the name's danny/apollo and pronouns are he/him, sun/suns and xe/xem!
oops accidentally gave myself brainrot over this silly goofy guy, so he's here now too lol
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rules:
> this is a rp centric blog, like previously stated, but feel free to ask alistair anything you would like as well! just please, do not send anything suggestive/nsfw or anything of the like, as an ace it makes me very uncomfortable. so please respect that! 👍
> in terms of romantic relationships and ship-wise, i would actually prefer to stay away from that kind of thing with alistair! i feel like it makes what im trying to do with her, in this specific case, lose purpose. but you can send flirty things if you'd like, just as long as it's in a joking manner and follows the previous rule (alistair may come off as flirtatious at some points as well, there's nothing behind it, though).
> angst is completely welcome here (im more likely to accept it from people im mutual/friends with, since we can discuss it before hand to make sure no one is uncomfortable)! though, do try to stay away from heavily graphic scenes, topics and descriptions (if you aren't sure if something is okay, feel free to ask me about it!) ill do my best at tagging anything i see necessary, and if you want something to be tagged, please don't be afraid to reach out to me!
the nearest television crackles to life, revealing a staticky vision of a woman sitting in a cafe booth. she frowned, lightly tapping the screen. "hello? can you hear me?"
"i don't think im in the screen, if that's what you're asking. i just managed to finally get this working. it's like - a movie radio." she drew back a little, her full face visible - pale and a bit sickly, like she hadn't slept in a while.
"sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. it was so hard trying to find someone through here. i woke up here a few days ago. i'm not in the walls anymore. i think i made this myself. isn't that wonderful?" she smiled. "where are you? still in the house?"
[ ohohoho im thinking about alistair now so. here's a fun fact for you!
hidden underneath his glove, on her right hand, she wears a ring. he doesn't entirely remember why he wears that ring specifically, but all she knows is that he doesn't like to take it off :) ]
Working in the Manor allowed the Colonel to gain some insights.
Namely, that his 'employer' was acting weird.
He couldn't put his finger on it exactly. It wasn't as thought there was a tell-tale moment, or a large sign looming overhead that read "SOMETHING IS WEIRD!". It was as though the air around the actor had changed somewhat, through means unknown.
Even now, as William watched the master of the manor lounge on the sofa with a book while he was supposed to be fixing one of the lamps, he couldn't figure out what was off. There had to be a way to shake this suspicion.
"Reading something good?" A starting point, however awkward it was.
[ alistair is greatly enjoying himself watching the chaos ensue on the dash rn. that being said, despite her not participating, it would be funny for, say, someone to decide to pull a little prank on her. don't tell him i said that, though! ]
the nearest television crackles to life, revealing a staticky vision of a woman sitting in a cafe booth. she frowned, lightly tapping the screen. "hello? can you hear me?"
The click of heeled shoes on solid flooring is the only thing that really signifies Andromeda's arrival — they've never been keen to say much aloud, have they ? — before they stop just short of being properly "next to" Alistair.
... They're waiting, evidently. For what ? For whatever, or wherever, Alistair was going to take them, of course ! // @scriptedstories !
Alistair is here just in time for Pride Month! Unfortunately, this means she's just had a bucket full of rainbow confetti dumped on her. Enjoy! :D (Wilford, rosetintedgunman)
