"Define to me compassion."

[M!A] [ None ] This is an Older!Mary and Older!Marion RP blog. for the game "Ib." ♔ Primarily focused on Mary but will use Marion if requested. ♔ Look at the "Headcanon" section for layout ♔ Previous Blogs [ X ] and [ X ] ♔ I track the "goldendiscord" tag||

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[goldendiscord]

crimson princess // fabricatedib:

             She is unconvinced; unsure of what growth meant to the blonde. Certainly Ib felt not taller than before– still frustratingly short –and quite similar brained compared to the last she had met her dear friend. Maybe she became more suave through time!? Although maturity is nice, Ib isn’t as foolish as to trick herself into believing such a thing.

                   in the end she smiles brightly!                              a soft audible laugh sighing from happy lips.

There was never a dull moment with Ib, never a grey cloud in the sky. While words were limited  ( if not, mostly absent ) from their interactions, there was always a comforting and welcoming atmosphere that she gave off. To Mary, there communication was based off of body language and conceptualizing action into it’s own language.

Something that she was slowly getting the hang of. 

Mary knelt down, setting the child back to the ground -- a sweet and gentle smile stretching across her lips. 

“ What have you been up to huh? Have you been doing anything interesting or find anything good? ”

[goldendiscord]

prince (not) charming // fabricatedprince:

     ‘You don’t strike me as a lady, at all’

was what he wanted to say but he supposed it would be better to keep it to himself. Starting an argument because of such a thing seemed pointless even though he was sure he would win. His sigh was soft and inaudible, as much as talking to her cured his boredom a little, it was still not enough. Not to mention he would always get irritated by her attitude towards him. 

       “Dante? Who is he? One of your imaginary friends?” 

“ ... Seriously? Dante is a character from an Italian narrative poem called Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri in the early 14th century. The work -- which is divided up into three sections -- ventures into the concepts of Hell, Purgatory and Paradise.”

     Concepts of which were beyond her comprehension; came off as romanticized ideas. Extremes of what could happen after death in some weird order of balance. Books and literary pieces that she had collected over the years have certainly reflected the interest humans had over it and while she personally had experienced ‘ death ’ it only seemed meager with the absence of participating in ‘ life. ’ Both of which are difficult to describe with no true foundation. 

     She places a strip of colored paper between to pages and slams the book shut. Her gaze lingers harshly with her lips pursued in a pout. There were moments that she couldn’t believe the treatment she received from the man. Yet, she didn’t completely detest it.

“ And what are you implying about ‘ imaginary friends !? ’ ”

[goldendiscord]

;; scatters rose petals all over her. [ aka when you are bored and you decide to decorate your friend with flower petals ]

     The toybox was her hideaway; her escape from the gloomy realm of The Gallery where ( as hostess ) she leads her guest to an inescapable place. Primarily a subconscious action but one that does ( in some cases ) leave a bitter taste in her mouth. 

     Oil paint stained her dress, left colorful streaks across her cheek as she wiped away the sensation of beaded sweat. She had finished repainting the cobblestone path and sat on a bench, content with her own creation. 

     The petals raining from above were a surprise. A pleasant one even in regards to the source. They fluttered down, resting around and on her as if butterflies; their colors vibrant in their hue. While they bare no scent, she imagined how sweet they might be. How wonderfully fresh and alive they must be even detached from their life support. 

     Her head tilted up, looking at the Knight of Blue -- her blonde curls cascading down while her bright blue eyes stared at his. A lot could be said, a comment, a remark, a dismissal overall -- yet her lips pursued and could only muster a single word that brings all her thoughts together.

“ Why? ”

[goldendiscord]

I swear I’m not dead--

[fabricatedprince-deactivated201]

He let out a soft sigh, eyes fixed on the other. Her words made NO sense to him at all. There was no way she wasn’t bored of them.

      “Stop lying. You have read all of these books, haven’t you? Twice? Thrice? More? You are bored, too, aren’t you?”

[goldendiscord]

“Don’t raise your tone in the presence of a lady. It’s extremely rude. And for your information, this would be my sixth passing of this particular book. ”

She noted, staring down the false ‘guest’ from behind her book ( could she even consider him to be a guest at this point? She personally couldn’t think of him as a residence but -- ) with slight irritation. Silence was all she knew, excessive activity tended to put her on edge yet there was always a... dull craving for it.

But he didn’t need to know that, did he?

“Who knows. Maybe I am or maybe I’m indifferent. And honestly, you’re reminding me Dante.”

[fabricatedib]

@goldendiscord

                * * * flings self onto you !!! * * *

[goldendiscord]

“Ib!”

She catches her, twirling her around before settling into friendly hug. It was so refreshing to be in the presence of the sweet brunette. Full of energy, full of life and love --- the registration of such emotions was pleasant. 

“Look at you! You’ve grown so much!”

[fabricatedprince-deactivated201]

goldendiscord:

Maybe sit down and read a book.

   “I have been doing that ever since I opened my eyes here. I suppose you can tell how borng it gets after a while, no?”

[goldendiscord]

“For you. I don’t see anything boring in doing so but then again... I don’t think we exactly have the same taste in things.”

[goldendiscord]

    — [ ❀ ] —

“--- I’m sorry I didn’t get that can you repeat what you just said?” 

[badlydrawnlotsofthings]

[fabricatedprince-deactivated201]

Garry was his name right? This was what he had been told by the dolls. He was also infromed about the real owner of this name– yet, apparently her Highness didn’t know anything about the changes in the gallery and his arrival.. 

Was her slumber too long & deep that they didn’t even bother to inform her? 

His hands dropped to his sides once she jumped away, eyes averted to the floor.  What should he do now? Should he tell who he really was or should he play with her maybe? Between the two options, the prince chose the second one. 

“I just wanted to see an old friend who tried to take my place once. Is there something wrong with that, Marry? And ah, I’m doing pretty good actually. Though this place still gives me the creeps.”

[goldendiscord]

     — [ ❀ ] —

A small shiver curled up her spine, immediately bringing the painting to wrap her arms around herself. She was unsure whether or not his words were woven in venom or neutral--. There was an odd quality in tone that she was unsure of how to decipher. 

                                            It made the situation creepier...

Her eyes squinted and glared at the man. Still trying to figure out what was exactly going on. 

“Something is... why are you still here...?”

[fabricatedprince-deactivated201]

          Who, who,                           who, WHO was it?

A mischievous grin danced on the painting’s colorless lips as he walked through the halls of the forgotten art gallery, vivid violet hues searching for something, someone precious to this world, to these paintings and dolls.

                                            —- Where was the queen? 

Ever since he woke up, the prince knew he was not alone in this gloomy world, there was a presence lingering around and it was hard to ignore. Unlike those lifeless paintings.. the owner of this presence was very much alive, like himself. Curious, oh so curious. After doing a little search did he learn that she was a very dear f r i e n d to the blue dolls and the original heir to the throne. A lonely one yet. Her failed attempt to escape was still a gossip metarial to the Tattletale.

   “Found you!”

Snickers filled air once the lady in green bumped into the violette, causing him to startle for a second yet nothing stopped him from placing his hands on her shoulders; he could clearly see both worry and confusion in her blue optics; what was Garry doing here? Indeed, what was he doing here? But the real question should be; was he the Garry she knew?

[goldendiscord]

      — [ ❀ ] —

Her eyes remained at him, curious- worried- contemplative of how or why Garry was still here. No, more so, still alive and oddly content to have discovered her. Was he looking for her? How did he even know of her presence or just the fact that she was still around... 

Maybe it was dumb luck-- In search for anyone else, he conveniently ran into her. 

Without a second thought, the maiden jumped away- staring at the violette man in shock. Assuming a defensive stance with a lingering stare. Still tall as ever... how annoying.

“What are you doing here-- How are you...”

[goldendiscord]

fabricatedprince​

       --- [ ❀ ] --- 

The looming presence of another was ever so present as the imitation moved through the vacant halls of the world beyond the paintings. Heels clicked against the floors as her eyes skimmed over the corridors and further down the halls. 

                                                                Silence. 

As expected, but still couldn’t shake the fact that she was not alone. Not alone, in the sense of there being something new. Something renewed with her. The princess, the paintings-- there was a new addition yet old all the same. Caution with each move, the blonde teen looked behind her as she slowly walked backwards until she bummed into something-- or well... someone. Oh, did she hope it was a mannequin as she slowly looked up to see familiar violet hair--- 

“ W-what--?”

[goldendiscord]

Jeez-- I haven't been on here for so long and just out of the blue with no notice. Nostalgia is strong in this one hhh-. Maybe I might try and revive them a bit. I can definately play around with them for a while yes.

[cascadingsapphire]

goldendiscord said: "Mary? Ah, well she is my counterpart I suppose. More to herself though. Ah, do you need help up? "

[cascadingsapphire]

        ❝ Is that so? Sounds interesting.❞ There really was much more to this place then he had previously known about, huh.                                                                         ❝ It’s fine, though. I can manage. ❞

Languidly sits up with a tired blink.                          ❝ So.                                   What brings you to this particular spot on the floor this fine day? ❞

[goldendiscord]

✽ —- "Nothing in particular. I was just wandering about and just saw a sort of blob on the floor and well... turned out to be you. Aha."

[memoria-fractis]

❇ ❦ ❇⇀ ➢

                                                ❝For the record, Mary, it wasn’t I who poked you. I have at least a little more tact in gaining your attention than that. And since when did you start calling me ‘Garbear’?❞

[goldendiscord]

✽ —- "Right... that's very out of character for you... Jeez, who poked me then...? Hm? Oh I just thought it would be fun to give you a nickname or something. Maybe you'd prefer Farry instead."