How long have you been in this place?"
"I do not understand how I am alive," Trystane admitted in response. He shook his head, "Not long," he replied, "Just a few weeks perhaps. Myrcella, I am so sorry for what my aunt did to you. You were innocent and I have never forgiven her for it. Can you forgive me?"
"No, I have not." Gwayne replies -- before realizing that Alysanne must not have had her memories, somehow. It was odd, the way this town changed people. "Stark, your Lord husband." He pauses, "Cregan Stark, does the name not ring a bell to you?"
"Lord husband?" Alysanne furrowed her brow once again, "What a weird wayto refer to a spouse in this day and age but you must have me confused. I'm not married," she explained, holding up her left hand to show no ring.
Violet was confused -- she didn't recognize the other at all, but he somehow knew her name. "Uh..." She responds, thinking for a moment, trying to wrack her brain for where she might know him from. "Do I know you?" She asks, then, "How do you know my name?"
Liam faltered, taking a step back. She didn't remember. If her expression didn't say it then her words did. He shook his head and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, you look like a friend of mine. My mistake," he explained, trying to brush it off as if he hadn't said her name.
in her excitement, andarna hadn't thought much of how liam wouldn't recognize her, even though she'd easily recognize him. — but at least he didn't drop her. "oh, yeah, i look very different here... its no fun being this small." releasing herself from the hug, she stepped back in order to be able to fully present herself properly. "it's me, andarna." it was an overly dramatic introduction, but she felt it very warranted. "i don't blame you for not recognizing me, i look pretty different. i just woke up and i was no longer a dragon, but a human like you and violet." now that there was someone from her home, that she somewhat knew and who would understand everything she spoke of. "i dont know if i like it, it's so inconvenient. i'm not big enough to reach things, i can't breathe fire and i don't have real claws or my real teeth. i'm learning to fight too, but no one wants to teach me how to kill people properly." now that she started talking, she kept on rambling. "but apparently, thats not an acceptable thing to practice. — let alone if you're technically a beginner."
"Wh- Andarna? But you're a... you're human," Liam said, uncharacteristically at a loss for words, "How is that possible?" he asked, like she might have the answer. He was back from the dead. Anything was apparently possible now. He glanced around. It didn't look like Navarre or anywhere else on the Continent to be honest. Andarna soon explained, "I think that murder outside of the college and being a rider is frowned upon and it does appear that we're not there anymore. Where are we?"
Perhaps Aemond did not mean to stare, but he often seemed to be doing exactly that -- staring. He clears his throat and approaches her, nodding. "An archery lesson, yes." He was skilled in battle in other ways. With swords, knives, and his own hands. But archery was one thing he hadn't studied, whilst living at home, in King's Landing. "I would appreciate the lesson. Thank you." He tells her, smiling slightly.
Aly let out a breath, "Great, fine. Do you have any experience with archery? I need to know what package I should offer based on where we need to start."
Closed Starter for Mark Sloan ( @fcrcenturies )
Violet looked up from where she was eating, spotting someone who looked a little lost or maybe confused. She wondered if the person was feeling okay, the protective side of her took over as she looked at them. “Are you alright there?” She asked, looking up as she poked her fork at her food. “Do you need any help?”
"Huh?" Mark looked up, "Oh, yeah," he walked over, "I was gonna come in here for directions. I thought I was on the high street but I can't find the shop I'm looking for. It's a flower shop? This one," he held out his phone, "I don't think I'm on the right street."
lexie froze as her eyes met with marks, her mind replaying their last moment together, her last moment full stop. she had barely come to terms with the fact she was here, now, and here mark was. she'd died and he hadn't and he had probably gone on to marry some beautiful woman, and give sophia all the siblings she deserved.. she blinked back tears "mark?" she responded softly, the only word she was able to get out with everything going through her mind.
Mark stood, completely shocked for several moments and replaying their last moments. It didn't even occur to him then that Lexie had no idea he had also not survived the plane crash. Not for long anyway. He was too caught up in his thoughts of them and the life they were supposed to have. Mark reached out and pulled Lexie right into his arms, holding her against him as if his life depended on it. He just needed to know she was real.
@fcrcenturies: for mark sloan.
"I've heard nothing but positive things about you, Doctor Sloan," a smile played at Alana's expression, a hand extended to, hopefully, give his a shake in greeting. "This hospital's nice, too. I wouldn't have expected that from a town of.. this nature," she said, putted nicely. "But, I'm not here to talk procedure, no. I was hoping you'd have a coffee with me, maybe? If you're not busy, that is. Whenever you're free. I'm content with hospital coffee." It was far from a date, but more rather a more professional inquiry.
"Thank you," Mark replied, a smug smile gracing his features as it often did when he was given a compliment, "Well, this town is full of surprises if you haven't figured that out already, you're in for a treat," he paused, surprised by the request, "Coffee? In what capacity? You are a good-looking woman but I'm spoken for so if that's what you're after then..."
"A millennium? That is... unbelievable. I do believe you, however." Armand says, "Yes, vampire. And you?" He asks, raising his brows. "Your scent does not seem... entirely vampiric, to me. For some reason."
"Why? Is it my charming face or the haunting look of a long life behind the eyes that makes me so believable?" Klaus asked with a joking air, "I am mostly vampiric, an original, but also a hybrid. My father was a werewolf, you see," he explained. What was the point in lying? Everyone in this town seemed to have something going on with them. What danger was there telling the truth now?
