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Don't ask me to go to space again. There's no cheeseburgers, just drunks and lasers || RP blog for Cyborg OC Estella De Maris. Semi-Selective, Multi-fandom friendly! (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

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If you give me ten dollars I can either pour you four beers or fix your hard drive. Either way, I’ll end up learning way too much about your very personal interests. How’s about it, palsy~?

[yggdrasilushxrt]

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“Firstly, what makes you think I was not simply tidying up?”

“And second…”

“…Make me.” Wink.

“Get. My. Bow. Right. Now.”

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“You mean...this bow?” He reached across to the top of the bookshelf, loosely clutching the weapon in his hand as he kept his arm held aloft, “Tis I fair bow, I grant you. Are you quite sure you have need of it~?”

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Girl: u like horror games? 

Me: ye

[yggdrasilushxrt]

“I know you stashed my bow out of my reach, Eric. Retrieve it. Now.”

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“Firstly, what makes you think I was not simply tidying up?”

“And second...”

“...Make me.” Wink.

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Gggggentlemen, Lllllladies~

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Merry Christmas!

Estella and Erick curled up by the fireplace, draped in blankets and merrily drinking cocoa as their tree glimmers festively behind them. A perfect, peaceful holiday for two dear siblings. <3

[cybertronianwyvern]

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A dragon. As she lived and breathed. Floods of memories of her youthful obsessions inundated her diodes. This dragon was prettier than Gorbash ever were.

“We-hell…Hello~”

What an odd smelling little organic.. she was fully organic, right? Curiosity drove the wyvern to lower her helm and lean in close. Terribly close; the fine details of her plating could have easily been picked out from such a small distance away. Her snout vents then flared open as she began to scent at the little one. “Hello there.”

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Estella trembled in thrill as the creature lowered it’s head, her optics glittering up at the wyvern in a blend of awe and disbelief. A cyber-dragon...sleeker and smoother than any that her creator had ever built. That could only mean that...this one was a real dragon.

A loud giggle burst from her lips at the flare of the wyvern’s nostrils, which she quickly tried to recover from with a much more sedate, “H-Hello. My name is Estella. What’s yours? Y-You must be here visiting~! You picked a beautiful time of year to do so. Is this the first time you have been to Earth?”

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"Allowing them to win by leaving won't do any good, Dear. Show them strength. They do this because they think they can walk all over you. Put your foot down and cast them away. Maybe then they'll understand their actions." 🐿️

“Why should you care?” She barked, rising suddenly and pacing in agitation, “What do you know about how Eve feels? How my brother feels? Or even what I ought to do to save myself?”

“I think you lie to me, Ratatoskr. You’re trying to trick me. Evelyn told me…she said…” She choked back the accusations. Could she bring herself to finish them? Doubtful as she was about her sister’s true intentions and emotions?

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@cybertronianwyvern joined the collection!

A dragon. As she lived and breathed. Floods of memories of her youthful obsessions inundated her diodes. This dragon was prettier than Gorbash ever were.

“We-hell...Hello~”

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Sarah Brightman in Repo! The Genetic Opera (2008) dir. Darren Lynn Bousman

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Looks like fun

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"I think you are not to blame. Some are unreasonable; so focused on themselves that they poison the good souls around them." The squirrel tilted his head, "It pains me to see them whittling you away like this." 🐿️

“…If they can’t understand how I feel now, how could they ever? If it doesn’t matter to them…”Her neck bowed so low, her hair fell like a heavy curtain around her face, “Then why should I stay here at all?”

[yggdrasilushxrt]

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The knight blinked in surprise at the candor of her reply. Here he thought forest nymphs and faeries would be…loftier in their language. At least when it came to making agreements with mortals. He angled his jaw and gave a quiet scoff…

Only to slump his shoulders in a worry at the length of time she requested. Two or three days…so much time had been lost already! When every hour counted…

However, he was the one in debt. He was in no position to demand any more than he already was. “As madame wishes. I give you my word, you will not regret this kindness you pay. My lands are vast and prosperous. These will I grant you, this I swear…” He lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, the want for sleep clouding his mind as the soft glow of her ethereal beauty began to fade in his darkening eyes.

Promises of worldly wealth and possessions.. such a thing never resonated with Dvalinn much. Having enough to survive in relative comfort was all she needed, especially when she had a knack for packing up and leaving for varying lengths of time. So the Hart said nothing in answer to his vow of reward, instead choosing to hop off the table and track down an extra blanket to toss the Saxon. “Rest.”

The following two days crept by in relative peace and silence. Dvalinn kept herself busy with reaping herbs and vegetables to preserve in between cleaning and changing Erick’s dressings. Her hands were always doing something at any waking moment, her eyes soft and distant. In moments of rest, though, she made sure to converse with the knight, answering as many of his questions as she could. 

At dawn on the third day Dvalinn was awake and outside tacking up her horse. Fog hugged the ground, lingering stubbornly against the early morning sun. Bags hung from the beast, packed with food and water and a few spare essentials. She gave everything one final look over before poking her head inside. “Erick. Are you awake? Everything is packed.”

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All his thoughts should have been on hastening his recovery; instead, they lingered on the woman as the days passed. Every moment he thought he might focus his mind on the task ahead and willing his muscles to repair themselves, the ethereal lady would tend his wounds, make a remark in passing or merely pass through the room in breeze of artful intent.

This was no time to dally on thoughts of beauty... He prayed it would not distract from what he had to face.

His sword arm had regained it’s strength; his huge, battle-honed body fit once more to plow through packs of warriors. Erick stood in the middle of the cabin, donning his armor with relish and flexing his neck and arms. Soon. Estella. Soon things would be put to right.

The lady called to him, a flutter sailing through his heart merely at the passing of his name across her lips. “Aye. The time is upon us, Madame. Let us make haste without delay.”

Outside, he stretched his legs back and forth, preparing to take off at a brisk pace. Surely, a gentle lady would wish to ride as they ventured forth... He hesitated before righting to the side of her horse, “May I give you a leg up to mount, Madame?”

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"Well... I hope you don't think ill of me for saying this, but.." He'd pause to look up at her innocently, "The Doe seems to be just using your home as a place to sleep and eat most of the time she's there. And then she ventures off without giving thanks or a reason. And that giant fellow.. I've noticed you work so hard to keep a roof over your heads and clothes on his back and he simply gives you a hard time. You've been so selfless to them and they hardly acknowledge it." 🐿️

“…She knows how I trust her…How I adore her…” Eve was no dependent. She knew well enough that the woman could take care of herself. It was only in loneliness and solitude that she suffered. And yet, when Estella offered her love without condition…

“…Her own feelings do not answer me.”

“Erick hates me for what I’ve done to him…no matter how I try to apologize. If I cannot fix this…I do not know what I will do…Why have I still not earned love, after I have worked so hard for it?”

[yggdrasilushxrt]

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Being neither mortal nor god fell more into line with what their grandfather’s faith had followed; nymphs and spirits of the earth that guarded the forests and springs and seas in tandem with the higher gods that governed above them. Then she was…a nymph of the forest..?

The prince saw the stag and called to it, inviting it to sit beside him at the fire and to share his supper with him. At once, the stag did a sommersault and transformed into a beautiful fairy. ‘Because you have been kind and noble, I will show you something good’, she said.

Erick sat fully up, pressing a fist against his breast, “Fair maiden, the task I undertake may well take my life. I ask of you…nay…I beg of you, to follow me to Jarrow. If I should fall, I would ask that you retrieve my sister in my stead, and bring her home to Montwright. In return for this…in return…I will do whatever you would ask of me.Grant any boon you would desire.”

The movement of Erick taking up his pose brought the Hart’s full focus back to him. Wintry eyes lingered upon the fist over his heart while her ears swung forward to take in every word. The plea he presented was a logical train of thought, given their brief conversations thus far. As such, she showed very little reaction beyond a short nod to acknowledge she heard him. 

“That’s quite a lot to ask of someone you haven’t known yet one full day,” Perhaps it was cruel to jest at this point in time… “But as it is, I see no reason to reject you. I need only time to ready my home for a long absence and for you to recover enough for travel while I do so. A day or two.”

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The knight blinked in surprise at the candor of her reply. Here he thought forest nymphs and faeries would be...loftier in their language. At least when it came to making agreements with mortals. He angled his jaw and gave a quiet scoff...

Only to slump his shoulders in a worry at the length of time she requested. Two or three days...so much time had been lost already! When every hour counted...

However, he was the one in debt. He was in no position to demand any more than he already was. “As madame wishes. I give you my word, you will not regret this kindness you pay. My lands are vast and prosperous. These will I grant you, this I swear...” He lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, the want for sleep clouding his mind as the soft glow of her ethereal beauty began to fade in his darkening eyes.

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"Well, I ask to get a fuller picture. To understand you better." The creature paused to scratch one ear, "I tend to hear a lot of things as I come and go from places. Tends to happen when no one thinks twice about a rodent in the grass... From what I've overheard it sounds like you tend to give a lot. You have a big heart. It sounds to me like your love is absorbed by others but they don't give back in equal measure. It seems like you're the one being robbed, not the other way around." 🐿️

“I…” A twitching hand rose to her breast, drumming nervously over her heart as her eyes rolled back and forth across the sand. How tempting it was to embrace that reasoning. That it wasn’t really her fault. She wasn’t the one to be blamed.

“I can’t imagine what made you think that. What could you have seen to make that so?”

[yggdrasilushxrt]

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Something twisted pleasantly inside him as she spoke his name. Enough to make him lower his face and nervously scratch his nose.

Erick grunted and eased himself up, holding his side carefully, “Wounded as I was, I may have…slouched slightly. But I am a knight. A knight never lumbers. Despite what my size may indicate, I am no beast.” A touch of pride lighted in his emerald eyes. His strength and prowess in battle were the few qualities he allowed himself to boast.

He sat up straighter at the sight of food, eagerly accepting her offerings with a bow of his head before partaking with vigor. He had not eaten in days, so determined to make the greatest haste. It was a little shameful to be shoveling himself this way before a lady. A true warrior always filled his trencher for his lady before thinking of feeding himself. He supposed this mythical lady would understand…

Erick nodded, “…One of their gods, then…” He lowered his eyes, “you saved me. I assume you wish me no harm. That being said…I have no love for your people. I cannot forgive what they have done.”

“…Would you still hear my plea, knowing I cannot show mercy to those that have ruined my sister?”

His vanity did not surprise her in the least bit, nor did his bestial style of eating. Hopping up to sit upon the table that stood central in the one room abode, the Hart broke her bread and idly nibbled at it, her attention more on their conversation than her meal. Upon giving his request she lowered her hand and lifted her sights to the bundles of herbs and wildflowers that hung above. 

“My fondness may lean more to the mortals that believe in my pantheon.. but that does not mean I have an allegiance to them. I’m neither mortal nor god, and am instead a creature whose service is to the world upon which you walk. Consider me a neutral party that prefers not to get tied up on mortal affairs.”

She left her answer hanging for him to mull over while she bit into the time hardened cheese. Her eyes flicked back and forth in tiny gestures, as if watching something unseen, while her expression remained thoughtful. “However, I know the yearning in your heart to reunite with family. What is your plea?”

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Being neither mortal nor god fell more into line with what their grandfather’s faith had followed; nymphs and spirits of the earth that guarded the forests and springs and seas in tandem with the higher gods that governed above them. Then she was...a nymph of the forest..?

The prince saw the stag and called to it, inviting it to sit beside him at the fire and to share his supper with him. At once, the stag did a sommersault and transformed into a beautiful fairy. ‘Because you have been kind and noble, I will show you something good’, she said.

Erick sat fully up, pressing a fist against his breast, “Fair maiden, the task I undertake may well take my life. I ask of you...nay...I beg of you, to follow me to Jarrow. If I should fall, I would ask that you retrieve my sister in my stead, and bring her home to Montwright. In return for this...in return...I will do whatever you would ask of me.Grant any boon you would desire.”