❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞
❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞
❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞
❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞
❝ actually we've met before. ❞
❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞
❝ care to join me? ❞
❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞
❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞
❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞
❝ could you help me with something? ❞
❝ do you like it here? ❞
❝ are you new around here? ❞
❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞
❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞
❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞
❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞
❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞
❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞
❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞
❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞
ACTIONS:
VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time
VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time
CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time
CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time
BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together
TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.
SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.
GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.
INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time
INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time
TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time
TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day
COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up
COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up
OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up
OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up
Aylin had done more for him than he could have expected. The vampire blood she had given him healed wounds that would have taken months to naturally heal. It didn't mean his body stopped hurting; that his mind was healed. A sense of self-preservation wasn't repaired; the half of him that was missing was still dead. That wasn't something vampire blood could heal.
Of course, Pom was worried; she was his friend, a woman with a big heart. Her hand touching his face was her way of seeing him; it wasn't anything more than that, was it? "I don't think they were a bear, but close."
His own hand moved to cover hers, trying to reassure her that he was okay... well he was now. "Aylin used some vampire blood Pom."
Pom still kept her hand close to his, trying her best not cry. She was supposed to be strong not weak. She gripped his face a bit harder. "Whatever they are. I hope their ass gets kicked." Pom said not helping but wanting the worst for whoever hurt someone she held dear.
Pom nodded slowly. "It's good to know." Pom said trying to keep her voice even. "It does work wonders." Pom remarked. She leaned in and just pausing over a rougher patch of bruised skin. She couldnt hold the tears inside
"I'm sorry I couldn't be t-there for you." Pom said a single tear stream down her face.Her sobs sounding strangled. "Is there anything-" Pom asked almost a plead.
“It’s no trouble.” Nash said as he shook his head, “Just trying to make this place welcoming to everyone.” His last job certainly hadn’t allowed him to be flexible with the people around him, so in this self made part of his life Nash felt he should make space where he could.
“Let’s see our regular specials are our Deep Blue Blazer, the Medusas Wreck Signature, a Pacific Lemonade, Grapefruit Pisco Sour, and a Sirens Sea Foam. Our Seasonal special is a Grim & Tonic. And our specialty shot of the evening is a Blue Jellyfish.” Nash listed them off with the ease of a regular salesman. Each of his regular and seasonal specials had been perfected and tested among his staff and he had confidence in each one of them. “Let me know whatever takes your fancy or if you just want something off the regular menu?”
"Still it means a lot to me." Pom said. "We need more places like yours." Pom said nodding eagerly. There was always an excited nod. She hoped one day she could return the favor.
"A Blue Jellyfish- is it electrifying." Pom asked not helping to make a pun. Pom said eagerly picking the name that draws her the most. There was an eager grin. "Unless you have disco fries too." Pom said with a smirk.
Axel snorted. "Alright." He liked her ideas, for the most part. He always wanted the people that lived within the Refuge to feel as if they are heard. Not only that, but he couldn't think and stay on top of everything. He had to delegate tasks. Even if a task was for Pom.
"I'm the Commander for a reason." He winked at her. He'd learned many things from the Commander before him. Malachai not only had connections to resources that Axel had only dreamed of, but he had been ruthless when it came to keeping his people together. "So what you're saying is, I should prepare for you to come to me with a lot of bee stings."
A chuckle escaped his lips as he watched the food be placed in front of them. He thanked the waiter and then took a fry himself. He took a bite and nodded. "Yes. Very good. Good choice, Pom."
"I can handle anything bee stings including." Pom said with an almost arrogant smirk on her face. She nodded. "Just get your strongest men and women. We can accomplish anything." Pom said with a light snort.
Pom nodded with a grin, biting into it. Pom's eyes glinted looking at Axel eagerly. "Come on Axel, dig in." She said pushing her plater towards him.
A laugh escaped past Aylin's lips as she shook her head, “Anyone else would argue I'm just a menace.” She mused, and truthfully, she couldn't exactly blame them when, sometimes, her mouth would not read the room enough to just stop. “Besides, you know I’ve got too many opinions and not enough patience to pass that test.” Her whole face lit up as she smiled at Pom, and the way her face blushed. It was adorable, not to mention Aylin totally supported the two getting together – their love could be epic, real, and well, not impossible. They wouldn't have to hide. Besides the usual dangers of being human in the world they lived in, it sounded like they could make something out of it.
And that put a smile on her face.
“Girl, you're definitely in love.” She paused, just for a beat, then leaned in with a knowing smirk. If it was up to Aylin, she wouldn't describe face lines as cute, but she got it. After all, in her eyes, Monty's scars were barely visible, she was not really noticing much but his lips. Or his eyes. Or his smile. Gods, they were both screwed. “Why don't you make sure you get that time off with him? I'm sure Axel won't mind. If you need a distraction, I can pretend there's an emergency. Break a nail or something.” She teased, though if Pom asked, she'd come up with anything.
“It's fine, Pom-Pom. Besides, I don't know who's going to be biting whom in that case. Maybe they'll end up liking each other.” Or chase each other's tails, who knows? Laughing wholeheartedly, Aylin reached for her friend's hand, tugging her gently towards the exit. “I'll figure it out. I don't want anyone dwelling for me, you know. But come, now I want to hear all about what our weddings will be like.”
"Everyone else is wrong especially those refuge men." Pom said nodding firmly. "Who said you had to pass, you just gotta do decent enough." Pom reaffirmed with a smile. Pom probably felt her sink a little bit. The fact that she was a witch notwithstanding. But it was a glimmer of hope.
"Am I?" Pom asked with a slight shrug. She quickly hid her face with a slight giggle. maybe she was a romantic at heart. There was a slight eyebrow raise. "You would risk the wrath of Axel or Ward for little ol me." Pom said genuinely touched.
"That would be an interesting love story. Script worthy." She remarked. Pom gently tugged in return. "Hmmm thats a great question. I would say lots of lace and textures." Pom said with a smile. "Just for everyone to touch. To feel the experience."
"Blind." Jasper's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the girl. "Blind?" It was as if he couldn't comprehend it, even though it was something simple. For a moment, he closed his own eyes, imagining what it would be like to not see anything. It was dark. Daunting. Scary, even. A chill shot down his spine and he shook his head back and forth. "Nope. Nope, nope, nope." He said to himself as he opened his eyes again.
"Berries. The berries are mine." A pause. Eyes casting down towards the animal that was growling. "Rude doggy." Jasper crouched down until he was level with the dog and then barked at it. He barked again, and again. When he was satisfied that the dog understood him -- and in reality, it probably didn't -- Jasper stood back up and smiled. As if he'd accomplished something.
He popped a couple of more blueberries into his mouth -- the iron from his blood coating his tongue along with the fruit.
"Yes blind. Like can't see most things unless I stand very close to it." Pom admitted in an embarrased whisper. She hated explaining her impairment. Pom tilted her head in confusion at the other's nopes. "What do you mean by nope?" She asked.
"I don't want your berries." Pom tried to reassure. There was a huff. "He is not a rude doggy, he's just scared." Pom remarked. Pom wasn't sure why her dg and this weird stranger were barkinf. There was a huff.
"CAN YOU CUT IT OUT." Pom yelled in annoyed tone.This one was a hard nut to crack. There was a groin.
"Just eat your berries and then let me help you-" Pom said rubbing her forehead trying not to cry.
There's a conflicted stir around having somebody helping her; it's not exactly gratefulness, even if it should be, but a sense of relief maybe, a silent emotional sigh at somebody pushing past unpleasant bristling that usually works; in this situation, she isn't going to keep pushing; her body hurts, beyond the cuts and slices gifted by the thorns. Even her blood aches and her mind swims, loosening her usual tight-clasped demeanor.
But then she realizes her mistake, glancing to Pom, expression suddenly between blank and apologetic.
"Nothing-" she says, brusque; "Just thought I saw something."
It's not entirely untrue. They can't know. They shouldn't know about me. About what you did. "Think this place is messing up my head. Feel drunk."
"You can follow me if you want, I can see." Kind of, she realizes; the geometry and colors in the room swimming in the film of poison settling into her vision. Favor for a favor.
Pom still gently tried to continue her minstrations even with everything going on. There was so many questions swimming in her head, but she had to focus on everything.
"It's normal in a place like this." Pom remarked quietly, trying to hide her own fear in her voice. She can't blame the other for feeling intoxicated. "I feel like everything is attacking my mind.
Pom nodded slowly.
"I would like that thank you." Pom said in a very small voice. "What should I call you?" Pom asked politely. Trying to be cordial would be best.
Naj watched his assistant with sharp eyes boring holes into his skull, fingers tapping impatiently as he crossed his arms. He required Cedric’s presence more than ever, as his numerous plans and schemes were overlapping one another. His eyes rolled at the empty promises, he knew it was in the serpentine’s nature to sleep more than he’d ever need, but there wasn’t time to waste.
“Later. There’s a lot we need to discuss today,” he warned with an inquisitive look, as if to let him know that he wouldn’t allow any slacking.
It seemed Cedric wouldn’t be going back into slumber again. For now. He better not. “I’ll wait for you in my office,” his voice dropped lower, a steely edge cutting through the air. “You have ten minutes,” he said as he left the attic like a storm.
He was being harsher than usual, almost anxious. Something crawled under his skin, it made him restless, but he wasn’t sure what it was.
There was a rare look of concern on Cedric's face. As much as he enjoy napping and the occasional jab at his liege, the last thing he wanted was genuine duress from the other.
"Of course my liege." He said finally finishing wearing his clothes. Indicating he was taking his liege seriously.
"I will come as some as possible." He said as he adjusted his body, stretching his limbs. He knew it was not a day to joke around.
Cedric walked in moments later, his planner in hand. "What is the agenda today my liegeee." He said looking intently at the other with respect but ready to work on whatever was thrown at him.
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"interesting." the juicy cherry pops in between her lips, and ama barely catches a bit of red liquid that drips down her burgundy colored lips. the satin-finish lipstick is rubbed together after her lips trace their shape, and then her fingers are brought to her lips to be licked clean of the sticky juice. the swirling liquid in her crystal glass gives her a tempting glance, and ama takes another sip. cedric is sitting on the emerald green satin couch, and the fae has draped her body over his lap, with her ribs and her hip resting on his thighs, and her arm laying on his knees. her fingertips are pressing against his knees, over and over again, but gently. she's counting the cards the croupier is passing, which is of course, not permitted, but she's the owner – who would stop her? "king of hearts, next draw. six of hearts, then jack of spades." a satisfied clicking sound escapes her lips when her estimation turns out to be correct, and she distracts herself from the game when her interest is piqued by the appearance of a regular she couldn't care less about. "remove him.", she notifies one of her guards, and they do, leaving her to counting cards again, until she turns and twists in his lap to look up at him instead.
her dark hair spills over his thighs when she moves down on the couch, the dark red dress hugging her body, fitting like a glove. many eyes are on her, constantly – but amadahy chen is merely responding to their gazes, she's entirely focused on numbers, calculations, estimations. "do tell me.", she begins, before dapping her lips with a napkin that she simply drops onto the floor for a waiter to pick up, and one does so, coming scrambling within seconds, fear vivid in his eyes. "hush.", she complains, when he sticks around and attempts to ask a question, and the young fae scrambles on. "on a scale of 1 to 10." the fae points at a blonde man leaning against a wall near them, "how suspicious does he look? he's been looming for a few days a week."
Cedric watched his eyes fixated on the show in front of him. Something about the arrogance and pride, makes him feel great. He leaned into the touch, feeling confrontable. A slight amirk on his features.
There was a hum as he examined the other, eyes briefly flashing green at the other blonde man. "Very suspiciousss." he said with a quiet slither from his mouth. There was a smirk and almost loving look to the fae. "I can....take care of-" meaning putting him out of his misery. "For you." He said with a hum.
Those organized groups of tourists, marching through the castle, pawing at everything in sight were the bane of Josiah's existence. He’d lost count of the times he’d seen guides swatting away greedy hands, or gasping in horror as someone left a chocolate smear across a jewel that had survived a century untouched. He liked to supervise their visits whenever his schedule allowed which, these days, was often. Saylor was still avoiding him, and he her, as though she was the plague. So he lingered instead in the echoing halls, keeping silent watch over the crown’s treasures.
And today, apparently, one curious little straggler.
"I’m not your tour guide, miss," he said, "But I would very much tell you to stop touching that." His stare was cold and every word was perfectly measured, polished by years of court decorum. His clothes were as immaculate as his posture, tailored dark blue silk, and a silver brooch on his right breast marking him as one of Her Majesty’s advisors.
He regarded her for a moment longer, to deliver what was already painfully obvious: "You look lost."
Pom took several steps back in surprise. "I-I'm sorry I thought it was okay because...." She pointed to her sunglasses too embarrassed to explain her condition. Pom was already caught red handed doing something she argueably shouldn't have done.
There was a moment of silence before the shorter uttered. "I'm really sorry." She repeated before bowing immediately, still feeling ashamed. There was a shy smile. "I am lost." She admitted. She looked forward.
"You can escort me out, sir." Pom said quickly, her dog only now waking up. "I already caused so much trouble." Pom added quickly. She held out her arm. "Next time I will come with company." Pom said earnestly.
Autumn's arm starts at the tending, but only just so; she's practiced in pain enough to not be too much of a baby about it, and there's a calmness in the voice of her would-be attendant that keeps her steady, echoing as it does in a kaleidoscope of warping perception. "I'm fine," she says again, to convince herself as much as Pom.
A thorn's pulled and she winces, it's barb particularly deep, and she can't help but to look where the red line traces itself out of her skin and down the contour of her arm, and she shuts her eyes again to look away as spidery legs seem to pull their way out of the wound. A trick, she reminds herself - whatever venom's in the thorns, nothing else
Not real. Speaks her sister into her mind. "Not real," she echoes aloud.
Realizing she's done so, she shakes her head quickly trying to pretend she was just thinking aloud. Her wounded arm, dappled in dashed scars and other myriad patches of healed skin, show evidence of her violent life. "That fairy's gonna get us killt, breaking shit like that." She looks over to the one she's talking about, still giggling, hand covered in blood.
Pom had a sympathic look on her face trying to see their face. She was trying to figure it out. There was a small sad smile. "Better safe than sorry." Words that ring hallow.
Gentle ministrations, her tweezers not digging in too hard but not too gentle either.Eventually finishing the remaining barbs. "See this isn't so bad." She reassured her voice gentle.
There was a tilt of her head. "I'm sorry?" She asked.
Pom tried to keep her composure. She wouldn't blame any odd responses due to the scenerio they were in but still as she scanned the other's arm.She pressed gently against the wound. Pom only looked straight forward. "I can't really see anythings." Pom admitted in a voice slightly louder then a whisper.
Where: Those leaving/ getting kicked out of the puzzles or who never went in to begin with
Even if she had shown up on time Jacquelyn doubted she would have gone into that trap. She had time to pay to the Morninglord that she couldn’t… wouldn’t waste it by going into a place that incited greed. That’s why they all entered? To come out with something they didn’t have before.
Watching a large amount pile out of the house it seemed as though some journeys had ended in its hellscape. A part of her itched, yearned to take advantage. But this road to redemption wasn’t going to come easy and Jacquelyn had been yet to be challenged. Her thumb brushing over her pendant she couldn’t help but think aloud. “What do you think happened in there?” 
Pom was struggling to finally get out. What was that whole experience. Slowly walking out she struggles to get out, her magic and energy spent. She finally felt a doorway
Pom couldn't help but hear the voice, the only thing that wasn't another voice from her head. There was a light pant, she looked straight forward.
"Hell." Pom said without hesitation. "Someone's personal hell." Pom shivered in her place. "Do you feel cold?" She asked softly.
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