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introducing lev!

⚡ certified Shy Goodboy :tm:

⚡ quiet and a bit slow on the uptake

⚡ just a little bit of a mischievous streak

⚡ chosen one burdens are real

⚡ is his accent scottish? soft country boy? who knows!

#isola follow #[ ooc. ]#[ pinned post. ]

scorchingearth:

You’ve gotta be joking.

Faces and voices had all begun to blend together, but this– this, he’d know anywhere. He had half a mind to keep walking, but see, even if he had known without a doubt that he were imagining things, he wouldn’t have been strong enough. And he didn’t know. If anything, the sound was too crisp to be hallucination, the picture too vibrant to be phantasm.

He felt like his heart was using his tongue as a springboard to freedom. All the fear and worry he’d been shoving down flooded his senses, trading ice for the spreading warmth of relief. And maybe, maybe… if Lev was here, if Lev was okay, perhaps everyone else was, too.

There was a brief moment where he tried to keep all of this to himself, but all it took was another good look at the expression on Lev’s face to send his cool guy facade crashing down. In this entire massive, bizarre city, Erik hadn’t so much as found one reference to Erdrea, nor anyone he recognized– but now, his best friend, perhaps the one person most on his mind, just happened to appear before him. What were the odds?

He already knew: it wasn’t anything like odds. It was destiny. It always had been, right? Or something similar enough that the semantics didn’t matter.

❝Nevermind me. I’ve been worried sick about you! You were…❞ His voice trailed off and he swallowed, taking a step closer. The images that flashed through his mind weren’t pleasant by any stretch of the imagination. He had questions, questions, and more questions– but one thing at a time. The middle of the road wasn’t the place for this.

He stepped back again, rubbing the back of his head. ❝Well.. you don’t seem to be too worse for wear, all things considered. C’mon, let’s go find somewhere to sit and trade notes.❞

⚡ “I’m okay? Never mind tha’... you’re alright!”

Lev’s face was as bright as it was concerned, a thousand feelings condensed into one gaze. It took all his willpower to step slowly towards Erik, to not barrel into him with a hug for the sheer joy of knowing he was here and okay and alive. He couldn’t help but repeat himself - eventually, he reached out a hand towards Erik’s, taking the other’s hand in his, squeezing it to prove to himself that Erik was real.

A soft exhale, and Lev nodded once more.

“Comparin’ notes sounds good.”

#[ IC. ]#scorchingearth

vhsmeme

* interview the muse

‘ do you miss anyone? ’

‘ how are you doing? ’

‘ do you believe in ghosts? ’

‘ what makes you laugh? ’

‘ list your top three bands or singers. ’

‘ how many blankets do you sleep with? ’

‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’

‘ gum, cake, pie or ice cream? ’

‘ favorite book? ’

‘ are you a good person? ’

‘ describe love. ’

‘ have you ever taken part in an uprising? ‘

‘ favorite song? ’

‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

‘ the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you today? ’

‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’

‘ do you like people? ’

‘ what motivates you? ’

‘ describe the perfect weekend. ’

‘ any pet peeves? ’

‘ do you need a hug? ’

‘ would you like to have kids? ’

‘ do you have any tattoos? ’

‘ classical, oldies, punk, hip hop or country? ’

‘ when was the last time you cried? ’

‘ are you religious? ’

#[ OOC. ]#[ memeday! ]

memetaped

texting starters send a symbol for…

🌻 a worried text.

🐰 a goofy text.

🦋 a loving text.

🧦 a half-asleep text.

🌳 a happy text.

🍎 an apologetic text.

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

🕰️ an early morning text.

💫 a late night text.

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

💡 a scared text.

💀 an urgent text.

🥇 a supportive text.

🔪 a hateful text.

🌊 a sad text.

⚡ an angry text.

🚀 a goodbye text.

#[ OOC. ]#[ memeday! ]

poisonedeweth

one foot // walk the moon

#[ ooc. ]#[ musings. ]

⚡ Lev couldn’t help but worry, in the end.

Worry, worry, worry - it was so hard to do much else, when he’d left a world unsaved and unfinished, when he closed his eyes to the world crumbling. Walks helped, but not much - the wooden sword that he’d been given felt flimsy and uncomfortable in his grip, not heavy enough to mean anything, and he felt as though he might choke if he breathed too deeply. Pausing in the middle of a street, he let his eyes flutter shut, taking a moment to focus on breathing - inhale, exhale. He was pushed out of his reverie as a shoulder brushed against his, though, and he bit his lip as he turned to offer an apology.

❝ ’ahm sor... Erik?”

His voice twisted in his throat, turning from an apology into a squeak, his eyes stinging as he took in the blue hair, the languid motions, the necklace hanging against the other’s chest. Relief sunk into him, making his limbs feel heavy, the adrenaline of worry fading.

❝ ..you’re okay...”

@scorchingearth // sad reunions!

#[ ic. ]#scorchingearth

shadowbringcr

These past few days have been spent with much elation to the newborn Ascian. It felt like a high she could never come down from, the way her blood sang in her veins with all the destruction and despair that came within her midst. She enjoyed the wounds she has caused, both in the literal and emotional sense. Such joys and release she would never had experienced if she continued to play upon the mantle of hero.

Yes. It was this wanton violence that suited her so.

A different approach she has taken, this time - to repeat the same things over and over again would be boring, after all. And so it is with the facade of a friend did she approach this one. Despite the stillness of his form, she could sense the barest hint of sorrow in his eyes. She knew how to hide a thing herself, after all.

“Oh, weary wanderer. What seems to ail you so?”

@illuminary / sure sucks being the chosen one

illuminary

⚡ Lev hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

Lost and confused since his arrival, he’d settled into a pattern of wandering, attempting to discern the hows and whys of it all. Had he failed so strongly - was this death? He felt real enough, however, and a pinch on his own arm had confirmed that he was, indeed, alive. That theory cast aside, he’d settled for simply learning the lay of the land, the unfamiliarity of a bustling city making him feel a tad overwhelmed.

More and more he missed the sleepy safety of Cobblestone, he realized.