Ghost Reveries

Road into the dark unaware Winding ever higher Dependent Multimuse blog for theveilshq Alastair Rook, Benji Locke, Charles Desmond, William "Moonchild" Grayson III

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super-naturxl‌:

Abigail was not certain why anyone would even be interested in doing an activity after being lit on fire. Accidently lit on fire to be precise yet he didn’t need to know that detail at this moment. Just in the small interaction they had, it seemed as if he was sophisticated. He was very well put together and it only attracted her further to him while at the same time filled her with guilt over the fact she had ruined his shirt. First with the fire then with dumping water on him. When he had encouraged the nickname it only caused her heart to further flutter with every passing second. Laughing as he encouraged her Abigail couldn’t keep the grin off her face. “Char sounds good. It has a nice ring to it.” Not being able to help herself as she found herself entertained by the overall idea of having a nickname for him already. The mention of chocolate caused a hum to make its way past her lips. “Yes. Well kind of. Milk chocolate. Not the dark stuff. There isn’t anything wrong with it as a thing but I just don’t like it. Milk chocolate and sweets in general. Like a smore with double chocolate sweet.” Abby ranted only to force herself to shut up instead of continuing her rant. It seemed she never knew when to stop talking. “Oh cool. Sure. Yeah.” She said with a nod as she moved to follow in his footsteps with a clear pip in her steps. “What do you do for work? Are you supposed to dress like that? Not that it’s bad. It is actually like super handsome but also like different.” There she went again putting her foot in her mouth. 

Charles laughed lightly at her specific clarifications with regards to what kinds of chocolate she liked, versus which kind she didn’t, a twinkle of adoration in his eyes as he listened to her go on. He was honestly in awe of just how adorable this girl was, and he couldn’t completely hide that fact. “I...I’m sorry, are you real?” He asked after a slight pause once she was done rambling with a laugh and a shake of his head, before he tilted his head to the side a bit, as though to look at her from a different angle might reveal that she was a figment of his imagination, or highly convincing illusion. When she didn’t disappear, he laughed again, biting down on his lip a bit before he shrugged. “Well you seem real enough, though I’m admittedly a little surprised by that. I just never would have imagined that someone could possibly be so...adorable. I thought for sure you had to be some kind of a hallucination.” He was still chuckling lightly from this moment of revelation that she was genuinely there in the flesh, when he heard her question about what he did for work. “Ah well, I’m in the service of one of Wildemount’s wealthier residents. I help manage her household, and carry out tasks as she assigns them to me to help keep her comfortable and happy. I guess you might call me her butler, although she doesn’t refer to me as such.” He answered with a nod and a small shrug of his shoulders. “As for the attire I wear, that’s definitely related to my job, although in truth, I would choose to dress this way even if it wasn’t expected of me.” He added, a grin spreading across his lips due to her compliment. “Especially with it reaping me such praise as being ‘super handsome’ from someone such as yourself. Thank you, by the way.” His eyes lingered on her features as he took a moment to really appreciate how remarkable this entire turn of events had turned out to be, and how lucky he felt to, as strange and humorous as it was to think about, have been set on fire. Clearing his throat, he tore his eyes away from admiring her and brought them forward to the path before them again. “What about you? What do you do with your time, when you’re not putting out people who spontaneously combust?” He asked playfully, but also genuinely curious.

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super-naturxl‌:

Seeing the blush rise on her own face she wondered if she might have said something to upset him. It was only as she heard the words that followed Abigail realized that it wasn’t anger that caused him to turn red. “Yeah. That like… The whole thing.” She muttered awkwardly gesturing to his body but making sure not to touch him still. Finding her blush only becoming worse with each word that left his lips she could help to smile at him. “Well uh- thank you. I don’t think so but thank you.” Attempting to assure herself for a moment it was clear that she didn’t exude any confidence when it came to herself but she would certainly compliment when she found something that she admired. Well in this case someone. Not being able to hold back a laugh hearing the offer of Charmander Abby nodded some. “I like Charmander. I could even call you Char. If you were okay with that.” She added quickly not wanting to like the idea only for him to think it was awful. Listening to him ramble the blonde bit her bottom lip slightly glad that she wasn’t the only one who was rambling at his point. The moment he mentioned hot cocoa she was sold. Well,the moment he wasn’t upset that he caught fire he had really showed his character. “Yeah. If hot chocolate is included then I will gladly go with you.” 

Charles was definitely not unaware of his physical attractiveness. He knew that he’d been blessed with good looks, and that it had largely been thanks to those good looks that he had been turned into a vampire, and had ended up in the service of Gabriella for the past 800 years; after all, why would she want to keep someone around for all of eternity if they weren’t nice to look at? Nonetheless, despite knowing that he wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes, he was taken aback that Abby seemed to be so effected by him, and seemed to hold his features in the highest regard. He couldn’t remember ever having such an effect on anyone before, and he was admittedly feeling a bit flattered by such a thing; especially coming from someone who was extremely pretty herself, even if she was in denial about that particular detail. He wanted to insist that she was every bit as pretty as he said she was when she denied being as much, but he also didn’t want to come on too strong, and so he let it go, feeling that the way his eyes lingered on his features spoke volumes about how attractive he thought she was without needing to say another word about it anyways. “I’m definitely okay with Char. Nobody else calls me that either, so that will be a unique to you thing; look at that, two minutes in, and we already have one of those!” He said with a grin. He couldn’t help but like the idea of being called something different by this girl who was garnering more and more of his interest by the minute. He was very glad to hear her finally agree to go with him, a laugh escaping his throat and he eyed her. “Ahh, so chocolate is the key to your heart I take it then huh?” He asked playfully. “Well then, let’s go get you some! I just need to drop by my work quickly, but it’s on the way anyways.” He added with a nod in the direction they needed to go, beginning to walk, but still waiting for her to fall in stride beside him before he would walk at his normal pace.

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super-naturxl‌:

Even with the fire being put out her hands continued to run over the fabric as if her magic would suddenly make it perfect one more. If she was even a slightly better witch then there might have been an opportunity to make the shirt perfect once more. The chuckle caught her off guard as she looked at him with wide eyes waiting for the worse to come. “Because… I- uh-” Finding herself stumbling over her words Abigail wasn’t certain what to say. “I put water on it and made you wet.” It wasn’t the best grammar as she stumbled over her words to try and form a sentence longer than three words. When making the realization she still had her hands on him she quickly lifted them and held them up innocently knowing her cheeks began to heat as the smallest of a blush covered her cheeks. “Wow. Okay. Never going to touch your clothes again.” She muttered making a mental notation. As if he didn’t look nice enough already she had to just catch him on fire. When he asked for her name the blonde she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before hesitating to answer. “Abby. Well, Abigail but everyone calls me Abby. Not everyone but like most people who know me.” She overly decided to share. “Tea? With you like it now? Do you want to change or I can buy you a new shirt still or you still look perfect for the most part? Your face is still perfect and the rest of you is like.. wow. Are you sure you want to get tea with me and not someone else who is pretty as you?” 

Charles couldn’t tell if the girl was still high strung from what had just happened, or if she was just always that way, but either way, he found it to be quite adorable. He was caught off guard when she rambled on about him looking perfect, her further compliments to his face and the rest of him actually prompting a tinge of blush to rise in his cheeks. “Perfect? Wow? Pretty? Me? I uh...ha...I’m sorry, have you....have you seen you? I mean, have you looked in a mirror lately?” He asked with a nervous chuckle and a small shake of his head. “You..are more than pretty enough to go to tea with me. Not that being pretty is a prerequisite to such a thing, but if it was, I can promise you that you would have nothing to worry about; you would definitely make the cut Abigail. Abby.” He assured her with a grin and a nod of his head, before he extended his hand for a shake. “I’m Charles. Or Charlie. Whatever you prefer really. Heck, you can call me Charmander, if that’s what you’d prefer. I guess that would be kind of fitting, since I did catch on fire and everything. Ah, see? Now I’m rambling. You got me all flustered with calling me perfect and...and leaving me wondering whether you’re actually going to go to tea with me or not!” He said with a laugh and a small shrug of his shoulders. “A cup of coffee, tea, or hot cocoa, on me. What do you say?”

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super-naturxl‌:

Oh god. This was bad. It was very bad in fact. Abigail had been too far in thought and didn’t realize that what had happened until it was too late. Watching the fabric catch fire she knew that it was her fault. Hitting her hand against the fabric and blowing on it the blonde did everything to try putting it out. Grabbing her large waterbottle she always kept on her Abby eventually was able to get the small flame out. Turning her head to see if anyone had seen she locked eyes with another. “I don’t know where that came from. I can pay for the shirt.” 

Charles was just on his way back to the house from running some errands for Gabriella, when, quite suddenly, he found himself to be on fire. He hardly had time to react before some girl was smacking at the fire and trying to blow it out. When those two things failed, despite his opening his mouth to protest, to let her know that he would handle this, she pulled out a water bottle and dumped it down his front. For a moment he stood dumbfounded as the girl tried to explain, before finally, a small chuckle slipped through his lips and he shook his head. “If you don’t know where it came from, then why would you need to pay for the shirt?” He asked with a shake of his head, and amused glint in his eye. He’d encountered enough witches in his time to feel pretty certain that this girl was one of them, and given this mishap and her reaction to it, he could only assume that if he was right about her being a witch, that she was pretty new to it. “Listen, it’s not a problem alright? Accidents happen. Plus, I don’t want to tell you how much this dress shirt cost, but something tells me you might actually want to set me on fire if I tried to make you pay for it.” He added with a playful grimace. “Instead, why don’t you tell me your name, and maybe let me take you for a cup of coffee? Or maybe tea would be better. Herbal tea. To, you know, help calm your nerves after what just happened.”

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@edgarwayne​

It was unusual to see the little cafe where Alastair had taken a liking to getting his afternoon tea be so packed; a quick scan of the room found no available tables for him to take a seat at. Further investigation revealed the reason why: it appeared that the cafe was the site of a monthly social gathering for one of the town’s clubs. Although he considered turning around, perhaps just getting tea brought to his room at the Renaissance, upon noticing that there was one person who didn’t seem to be with the rest, and was sitting alone at his table, he decided instead to approach and try his luck. “Good afternoon. Please forgive my intrusion, but I was wondering whether you might mind if I took this empty seat across from you?” He asked. “As I am sure you have no doubt taken notice to, it is currently quite busy in here, and no other seats seem to be available, and while others would almost certainly take that as a sign that they should leave and go elsewhere, no where in town makes my tea quite as well as this establishment does I am afraid to say.”

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octaviadrake‌:

Octavia couldn’t believe what was currently happening between her and the man before her. Not only was she running into someone from the circus that was probably the highlight of her childhood, but he had remembered her. And that had touched her much more than she expected it to. “Well, yeah. I was a child. I’m shocked you found me familiar.” She said honestly. “You look the same.” She pointed out. “I mean… not exactly the same. Of course you look much more mature now.” She said, noting that he was no longer the teenager that she had met years ago. “Moony.” She repeated and she couldn’t help but smile when he bowed. She remembered why she was so drawn to him when she was younger, it all came back to her. “I’m Octavia.” She said, wondering if he remembered what her name was back then. But she didn’t dwell on it too much. What she did dwell on, however, was how she was unsure whether or not she should bow in return and after some contemplation, she decided against it. She figured it would look unnatural if she did. 

Moony laughed at her words, shaking his head a bit. “No, you’re right. I do look the same. The only real difference is that I can grow facial hair now; at least that’s what I like to tell myself while trying to avoid looking at my wrinkles in the mirror.” He joked with a playful wink. When she introduced herself as being Octavia, his brows furrowed with slight confusion, mostly because he felt almost certain that she had called herself something different all those years ago; after all, Octavia wasn’t exactly a common name, and so he felt as though he would have remembered that being her name. However, he didn’t say anything about it, understanding all too well himself the desire to go by a name different from one’s own; almost no one knew that his name was actually William. “Well, Octavia, perhaps you can catch me up on what you’ve been up to for the past twenty years while you allow me to buy you a drink?” He offered with a playful, flirtatious smile.

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charles how do you feel about gabby claiming you while only being back for a few days?

“Claiming me? Claiming me how exactly?”

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alastair: so if you could sleep with anyone in town, who would you pick then?

“Hmm well I think this is hardly a fair question for me to be answering, seeing as I have yet to meet everyone in this town. I have seen a number of very beautiful women out and about, but I have no idea about their statuses of availability, nor whether they would have any interest in sleeping with myself. So, on the basis of not having all the necessary information to answer this question accurately, I shall decline to answer it at all.”

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Charles what is it like being with Gabriella again?

“It’s like being home again. Being at Gabriella’s side is where I’m meant to be. Serving her is what I’m meant to be doing. I’m happy to be back where I belong.” @super-naturxl

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Charles do you still love Gabriella?

“I will always love Gabriella. Always. And I will do absolutely anything for her. But, I also understand that things will never be the way that I wish they could be with her. And so, I know it’s time for me to try moving on, to try finding someone else to give my heart to. For the sake of both myself, and Gabriella.” @super-naturxl

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Alastair... when are you finally going to get laid?

“Ahh now that is certainly a relevant question. I suppose the answer is, whenever the opportunity might present itself. To be frank, it has been far too long for my own preference, so it’s not as though I’m holding out for someone special, or anything like that.”

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Be sure to specify which muse you’re sending the question to (Alastair, Jason, Charles, and Moony)

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super-naturxl‌:

As she laid eyes on him nothing had changed about him. His stature remained the same, the way his eyes locked onto her own, his build, the little details on his feature from just the way his lips twitched. Even if they had spent four years away, nothing had changed about him it seemed. After their last interaction had been so off the rails that she never expected him to even desire to be around her presence. While it made her heart full to lay eyes on him she had no idea what would be leaving his lips. For all, she knew he could have come to confront her about their situation still. They had been together for so long. For it to all end in one night was unearthing. 

Chuckling at the male’s words she decided to keep her distance for now. Uncertain of how this would actually go. If they would be able to move past the situation or if this was just a way for him to come back or even worse. She didn’t know what to expect from him at this point or if his humanity was turned back on. Her answers came as he spoke. Finally making her way completely down the steps to greet him properly the brunette let her thumb graze where the tear had fallen down his cheek. “I would have rather you been honest with me a few centuries ago, Charles.” She informed before letting her head drop uncertain if it was out of the line of her to still care about him in such a way. Keeping the smallest of a smile on face the brunette pressed her lips together in thought before speaking once more. “We should consider how things ended with us before. Would you like to make yourself comfortable? There is a room upstairs for you if you would like to stay. We can speak on the sofa.” 

Though Charles was surprised by her reaching out and grazing his cheek with her thumb, he didn’t recoil or pull away from the touch. It was comforting and familiar in a way that no other person’s touch could ever be. Her words that followed the action prompted a slight chuckle to rise in his throat, before he shook his head. “With all due respect my lady, I have to disagree with that sentiment. I shouldn’t have told you how I felt any sooner than I did; what I actually should have done is just not told you how I felt at all.” He insisted, exhaling a heavy sigh. He knew deep down that there was no way that he could have held his feelings in any longer than he had, but that didn’t stop him from believing that he should have found it in himself to do so anyway.

In truth, Charles could feel a certain sense of dread mounting inside of him at the mention of discussing how things had been left between them when he’d departed four years ago. He knew that there was no avoiding the conversation, that it was something that needed to be done if they were going to move forward, but after spending the past four years doing everything in his power to avoid reliving the events of that night, it was a natural instinct for him to do so; one that he now needed to fight against. “You’re right. As much as I’d like to put that night behind me forever, and pretend it never happened, I think it’s time that I stop running from it.” He said, exhaling another sigh whilst nodding his head. “I would love to stay. But perhaps we should evaluate once we’ve discussed all that we need to discuss?” He added. He sincerely hoped that when all was said and done that night, he would be able to resume his post serving Gabriella just as he had for nearly eight hundred years, as though the past four years had never happened, but until they talked things through, he had no idea how likely that was.

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ofqiu‌:

“One of them, yes. This is actually the most I’ve walked yet since then. No one ever talks about happens to your body post b- I’m sorry, I must sound really creepy talking about post birth to a stranger. I’m Anna.” She stuck her hand out to him. 

Alastair chuckled at the young woman’s words, nodding his head. “Yes, well, under normal circumstances, I am inclined to agree that you likely would seem quite strange talking to a stranger about such things. However, fortunately for you, in this particular case the stranger you are speaking to is a doctor, and has delivered several babies in his time, and continues to be fascinated by everything to do with the miracle of birth.” He said, giving a small shrug of his shoulders, before he took her hand to shake it when she extended it. “It is a sincere pleasure to meet you Anna. I am Alastair.” He said, inclining his head in another small courteous bow.

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lawman-quint‌:

Seeing the injured man had Quint moving quickly towards them, holding a hand up. “Woah woah….easy, sir.” He stated, wanting to make sure the other didnt over work himself. And with the blood visible and the other looking sore from what Quint assumed was a fight, the man reached up to his shoulder and quickly requested for an ambulance. “Any other wounds? Ya know ya name and where ya are sir?”

Jason shook his head at the officer’s question. “No, nothing too serious. Just a couple scrapes and bruises. And my name is Jason and I’m in Wildemount.” He answered. He noticed that the officer had called for an ambulance for him, and he wasn’t about to argue about it, even though there was no way that he was actually going to be stepping foot in the hospital, especially since his injuries were nothing he was incapable of patching up himself. 

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nctgold‌:

Mal looked straight at the mans injury then at him when he spoke, telling the bartender he’ll get this drink for him. “Alrighty.” The angel wasn’t going to argue that. “One question though” He pointed at the injury “what happened here? You should really go get that checked out at the clinic.”

Jason was confused for a moment by the man’s question, until he glanced down and saw that he was bleeding through his shirt. Pulling it up, he pulled back the bandage, before he exhaled a sigh. “Well fuck.” He cursed, giving a small shake of his head. “Nah I’ll be fine. It’s really not as bad as it looks. I should probably go clean it up though.” He said to the other male with a shrug of his shoulders, getting up from his seat to head to the bathroom.

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cb-vovol-sjd‌:

What a… strangely polite man. Maybe it was because everyone int his town seemed to be old as God himself, or maybe it was because Cyrus silently missed the bustle and attitude of Manhattan but he was always caught off guard by people who… bowed.

He had just gotten off the phone with his ex-wife when the stranger approached, asking about an inn and a bar which is where Cyrus felt like he needed to head right now anyway. Phone calls with Deena were never easy. They always reminded him of what he lost.

“Afternoon.” he nodded, attempting to fix the slightly pained expression on his face, “Oh, sure, sure. There’s a hotel not too far from here actually, down a couple of blocks there. But this town is notorious for beautiful airbnb’s, bed and breakfasts and the like. I’d recommend looking into some of those first.” He slid his hands into his pockets to warm them, shrugging, “As far as a drink goes you’re in luck. I was thinking of heading to get one myself. A friend of mine owns a pub down the street. I can show you if you’d like.” He glanced at the man’s face, offering his hand for him to shake, “Cyrus Vogol. Welcome to Wildemount.”

Alastair was impressed by the polite and courteous tone with which the man spoke to him, and how openly helpful he seemed to be. Such an attitude was quite a rarity in the world today, where most people were far too absorbed in themselves and their own dealings to be of any great help to anyone, unless there was something in it for them. He listened as the man spoke, giving his recommendations, before he nodded his head in understanding. “Your recommendations are both noted, and appreciated. Thank you.” He said, giving another small bow of his head. “Now, perhaps you will allow me to repay your helpfulness by buying you a drink at the pub you mentioned that your friend owns?” He suggested with a shrug and a hint of a smile.