𝓅𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈

The ﾟ・*☆ s t a r s ☆*・ﾟ lean down to 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 you                                                                 And I lie awake and miss you { citizen of the pelago islands } Bank: 5,500G

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𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈 | iris noire & mist

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mistresstrupin:

Mist nodded along as she listened. Sometimes, her dreams could be truly nonsensical. She delighted in telling them, but knew they had no grounding in reality. Other times… Well, other times it was different. She didn’t say it to the stranger, but Mist got the strong sense that her latest dream was the latter. And that, in truth was why she was bothered. She couldn’t remember a dream that may or may not be important in some way.

“Do you think nocturnal creatures are mysterious?” Mist asked. “Well, I guess it is a little bit of a mystery why they stay up all night instead of waking up with the rest of us. I mean, the sun is so bright, it must be hard to sleep with it shining in whatever chance you get. You must be pretty mysterious to ignore something like the sun.” Mist smiled, and then her eyes widened as the woman went on to say that… she understood what Mist meant.

“….!” Mist blinked, and then gave a wide grin. “Yes!” she said. “That’s exactly what it is. Evening- especially around twilight, or very late on a winter’s night… You can just feel things, you know?” She was a bit excited to have found someone who understood- so excited, she almost neglected to answer the woman’s question.

“Ah- My name is Mist! And you are?~”

•｡ ❀ Little did the stranger realize that behind the supple lips that tugged upwards into a charming smirk were two fangs - a prominent and popular physical feature of vampires. Certainly, if she was to reveal them, then the human woman would understand that she was not simply another mysterious nocturnal creature; nevertheless, the epiphany that they were of different species would lead to further inquisitions about the ominous nature of a creature long believed to be mythical - a presumably evil character in fantasy novellas. Alas, this young woman was no ordinary individual - especially given the essence of spirits that radiated around her being, presenting her as the mysterious figure herself. Similar to that of a puzzle waiting to be pieced together.

“I believe that every creature is mysterious in their own way... even those whose waking hours are in the daylight.” Iris Noire answered, momentarily lowering her gaze to the leaves that drifted along the ground from the gentle breeze - sending a shiver down her spine. “Sometimes there are creatures who cannot survive when the sun is in the sky. Is it not mysterious to ignore the moon and the stars?” She paused. “... I suppose that is what makes life interesting, no? ♪“ The vampire playfully giggled, especially when their conversation transitioned to that of her conspicuous enthrallment that someone could empathize with her connection to the land - of another dimension, it could be.

“Indeed. The spirits of the land have much to say... we simply need to listen.” She delightfully smiled, bowing her head towards her friendly acquaintance as they exchanged formalities; although, she became apprehensive in disclosing the truth behind her name - needless to say, introducing herself to an unfamiliar stranger was something she has not done for what seemed like many, many years. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mist. My name... is Iris. Iris Noire.”  

[sentencestarters-and-asks]

Elemental questions

Earth:

Leaf: What’s your favourite season?

Tree: What’s the highest up you’ve ever been?

Flower: What’s the prettiest thing you own?

Grass: Do you prefer to be outside or inside?

Soil: Have you ever planted something?

Mountain: What’s the furthest you’ve ever travelled?

Rock: What’s your favourite gemstone?

Vines: What’s your aesthetic?

Plant: What, in your opinion, is your best aspect?

Forest: Where are you most calm?

Mud: Do you like to do hands-on things?

Bug: What’s your most irrational fear?

Cave: Where’s your favourite hiding place?

Garden: Where were you at this time last week?

Spring: What’s your earliest memory?

Water:

Tide: Can you swim/do you like to swim?

Beach: If you could be one place right now, where would you be?

Coral: Do you believe in mermaids?

Seashell: What’s a sound that soothes you?

Seaweed: Favourite sea creature?

Saltwater: Cold showers or hot showers?

Stream: When was the last time you had a bath?

Ocean: Have you ever been sailing?

Hurricane: If you had to save one thing, what would it be?

Rain: What do you do when it rains?

Thunderstorm: Do you like to be outside in the rain?

Dew: What’s your favourite drink?

Bubble: Do you live near the water?

Snow: Does it snow where you live?

Ice: What’s your favourite thing to do in the winter?

Air:

Clouds: When was the last time you were on a plane?

Breeze: What’s your favourite dessert food?

Smoke: Who’s your favourite artist?

Fog: Do you wear glasses?

Wind: What’s your favourite song to dance to?

Mist: Do you like fairytales?

Sky: Do you like to wear dresses?

Stars: What’s one wish you have?

Flight: What are you most excited for right now?

Float: What’s the first thing you think when you wake up?

Breath: What type of music do you listen to?

Bird: If you could fly, where would you fly to?

Feather: How long do you usually sleep for?

Balloon: What’s your favourite carnival ride?

Space: Have you ever seen an eclipse?

Fire:

Bonfire: What’s one thing you lost that you want back?

Warmth: Who is the person nearest to you right now?

Light: What time is it where you are?

Volcano: What are you most afraid of?

Sun: What would the person nearest to you right now say about you?

Lava: Do you like to do reckless things?

Flame: Have you ever burned something?

Soot: Have you ever hurt someone you didn’t mean to?

Coal: Have you ever been hurt by someone?

Ash: Do you have any birthmarks/scars?

Campfire: What’s your favourite childhood memory?

Lightning: Are you afraid of storms?

Energy: Pick one word to describe your life.

Lantern: Are you afraid of the dark?

Summer: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?

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𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅 | iris noire & raguna

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therunefarmer:

[✿] — When he wasn’t working at the guild or on his own farm, Raguna was helping out at the local flower farm, helping out with the planting and storefront. It was a lot more work for him, definitely a lot more than he bargained for, but he loved it all the same. Anything that had him working closely with plants gave him a sense of peace and calm in a way that nothing else could quite achieve. And in the midst of his confusing and sometimes chaotic life? That, at least, was one respite he could find refuge in.

Just as he steps out of the shop, prepared to close it up for the day, he is met with the sight of an unfamiliar girl. Almost immediately do their eyes meet, and Raguna stands in silence as he takes her appearance in. Even more than the silver hair, or strange aura he could feel from her, the first thing he notices about her are the differently colored eyes. Heterochromia, he thinks it’s called? The sight was so uncommon and interesting to him that he finds it difficult to tear his own eyes away.

But of course, his attention drawn back to the girl herself at the sound of her voice, and Raguna starts to feel awkward for having stared, no matter how brief it might have been. “Good evening.” He greets back, hand still lingering on the door handle. “And it’s fine, we were just closing, actually. Did you need something?”

•｡ ❀ Within that moment of time, Iris Noire gazed deeply into the mysterious brown eyes of the beholder whose aura left the vampire in wonder. From his presence alone, she could feel that the spirits of the earth were connected to him, unlike most humans she had encountered -- granting her an insatiable curiosity as to who he was. Part of her found this coincidence to be rather comical, seeing that as of late, the people she met during her evening ventures were quite unusual - beyond her wildest imagination. Alas, their gaze prolonged further than she had intended, so she blinked and tilted her head to the side while he spoke - shifting the energy between their interaction to move things along. Still, to this day, it was amusing to see the intrigued glint in his eye from peering into her own - since she had yet to meet someone whom also experienced heterochromia, other than her beloved other half.

“I see...” She faintly sighed, disappointed that she had not arrived earlier to visit the store while it was open. “No, I didn’t need anything...” Iris Noire turned towards the field of flowers behind her, smiling softly as they basked humbly underneath the moonlight - washing over everything in its beautiful glow. “I just enjoy the flowers you grow... I really love flowers.” 

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𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 | iris noire & violet

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thenervousnurse:

Normally, Violet would never be walking through Arcadia at this hour. The lack of a police presence made her a little nervous, and she preferred to be in her apartment by the time it got dark out. However, that night was a little different. She had some trouble sleeping. Maybe it was restlessness, maybe it was something else. Nothing seemed to work. 

And soon, as she lied in bed, she wondered if she remembered to water the flowers. She usually did it whenever there was a lull in her shift at both the clinic and the shrine. Violet planted the flowers outside of both buildings with permission from the owners under the impression that she would take care of them, after all. It had been rather busy at the shrine that day, with everyone visiting to pray for a good holiday season, for good luck on the tournament, and the likes. 

Slowly, she realized that she didn’t remember caring for them at all that day. So, she shivered down the streets with a thick coat on, hoping some activity would help her relax for the night.

As she approached the shrine, however, she heard a song. A familiar song. One of the songs she had learned from her eldest sister, who had in turn learned it from their mother. It was a beautiful song, the voice singing it far better than Violet could ever dream of pulling off. However, as she began her approach to the shrine, the singing cut out. Soon, she saw a rare sight emerge from the shrine, one of her co-workers, Iris. 

“O-Oh! H-Hello, I-Iris!” Violet greeted shyly, “U-Um…I-I forgot to water the flowers…s-so…” That must sound like a silly reason to walk all this way, even though it was her legitimate reason for being there. She shyly looked down, a little embarrassed.

“U-Um…w-were you the one singing, Iris?” Violet asked curiously, looking back up, “I-I didn’t m-mean to interrupt it…I-I’m s-sorry…”

•｡ ❀ Iris Noire gently smiled, finding the sheepish demeanor of the petite woman to be rather endearing. Some could perceive her innocuous nature as a vulnerability – a weakness that would certainly be the cause of her downfall; alas, perhaps it was the glint of light that sparkled in her eye – but the vampire viewed it as one of her many strengths - such as an ally that should not be taken for granted. Besides, of everyone she has acquainted herself with on the island, the brunette was a person she thought she could trust - at least to a certain capacity. There was always a possibility that this was a facade utilized for the sole purpose of deception; then again, could she have malicious intent? Nonsense.

“Bless your heart. I’m certain that the flowers will be grateful to you remembering them… ♫“ The similarity they shared was their admiration for flowers - part of which Iris Noire appreciated the young woman, especially for her consideration for nature. After all, it was their duty to care for the Earth that unconditionally and selflessly provides for them. “Hm–?” She arched her brow, feeling slightly embarrassed that her singing was audible to her - given that she was capable of hearing it from the path leading up tot he shrine; however, her needless apology caused her to giggle softly towards the notion that she did something wrong. “Yes… I was singing, but please do not apologize. You did not interrupt me, Violet. I suppose… I had a song stuck in my head that needed to be heard by the world.”

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Activity Check ( 11.11.17 )

[ +1,500G ]: For primary job at the Dragon Shrine. [ -1,000G ]: For rent at the Shade Apartments.

New Balance: 5,500G

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𝓃𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒸𝓎 | iris noire & amir

@definitelynotaprince

•｡ ❀ Although her distrust of humans remained prevalent and never wavered, the young woman understood the reality that life would be easier if she were to achieve some capacity of normalcy amongst the Arcadian population. Iris Noire never sought to become unified with the humans, for she maintained a sense of pride towards her lineage and origin of the vampire tribe; however, the idea of coexisting with those who had a history of betraying her and antagonizing her left a bittersweet taste in her mouth. Granted, she thought, not all humans are the same... but then who could she trust? She sighed, quickly losing hope in discovering any commonalities with the fellow residents of the island - especially given her nocturnal nature, it made interaction with those around her even more difficult and inconvenient - on both of their behalves.

The vampire strolled through the park in the midst of the darkness that shrouded her, holding a cup of hot chocolate as the moonlight peeked through the leaves that persevered on the branches of the dying trees. Autumn -- one of the most gorgeous seasons of the year in spite of everything dying -- call it a beautiful tragedy, but ‘tis the cycle of life. She sighed, watching a misty cloud of hot air forming from her lips and floating away -- dissipating in front of her eyes. Meanwhile, the sight of a gentleman sitting quietly on the bench startled her -- to an unusual degree.

“Oh...!” Iris Noire halted in her path - her face flushing with warmth from embarrassment. “My apologies. I... wasn’t expecting to see someone here at such a late hour.”

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𝓁𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒷𝓎 | iris noire & jamie

@demetersblizzard

•｡ ❀ Gazing into the twilight sky, the stars were countless as they spanned across the horizon -- shimmering with hope, over the calm sea below. Iris Noire simply basked in the serene silence, listening solely to the waves that crashed against the cliffside as she was descended amongst a patch of white flowers -- appearing to glow underneath the gentle embrace of the moonlight. The young woman breathed in deeply and exhaled -- freeing her heart from the restraints of the preemptive thoughts of yesterday, ultimately wishing for peace in this new life she was living. With confusion and doubt swirling around her and the decisions she was making, the answer seemed obscure as to what to do now. To soothe her mind from wandering aimlessly with no hopes of a return, the vampire recalled a lullaby and allowed her voice to escape her -- into the stilled air. 

A soft yet genuine smile graced her lips as the memories of her family flashed in her mind -- times of happiness she yearned for in the modern day. Alas, when she finished her song, the reality set in -- she must live in the moment and not linger in the past. Suddenly, from nearby, the sound of rustling leaves captivated her attention and caused her to turn her head towards the unknown source.

“Who goes there?” Iris Noire called out, unexpecting of another presence in her midst.

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𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈 | iris noire & mist

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mistresstrupin:

“Hm… you think so?” Mist said. “Usually I’m pretty good about remembering my dreams, so I’m not very sure why this one’s all foggy… Then again, I don’t think it was a very good one, so maybe I don’t want to remember…” 

“It’s a little bit bemusing, to be honest.”

Mist tilted her head, listening to the woman’s explanation that it was early. “Ah, so you’re a bit of a night owl, are you? I’m usually more of an early riser myself. But night time can be beautiful in it’s own way,” she said, agreeing with the other girl’s sentiment. “I always like how nice the moon looks… Everything’s a bit calmer at night, isn’t it? I always got the feelings nighttime was more mystical, somehow. Your senses tend to be sharper than during the day, you know?” Mist had tried explaining this before, but she mostly got confused responses about how it was harder to see at night. But Mist wasn’t talking about sight, exactly. She wasn’t really talking about hearing, either. She always had trouble explaining exactly what she meant. Still, she never stopped saying it, because it was true. Her senses were sharper at night- even if she couldn’t explain what that meant.

•｡ ❀ “I... don’t know for certain. Dreams are a fickle thing.” Iris Noire hushed her voice, pausing to quietly sigh in reflection of her nightmare that had startled her enough to awaken her prematurely - venturing into the midst of the night and stumbling upon a human. To be fair, she needn’t be disappointed for narrowly avoiding collision with this particular young woman - she provided interesting discourse, something the vampire craves even more than the blood coursing through the veins of a living being. “Hm... it is a little bemusing, isn’t it? Sometimes, dreams can be an escape from reality or journey deeper inside yourself. Though, at other times... well, as you said, you maybe do not want to remember.”

Her lips remained closed to conceal her giggle, clearly amused by the sentiment of her being compared to a night owl - though, it was sensible in the figurative sense. “Indeed. ♪ Nighttime is very calm and peaceful... when most are asleep dreaming, those awake can bask in the tranquility of the outdoors with no one else... except for the stars.” She tilted her head back to peer towards the twilight sky, knowing that more stars await to unveil themselves from behind the black curtain and twinkle. “It can also be mysterious,” she spoke quietly whilst lowering her head to eye level, “since it is the time when nocturnal creatures are most active.” The young woman nodded affirmatively, intrigued by her notion that senses are typically sharper once night falls instead of when the sun has risen - leading her to wonder further about who exactly is this person, especially considering how the spirits appear to radiate around her essence. “I understand what you mean. You feel... more connected with the land, in a sense - yes?” She asked in hopes of clarifying her preconception of the blonde maiden. “May I... ask for your name?”

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𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈 | iris noire & mist

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mistresstrupin:

Mist found herself out wandering later than she expected. Well, it really couldn’t be helped. She had gone to bed early- almost shockingly early, one might say. However, before long, she found herself tossing and turning. She woke with a start, gasping, but struggling to remember exactly what it was she had dreamed about. She pondered this for a while, before finally accepting that she wasn’t going to fall back asleep any time soon. It should be fine if she just took a walk, right?

She left the apartments, wandering aimlessly, until she nearly crashed into someone walking the opposite way. “Oh my!” she exclaimed, barely able to stop herself in time. “No, that’s okay,” she said, brushing off the other woman’s apology. “I wasn’t paying attention either. I was stuck trying to remember a most peculiar dream… I guess dreams are better left for sleeping, huh?”

She smiled. “In any case, I’m fine. How about you? It’s rather late for an evening stroll, don’t you think?” she said, despite being out for that very reason herself. 

•｡ ❀ Iris Noire felt a gentle, cool breeze slip in between her intricate fingers and out through the blonde locks of the other young woman’s hair. Her eyes gazed past the side of her face to witness the moon, shining in all of its glory - as she listened to the spirits whisper to her something incomprehensible; yet, she could gather that it regarded this mysterious stranger. She honestly did not anticipate her to continue onward with her apology and transition into a conversational exchange; alas, instead of bidding herself away, she will be attentive and see what more she could learn about this far from an ordinary individual.

“I suppose... but if you are trying to recollect the details about a dream you had, perhaps it needed to make itself known for when you are awake.” She proposed, finding it coincidental that these two were both struggling with dreams they had experienced; though, for her sake, she hoped it was anything but a nightmare for the other woman. “Thank you for asking, but I am fine. Indeed, it is late... but for some of us, it’s early. ♪” She chimed, likely just amusing herself. “It is beautiful outside... wouldn’t you agree?”

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𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈 | iris noire & mist

@mistresstrupin

•｡ ❀ Clenching tightly onto the sheets, the young woman turned and tossed inside her bed - writhing endlessly until the nightmare afflicting her caused her to wake up, slightly short of breath. Iris Noire graced her chest with her hand, feeling her heart pound as she closed her eyes and breathed deeply - in and out. Moments passed as the silence of the nighttime befell upon her, with the exception of the occasional rat scurrying through the paper thin walls. She tensely exhaled, confused and partially frightened as to what had just transpired during her slumber - what could it have possibly meant? Only time could tell; thus, she arose from the heap of mess that encompassed her bed and continued about her normal preparation for her waking hours - bathing and clothing herself before departing into the outdoors.

She appeared to be wandering aimlessly as she attempted to piece together the puzzle that would clarify the meaning behind that terrible dream - could it have been that delectable sweet she partook in prior to falling asleep? That, in itself, was pure nonsense - certainly, her heart would be put to ease with clarity in any capacity within the near future. Meanwhile, during her analyzation of an intangible idea that more than likely did not require as much attention as it received, the young woman nearly collided with another walking in the opposite direction - that was until she managed to evade the blonde stranger.

“Pardon me,” Iris Noire pressed down on her skirt, “I was not paying attention to where I was walking. Are you alright?” A mysterious air about this unfamiliar individual led her to become quite curious; alas, those must be put set aside for now.

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𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 | iris noire & violet

@thenervousnurse

•｡ ❀ Iris Noire brushed her hand against the ancient stone of the shrine, sending shivers down her spine as she sensed the history of this monument. It still was bizarre that given how long she has roamed this planet, she held no recollection of dragons soaring across the skies - much less held on a pedestal of religious beliefs. Perhaps this was a story not passed down in her tribe - or possibly her other half knew? Questions with no clear answers, she discarded those interruptive thoughts as she focused on cleaning the dead leaves that scattered across the land - to respect the Dragon King, as well as present this place in an aesthetically pleasing way. 

Once her task was deemed satisfactory in her eyes, she paused to bask in the moonlight and listen to the spirits of the wind as a current rushed past her. She certainly admired this holy place on the island, for it appeared that her communication with the spirits was inordinately strong there. Within the moment of silence, her supple lips opened and out came a beautiful song - containing ancient dialect and pieces of words that she had forgotten some of. Timeless as it may be, memory is not always up to par.

Then, in the distance, her ears pricked towards the noise of footsteps clicking against the stone pathway leading to the shrine. Iris Noire concluded her melodic tune prematurely and headed towards the entrance to welcome the individual to the shrine, relaying her lecture that she learned when she applied for an employee position here. Much to her surprise, the person was not that much of a stranger - it was a fellow co-worker who was mainly here during the daylight hours. “Good evening,” she greeted the young woman. “What brings you here at this hour, Violet?”

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𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅 | iris noire & raguna

@therunefarmer

•｡ ❀ With the sun setting beneath the horizon, and the clouds made way for the stars to peak from underneath the twilight that blanketed the sky -- Iris Noire awoke from her deep slumber. Humming a melodic tune to express her gratitude to the spirits for welcoming her to the waking reality, she arose from her bed and spent no time lingering whilst getting ready for her ventures in the nighttime. At this point, she had become accustomed to a routine that she followed over the course of the week prior to appearing at the Dragon King Shrine to perform her duties -- contrary to popular belief, individuals _did _visit the shrine during the witching hour for whatever reason it may be. Sometimes they simply could not sleep and experienced their fair share of insomnia. Sometimes, though, they sought guidance and answers in their darkest hour.

Alas, it was her livelihood for the time being - until she moved on to the next thing, which remained distant in the forefront of her mind. The young woman perused the path that winded through the outskirts of the heart of Arcadia - where the tree canopies appeared to be painted like the sunset containing shades of red, yellow, and orange. It was this path she most adored, for around the corner came one of her most favorite sights on this island - the farm called Fantastic Flowers.

She fell astray from the paved path and trod through the grass towards the main building where the shop was located. From there, she stopped a couple steps in front of the entrance where she held a marvelous view of all the flowers that were blossoming - glowing and shimmering as they basked in the moonlight. Iris Noire softly smiled, pleased to see that these natural beauties were cared for; however, the smile quickly faded away when the door behind her was swung open by someone inside.

Iris Noire slowly turned around to face the stranger, watching him as he screeched to a halt and maintained eye contact with her. “Good evening,” she greeted the brunet gentleman, “I hope I did not startle you... I wasn’t aware that the shop was still open at this hour.”