[paramncsias]

・𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐂𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐒 . a distortion of memory . . . ⏤ a dependent roleplay blog , affiliated with ivycovehq . this blog is penned by s , she + her , twenty5 .

⏤ ・ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 . 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 . 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 . 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 .

[tcrturedpcet]

Aegon since gaining his memories back, didn't use his car much, especially since he had Belarion with him again. Yet tonight, he was driving around trying to put his daughter, Alysanne to sleep. Purple hues glanced in the rearview mirror to see if she was finally sleeping before a sigh escaped him when matching lilac hues were focused on her dragon figurine. As his eyes focused on the road, he saw a beat-up old car and the familiar shape of his fiance, before he pulled over and stopped behind her car. An amused laugh escaped him while he climbed out of his car, before tilting his head to the side. "I can be tempted," Aegon teased, as he moved closer to her. "Did this old thing finally die?" The Targaryen questioned.

[paramncsias]

milah had gotten used to being alone--surviving. the enchanted forest was nothing if not contradictory, and looking out for oneself had become a necessity after her father's downfall from the merch council. her marriage to rumple only emphasised the importance of self preservation. and by the time she'd finally been free, it had become a habit, a part of her she couldn't let go. so the small sense of relief, the alleviation of seeing her fiancé, feels like a concession of weakness. but she can admit it feels nice to have someone looking out for her, care for her, without the price of something in return. "tempted, huh? careful, people might think you're trying to take advantage of a poor woman in need." milah retorts, stepping closer. her grin and the lilt in her voice a melodic playfulness that lacks any real warning. "she didn't die, she just--needs a little love. something to get her going." she teases. the glimpse of her daughter, waving around her dragon figurine enthusiastically at the sight of her parents, catches her attention, and milah returns a knowing look at her fiancé. "she's not sleeping again?" it had become a bit of a problem these days. something that came with the age, she'd been told. but that didn't seem to keep strangers from pestering them with advise regardless.

[hcpefuldreaming]

Hope had only been going down this particular road in order to get back home from a bar she liked to occasionally go to, but as she heard the other speak, she stopped and started to walk over, not yet looking at her as she crossed the road. "I would if I could, but I don't really know my way around a car's issues, if this were a boat or a ship, I'd be more than happy to provide all the information I have on them." Hope muses with a laugh, but as she fully looks over at her, her laugh stops and she does a little double-take. "Oh, you're..Milah, right?"

[paramncsias]

Streetlamps were sparse around this part of the island, and the trails usually knew little to no foot traffic after dark. she was lucky even one person had managed to stumble upon her. the chances that they also might have an extensive knowledge of cars was asking for heaven to bend hell. frankly, milah had figured that if not for her phone, she might have been stuck hitchhiking like a common drifter for the rest of the night. the comment about ships makes her eyebrow quirk but she decides not to pry. "yes well, i'm afraid tying knots and singing drunken sea shanties isn't gonna cut it." milah murmurs, breathing out a sigh. her attention snaps back the minute her name is mentioned. she hadn't recognized the girl--not from her time in ivy cove, and certainly not from the enchanted forest. so why was it that she knew her name? "the one and only. ...and you are?"

[paramncsias]

@ivycovestarters

the engine might have sputtered, the old and rusted metalic finish creaked with every hurdle on the road, but it had functioned. survived long enough to see the rise and fall of ivy cove. up until this point, at least. letting out a frustrated growl, hands dropping to her side, milah leans against the open hood of her car. she could walk--the night had a pleasant air to it, an early summer breeze that promised nothing but high temperatures in the morning, and her house wasn't that far. but trudging through the rough, curving paths of shoregraze ridge in five inch stiletto heels after a long shift didn't seem all that appealing, and it wasn't like she could afford a new car any time soon. stealing her pride, milah is about to call for help when someone seems fortunate enough to stumble upon her. "Mind helping a girl out?"