spiro et spero

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞! multimuse rooted in history

[reverdies]

PLEASE NOTE: For the foreseeable future I will be embroiled in moving house. This means replies to everything, OOC as well as IC, will be slower than usual (yes, it's possible). The queue is set at a snail's pace. Your patience is appreciated.

R E V E R D I E S .

Low activity selective multimuse ft. characters from historical periods: classic literature, period dramas, & original characters.

Run by Levi - they/them - 40.

DRAFTS: 35

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BLOG ROLL: reverdies (you are here) // twistedfortunes (contemporary multi)

[reverdies]

supernatural starter call for @xflashbastardx ft. Barnaby Hughes

Welcomed to Edinburgh by the Rev. Barclay and invited to stay, he'd been favorably impressed. Tea and scones were just as good north of the border. As night fell, however, and his mission took precedence, that was when the unpleasant surprise turned up.

He'd made the journey to this particular cemetery for another reason entirely— persistent rumors of a vampire stalking the grounds— but as a vicar, Mr. Hughes could hardly look the other way on graverobbing, either.

"Desecration!" he exclaimed, shock and horror destroying his eloquence, though he quickly recovered it. "As a man of science, I understand the need... yet you put this soul's hope of resurrection in peril!"

Somewhere in the darkness, glowing eyes watched, the momentary distraction giving safety in which plans could grow.

[altruprism]

"You kin barely put up with a lot of things, seems like." None actually coming to mind at the moment, but Laurey knows better than to think Curly is the perfectly amiable soul his mouth wants everyone to think he is.

She turns to quip something else and finds him much closer than anticipated. It stalls both mind and breath. Laurey clutches onto the basin behind her for stability. "Just thought you was gettin' bored, maybe. Give you somethin' to think about when yer outside all the time."

[reverdies]

Keen-eyed Curly, sharper than folks give him credit for, can see she’s not offering a list. Don’t mean she’s wrong, though rather than admit it he doubles down. “Cain’t hardly put up with you, ya mean. An’ why should I?”

His seeming nonchalance fights with the lack of distance between them. His gaze smolders despite his best efforts to rein it in. “One thing about you, Laurey Williams, yer never boring. But maybe I should go off ter the city, see what I’m missing. Maybe I kin get my hands on a towel ter dry with.”

[reverdies]

supernatural starter call for @dcvium ft. Barnaby Hughes

The birds caught wind of danger first and took flight, a mad flurry of mousy wings against a fading sunset. Blue eyes followed the feathered forms briefly before returning to the clearing in hope of finding their predator before it found him. This heightened awareness made him jump at the addition of what appeared to be a young woman, which prompted him to urge once the nerves died down, “It’s not safe here. You should go.” Without considering the question of why she was here to begin with.

[thebrazenandbold]

@reverdies [from here]

"Well, someone's health, certainly." He was busy tucking one in his belt but had the decency to look less than thrilled. "It's just a precaution. We're after someone dangerous. It wouldn't be very sensible if we corner him only to get shot ourselves, don't you think?" He added with a slightly wistful note, "After all, not everyone has powers to call upon."

Doreen crossed her arms with a slight frown, though she responded gently. As if he needed to be treated delicately. “We can stop him without needing to shoot him,” she chided. “And as much as I would love to be bullet-proof, I’m not! Superpowers don’t always protect you.”

[reverdies]

He mirrored her frown with similar levels of opposition— almost none. Just a little offended. "What do you take me for, an American? I'll only use it if someone's in real danger of being killed." Her protestations fell on skeptical ears, at least; ones not generally inclined to be so. "You seem to do all right. Unless you're just lucky."

[reverdies]

supernatural starter call for @cupsraised (Ailani) ft. George Crabtree

"You see, the lights will blink and it'll make a sort of 'screeeeee' sound followed by several boops if we're in the presence of a ghostly spirit." He pointed out the various parts of the machine, but it was silent for now. "Of course, all spirits are ghosts— or is it the other way around? Anyway, I have it on reliable authority that this place is haunted. Old asylums usually are. If you'd like to stick around and help me prove it?"

Just then a loud creak made him jump halfway out of his skin and he looked to her with wide eyes. "See? Haunted!" he emphasized in hushed but excited tones. "I think it came from over there..."

[narrativefinale]

"well! i don't enjoy other writing!" Percy exclaims, shaking his head as if Clar has just proposed something much more ridiculous than exploring a different style. He sighs, dramatically, then flaps a hand, waving away the thought entirely.

"you understand, i am a man of science. so often it seems that it does not come to term with my other interests! ah, now that would be an interesting poem to read! something about the marriage of science and the arts!" A pause. "or, perhaps their messy seperation, in my case!"

[reverdies]

The outburst instantly gets his hackles up in a way that’s visible and he thinks unmistakable. Sure, he doesn’t do every kind of writing either, he’s not mad; but between his journalistic pursuits and his journaling, he’s offended at the implied insult. “Have you tried anything else?” That seems a reasonable question, though Clar is increasingly suspecting that “reasonable” may not be the applicable adjective.

Ah. That explains a lot. He doesn’t consider himself the pinnacle of high art, but at least he doesn’t have to fight back against the annoyingly dull tyranny of science every time he wants to put pen to paper. “Well then, you should write it.” 

[reverdies]

supernatural starter call for @timthriall ft. Ninon Fabre

A tune hummed off-key served as the only sign of her presence. For privacy and to avoid trouble she’d cast a cloaking spell, though not one to fool a fellow magic-wielder. That wasn’t the crowd she worried about. Adding to her symphony were Filou’s snuffles; he focused more on finding acorns than what his human partner sought.

Moss changed underfoot to rocks. Ninon paused at the dark mouth of a cave, resting a hand on its rough surface. A faint glow came from within, unless it was a trick of the light. She was about to investigate when an arrival interrupted. With no trace of guilt or fear she turned, only commenting, “Oh, so it’s your wards I ran into, is it?”

[therapardalis]

... Santorini? Thera froze where she was, blinking in the sort of sharp, steady pattern reminiscent of a projector clicking through slides - which, truth be told, was pretty close to what her brain was doing. Island. Eruption. Name.

Name. Name!

"Santorini, which used to be called Thera." She groaned, the not entirely serious kind of someone recognising the humour of a friend, "Very funny! Although," The 'eruption' part came back with a little more urgency, fingertips tapping lightly on the console's edge, "we might prefer to be watching it from orbit."

The modern world would not begin to find out about the 'Minoan Eruption' until the late 1860s, and then knowledge would crawl until a century later. But Thera (woman, not island) had the acquaintance of deities who had seen it happen, and were not above making the exact same joke as the TARDIS seemed to be.

Details were scarce in the retelling, but enough to confirm the Doctor's description of 'one of the biggest', and she drew a couple of deep breaths to settle her thoughts. Perhaps she was overcompensating too, but she quietly tried to impress him with her steadiness and lack of startled theatrics - even if every instinct was screeching 'leave now!' Volcanoes were just another aspect of nature, but that didn't mean she wanted to go dancing in the middle of one.

"Alright ... from the smoke column, it seems to be in the early stages, so we may have a little time. Is there anything else on the scans that could show us why we're here? Other than as a joke?"

[reverdies]

He did wonder whether she would know. Of course, having brought up the TARDIS’s poor idea of a joke, he’d have to explain it if she didn’t— but from her expression, he wouldn’t need to. The Doctor flashed her an apologetic smile as it clicked into place. “Yes, it did. It truly wasn’t my idea to come here of all places. The TARDIS seems to have had a different idea.”

Which begged the question of why. His fingers joined hers in playing along the console, though his touches were with purpose, attempting to get an answer. His eyes drifted between various screens, lips pursed in concentration. Her words only half-registered because he was trying to listen to his ship at the same time. “We’re perfectly safe,” he reassured Thera, taking a moment to meet her gaze directly. “We’d prefer not to get smothered in lava, of course, but we can still dematerialize if we do.”

The situation was serious enough that he saved the tale of how he knew this for later, concentrating on getting to later. Most of the readings were what he’d expect from a volcanic eruption but one his blue eyes paused on, the rest of him also coming to a standstill. “... oh. Yes, I’d say so. There’s someone out there. By all (well, most) accounts, no one was left on the island by the time of the explosion itself— the volcano had given them plenty of warning.” And unlike Pompeii, they’d heeded it. So… who was it the scans were picking up?

“You can stay here, where it’s safe,” he suggested. He ought to at least offer.

[reverdies]

Robert and Cora's wedding day being the same as Marius and Cosette's will never cease to amuse me... I doubt they did it on purpose but by golly, it speaks to me specifically. Ninnies married to women far out of their league, and all because of ~love~.

[reverdies]

I'm still working on those starters; been doing so well that I'm sticking them in between older replies instead of spacing out writing with aesthetics etc. I'll probably regret my hubris later, but on the other hand I'm pretty excited about the starters.

[reverdies]

supernatural starter call for @neverhangd ft. Finlay Kerr

Superstition aboard a ship was as common as breathing air. The sea, having seen so much death in its centuries, naturally attracted tales like moths to a flame. But how many of them carried even a grain of truth and how many were just a conjuring of a tired sailor's imagination on a long and dull night watch?

The answer depended on the evidence. It began with a slight disturbance of the ocean's surface, a few waves on an otherwise calm plane. Quickly it progressed to beyond denial; something cruised alongside the ship, huge and impossibly swift. At this point, it didn't much matter whether it was legendary or real— it could ram a hole in the vessel regardless.

From middecks Finlay watched, hoping he wouldn't have to join the fray. He was tired of violence, the guilt that trailed behind it. Without knowing anything, this creature felt like a relative. "Don't attack it," he suggested, the boldness surprising himself. "Let's see if it's friend or foe first."

[thebrazenandbold]

@reverdies [from here]

“I promise I won’t leave without saying goodbye.” It was the best he could offer, delivered laden with regret and, yes, guilt. He couldn’t distance himself no matter how much he would like to. Not this time.

She felt the gap in his words. The promise was only half there, a tidy assurance of a stranger instead of the comfort of a friend. She'd lost her place beside him. The years that had passed, the faces he had taken on, the memories that slipped through her mind...

Zoe's hand curled over the other fist, held against her heart. Breath came uneasily, as if after exercise. She stared at him, insides churning and frozen all at the same time. He'd leave her. She'd lose it all again-- had she ever gained it back? He was home, and he was family, and he was... already poised to drift away.

Her chin wobbled a little, and her lips pressed tight as she nodded, looking away. The emptiness felt almost normal. The sinking sense of rejection was new to her, unnamed in the cold sea of unprocessed emotion.

"Will I remember your goodbye?" At least can I have that?

[reverdies]

The illusion of distance was there, prominent in his hedging. It gave no comfort on either side, and even he had trouble pretending to believe the lie. How much easier it would be if he could… but recent mistakes piled atop old regrets to create an inescapable conclusion. The Time Lords could have shown mercy long ago; but if he mishandled this now, the blame would be all his.

He’d made some kind of peace with what they’d done to him. They were family, in their twisted way. But why had he let the anger for his friends fade— the innocents who were never allowed to understand just how much had been ripped from them? Confronted with Zoe’s reaction— that she expressed it visibly at all— threw him straight back through the centuries.

As did her question, devastating in its simplicity. The Doctor froze in place, mind trolling for a response that was so far from obvious. He had to swallow first, but he felt certain of the answer. “Yes, this time. I can promise that. It… you— you know?” You know what was done to you?

[reverdies]

supernatural starter call for @brighteyedkeeper ft. the Badkhn

"I have this under control!" The declaration seemed to contradict itself, bursting out of him with no restraint. Obviously he didn't have anything under control, not even his own voice. Cold winds bit through his clothes, hindering his efforts. Arms waved futilely, any attempts at spells— or expletives— lost in the chaos. The gargoyle couldn't hear him, that was why it had all gone wrong... right?

"I don't. Need. Any. Help!" he insisted, even as the body (singular, mind you) only managed to twitch. Just minutes before it had been... well, walking at least, with its one leg.

[intothewildsea]

@reverdies (captain nemo)

She'd never seen anything like it.

It was a vessel underneath the water. How in the world did it work? How did it move? Were there humans on it? If there were, how did they breathe? So many questions were swirling around in her head.

She had no way to ask any of them, on the account of both the vessel and herself being in the ocean. Not to mention to predicament of being a seal, which meant no talking.

However, she did notice that there were glass windows. How in the world did they not break from the pressure? She couldn't help it. She swam right up to one and smushed her seal face right up against it, trying to get a good view inside.

[reverdies]

The Nautilus was simultaneously the culmination and the means of the reclusive captain's greatest achievements. A feat of engineering, it enabled Nemo and his select crew to browse freely through the seas' vast libraries, its endless zoological exhibits.

He too took advantage of this at times, relinquishing the helm to another experienced hand while he enjoyed the sheer wonders passing by the glass windows of the saloon.

It was not, however, often that he found himself observed in return.

Dark eyes met blue through panes of glass strong enough to withstand the ocean's crushing weight; in surprise they widened. Such seals were not native to the Nautilus's current location; moreover they did not behave like this.

Nemo waited and watched to see what it would do next, still and seemingly impassive, but already he was tempted to venture out to meet it.

[quasiimodo]

"no, you listen! all my life you have told me the world is a dark, cruel place. but now i see that the only thing dark and cruel about it is people like you!"

HOND 30TH ANNIVERSARY WEEK day one: one main character (insp.)

[m0usytm-a]

[ GO ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight. (from Quasimodo- I think he is taller but either way he's strong enough) // && @reverdies

it was as if the entire square erupted into chaos all at once , unrest apparent as people shouted , the guards encircling them as mayhem breaks out among the crowd , Valerie gazing around with terrified , wide eyes . she was not used to being out in public as it was , but this made her feel like a cornered animal , shrinking into herself as she does her best not to clap her hands over her ears to drown out some of the impossibly loud noise . she barely has a moment to react as she is taken into someone's arms , already being carried away . she yelps , putting her arms around their neck , even before she fully registers who it is .

[reverdies]

Perhaps it was his own experience that alerted him, his natural (certainly not taught) instinct for kindness, or a mix. Whatever the case, Quasimodo had spotted her immediately even in the chaos. Rescue was hard-won; he had to jostle through the crowds, for once his frightening appearance a sort of advantage in carving a path. He reached her in time to prevent a tragedy, scooping her up to spare her more danger. Quasimodo knew it was a risk in itself; they might well assume him to be a brute abducting a girl, just as his looks suggested. She herself might think it. "Sorry," he says in response to her yelp, close and loud enough for him to recognize it. "You look like you want to get out of here."

@m0usytm