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Dear *anyone*
Mayves would sit herself down at the table in her room, a single piece of parchment along with a pen and a half empty inkwell all waiting to be used, set out in front of her. She would get herself as comfy as possible in the hard wooden chair knowing she would be there for a while, provided to her by House Reinhardtâs barracks, where she was currently staying. With a soft sigh she would pick up the pen, dipping the tip in the inkwell before beginning to write her letter.
âDear Va-â
No no, she couldnât write that! Sheâd shake her head and try to fix her mistake best she could, and would continue writing.
âDear my love,
How long has it been since we last saw each other? Far too long, I feel. Iâm sure youâre doing your best on the Broken Shore, as I expect no less from you. Not much has happened on my side; at least not that I know of. Soon though, I will be going out with a small team of people to retrieve the items I lost during the worgen attack. Iâm hoping everything goes okay, however strangely enough I havenât had any visions related to it, so Iâm not sure if thatâs a sign I should worried or not. But, enough about me, how are you doing? The Broken Shore isnât taking too much of a toll on you, is it? I hope you can come visit soonâŠI miss you. I know I probably sound silly by now, repeating the same things over and over in my letters, so thatâs why Iâm trying to keep this one short. As such, I will end it here. I love you, and please take care out there.
Love,
Mayvesâ
Once finished writing the letter, she would neatly fold it up, standing with the parchment in hand to bring it over to the dresser in the room. Opening up one of the drawers, she would place the letter in with other folded parchments, stacked neatly next to her journal. It would not be sent out.
"Aren't you friends with a ah...Poris? What's the dynamic there?"
âPoris? H-Heâs just a friend whoâs helped me through some tough timesâŠheâs actually the one who introduced me to House Reinhardt. I was visiting Stormwind and was a bit lostâŠthen I- heh, quite literally bumped into the giant. Maybe that sounds somewhat cliche, but thatâs what happened. HeâsâŠs-scary, Iâll admitâŠbut under his exterior heâs a kind person. He showed me where I needed to go, and made conversation with me, thus I learned about House ReinhardtâŠI-I feel bad though, because I know Iâm not the best person for conversationâŠspeaking of which, I hope Iâm not rambling! SorryâŠu-uhmâŠthatâs basically it thoughâŠâ
(( @poriss for mention! <3 ))
What does Mayves see in her visions- with or without Divination?
âT-Too much, and too little...good, and bad. Some might call my innate ability to see visions a gift, but I rather prefer calling it a curse...â
Anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with.
Send me one "Dear---" and I'll write a letter to this person
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person Iâm jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Reasons to continue RP:
First, itâs for your own enjoyment then plots, storylines, partners, friends, and anons.
Itâs something for you to laugh about. Something to cheer about. Something to look forward to. But itâs never something for you to stress about. Something for you to cry about. Something for you to feel guilty about.
Yes, there will be times when it seems like no one is paying attention to you and times when you are just lost, no longer knowing what to do. So then be a mirror reflecting yourself back, and remember the times when you thought all of this was too hard and youâd never make it through. Remember the times you could have pressed quit â but you hit continue.
StillâŠplease do remember that no one is worth you suffering for, but you donât need to quit to leave. As long as you continueâŠjust this time without them, there will be new plots, new storylines, new partners and new friends waiting for you.Â
Everyone knows this type of painâŠbut we are not meant to carry with us so closely forever. Be certain⊠in the belief that what pain belongs to now will belong soon to then. That when someone asks you how was your day, itâs the only way that some of us know how to say to you thatâŠWe are a communityâŠWe are here for youâŠJust talk to us, and we will give you a shoulder to cry on.
Youâre invited to a
Ladies Tea & Luncheon
Sunday July 30th at the fifth bell of the evening.
Hosted by Lady Kilmaster
{| @madame-miersae - @vanaleigh - @emilliacorwin - @koraceyn-harper - @lorna-rivercroft - @gilmina-graeme - @mayvesjones - @missevangelinewinters - @amaralynn |}
 ((I only linked/invited one character per player. Or attempted to. There will be an invite in game for those who donât have tumblrs to link.))
I AM HAPPY TO RP PLATONICALLY
Not everything has to be a ship
not every thread has to be lovey dovey.
I want friendships, enemies, family
I want everything real life has.
I donât just rp for shipping.
I rp for it all.
Gilneas
Her eyes read the text easily in the dark. Seeing at night in her Worgen form was one thing she missed most. It was hard to believe she had missed out on it all these years. Not hiding made life easier. Living among others this way was a dream come true. Not longer did she have to fear possibly hurting someone. Now, people could avoid her as they saw fit. She had been defeated before, she could be defeated again. Her eyes slid shut. It was all she could do to bask in the moment of peace.Â
She had been defeated.
It had been some days now since she was turned feral. Forced from her human form by that Penmont prick, she had tried to fight him head on when he forced her through a portal. She ended up in the House office ins Stormwind City. Between being enraged at being trapped and Danvers, Vylnce with other House members trying to get her out, the office, the hallway and the stairs leading up had been a mess of broken glass and doors with claw marks on the wall and the ceiling. And the paperwork that she messed up? Thinking of it made her groan. Thinking of it was not a part of the piece. She had yet to apologize, yet she knew Lady Miersae understood: it had been out of her control. Despite her actions, the Lady and others of her house knew that is she had the choice, it would not have happened as it did.Â
That meant more to her than anything, so she spoke no apologies. The only one she owed an apology to was the man the clawed - Galen Thraece. A low growl came from her. Maybe she would apologize for that. The man wasnât a member of the House, yet ended up pinning her down in full beat mode. he had been the one to keep him from attacking Vanaleigh, he had also fought back when she was a feral acting redhead. She owed him more of a thank you than an apology. He kept her from acting out again. For that, she would be eternally grateful. Even Hastery was there with her.
A shift of her head and she saw the man now. Asleep in the chair, book and parchment with a pen before him. The light was low on her side, but she was able to clearly make out his features. She recalled him in his own âcursedâ form - a chuckle came to her. Male or female, he was a sight for sore eyes. He was still himself after all.Â
A slight frown came over her face, recalling some recent changes sheâd noticed. When they first met at Jennyâs party, she knew immediately who he had a crush on. Cana was nothing like the docile, friendly girl in pink. He was equally friendly - odd as fuck, but he was decent when Cana was harsh. Maybe she wasnât as bad as she thought. That was when she chose to be human and keep this treasured, terrifying side of her hidden.
Now she let the strongest side of her be on display. Memories of the positive happenings with Faeril, the Morningstars, that Worgen with VanaâŠ. Finnegan Marrowgrove. She had yet to fully address Vana on it⊠Cana hadnât met the womanâs eyes yet. Some people, like Valerie and Gaves, were terrified of her - or just simply wished not to look at her. Despite how they felt, her feelings of them remained the same. Some even surprised her and stayed regardless, like Hastery.
To be honest, no one surprised her as much as he did.
With a chuckle, the thought back to the decks of The Guardian ship. Though he has a shaky start, Hastery had come out victor over a large number of foes. It was a lot better than what Cana had. She had ended up being one of the wounded. He may fumble, but he never gave up. He may be beaten, but she had yet to see him be defeated. He was something special. It was easy to see that. It was easier to express herself now. She had many reasons for that. If living life as a human was as simple as living life as a Worgen, that would be a dream come true. Perhaps with Hastery, and other friends like Vana, Careston, Mayves and Kora, she could do just that.
It would just take a bit of work for such a dream to come true. It was a miracle to have a dream at all. Thinking of her House, she had a few reasons for it.
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Finally got all of those asks done! Send me more so I can hoard them and then answer them all at once. >:3
đ- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought?
âUhm...yes, I am a daydreamer. I think about a lot of things...most of the time I suppose my thoughts are on my studies. I donât think Iâve ever caught myself while lost in thought...I-Iâm not really sure what that means.â
đ- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything?
âBooks! I-Iâm a boring person, I know, but I just love books. Maybe I should become a librarian...â