Rosalie marched out of the restaurant, looking extremely pressed. Not that it was the witchâs fault she didnât know anything about soul bonds, but for fuckâs sake, some witch must know. Itâs like they all skipped that one witch class about bonds because they canât be bloody bothered. She had just been walking down the streets in a hurry when she bumped into someone.
âRight. We donât care, especially as shitâs gone down in this bloody city.â Rosalie snapped back haughtily. But her anger gently receded when she saw the damage sheâd done to the womanâs sunglasses. âAt least let me buy you a new pair. We can get you one more expensive than that.â
Rhea arched an eyebrow at the woman once she offered to buy her a new pair of sunglasses,âMore expensive?â The words felt disgusting on her tongue and confusion flooded her face. âI donât know if you can buy ones more expensive than these..â Rhea chuckled softly under her breath. Sheâd owned these sunglasses for as long as she could remember -- the first pair that actually withheld her carelessness.Â
âItâs just a pair of sunglasses.â She commented genuinely. âI think Iâll live, but you seem to have your pants in a knot.â Rhea referenced the womanâs frazzled demeanor, shoving her sunglasses back into her hair.Â
The streets had been buzzing regarding the plot twist that was dropped at the first set of weddings. Rhea would be lying if she said it didnât thrill her yet now she had a growing weight in her stomach. She aged slowly, yes, but one day she would die. To think if her match was immortal or even worse.. human.
Rhea took a deep breath has she put one foot in front of the other, taking her time walking down the cobbled streets of Rome. She slid her sunglasses back into her hair and shoved her hands into her pockets, taking a second to take her surroundings in. This was it.Â
âDo you mind?â Rhea snapped as a body shoulder checked her. It wasnât like she had been in the way and there were plenty of space to go around. âShit happens and you all just donât care anymore.â Rhea huffed under her breath, bending to pick up the sunglasses that slipped off her head. âDammit..â She growled, examining the large crack that made itself prominent in the middle of her lenses.Â
this is a PLOT CALL for anyone who might be interested in at least doing a lil conversation with Rhea. i will get to some starters & post my own in the morning. but definitely give this a like, & I will send you a PM to get some plots flowing! xoxo
i should be coming off hiatus this Tuesday after work.
in the meantime, if anyone would like a starter with rhea or want to just maybe through some ideas around, lemme know & iâll throw a message your way.
thank you everyone for your patience! life has been v hard lately.
    âi canât believe this shitâs really happening,â the dragon spoke, voice far more observant than critical as she stared at the colosseum looming over the crowd. the guests were being ushered in as if to enjoy a gladiator fight - a thing nethyra was familiar with, given her age. âand here, of all places. because cramming enemies into an arena is such a good fucking idea.âÂ
@bloodwedstuff·
Modern day weddings always amused the shapeshifter. She remembered how simple they were back in the day but seemed to mean so much more intimate and genuine. Rhea was shuffling through the small spouts of people when she overheard thoughts of a lady she couldnât disagree with. She left out a snicker and replied,âI find it amusing. I want to see how long it takes to start even the smallest of disagreements. Maybe even pop some popcorn, sit back, and enjoy this crazy idea crumble underneath their feet!â Rhea shrugged when she was able to identify a face to the voice.Â
I apologize dearly for my spotty activity. With this whole pandemic, our city has been chaotic and itâs beginning to reflect in my workplace and at home.Â
Iâm hoping to be more active and have a bit more creativity. Iâll probably start replying to event starters quite soon and drop one of my own.Â
Just give this a like if youâd like Rhea to drop in on your open starters (
Brazenness always worked; Rowanfound. The best way to get what one wanted was to ask for it. And at least a surprisedstranger was more fun than a contrary one.
âRowanâll do just fine,â theywere nowhere near the point of pet names, he felt. âAnd what should I call you?âthere were plenty of reasons for people to get drunk, but most of them could stillbe boiled down to distraction. She probably needed one just as much as him, evenif she might have other reasons. âWhat do you say we get out of here? In searchof better alcohol, or more interesting pastimes?â he was itching to be out in thenight air. Itching to get out of the city, actually, even if the world outsidewas in shambles. At least it was grander than the city. At least he could be himselfout there. Â
âRowan.â Rhea noted quickly after the name left his lips. The name had a nice to ring to it and Rhea didnât mind how it felt on her tongue. Nowadays names just got more ridiculous with the time passing and she would never catch up. It only made sense to her for her parents to name her after one of the Greek Titaness.
âYou can call me Rhea,â She added to his question, her face softening.âAnd that sounds like a delight.â An adventure, no matter how simple or complex it would be, always intrigued Rhea. Strangers were a bonus.Â
âHow long you been in this shit?â Her question was followed by a healthy tip for the bartender before shoving her wallet into her back pocket. Rhea had been told several times to not do such but if someone was brave enough to stick their hand in her pants pocket, then it must be worth it.Â
Rhea shrugged her cropped jacket on and kindly shoved the stool back underneath the bar.Â
âhave you considered that maybe i am not pleasant? maybe i wear lipstick so that you will see my pretty pink mouth wrapping around a coffee cup lid and be distracted enough not to notice that i am intelligent and powerful; a threat. maybe i draw my brows into high arches so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism and overlook my spiteful glare as a trick of my silly, girlish routine. maybe i wear my heels so high and thin so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor and know that if you should try to overpower me i walk on sharpened knives. maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes i am really baring my fangs waiting patiently for the day that i sink them into your neck. i am not made of porcelain pleasantries; you will find that these things are my armor to keep you at a distance so you do not step on me and shatter my fragile control. i am not a husk â i am not wilting. i am turning my head so that the fire blazing through my eyes does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms and burn your bones to dust. i am not your pretty girl; i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix â a forest of werewolves and wendigos that will carve out your chest so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.â
â R.K., I Am The Wolf Only Barely Contained (via werewolfarchery)
He could tell she wasnât trying to offend him outright and heâd have laughed if it wasnât for that âsirâ falling so quickly from her lips. âIt already has,â he let out a long-suffering sigh, deciding against pointing out more clearly that those things sheâd enumerated sounded horribly dull to him. But then again, heâd never really found that being good alone was a particular virtue â though maybe that was because he didnât think any behavior was, at its core, virtuous. âNot for conversation then,â he declared brashly. âThereâs things we could do where thereâs no need for conversation. Or drinking subpar alcohol,â he could tell she didnât like what sheâd been served, after all. âJust drop the âsirâ and Iâm sure we could find something weâd both find entertaining.â
She was stopped mid-drink at his courageous yet passive suggestions.Â
He could mean a million things, though. A night out knocking over trash cans? The man didnât seem that simple. A physical release, perhaps? Rhea entertained herself just thinking of all the fun chaos that could end her night just right.Â
âHmph..â Rhea huffed, finally taking a deep drink of whiskey to finish it off. âThen what do they call you?â She asked, turning her full gaze to the man sitting next to her. âIâm afraid Iâm horrible at pet names so make sure itâs a good one..â Rhea remarked, rolling her eyes playfully. It was almost a first to hear a man tell her not to don him with the name, sir. But she would be respectful at least for now.Â
Rhea could feel the buzz behind her eyes from the previous drinks she had enjoyed before arriving at the bar. Damn, all she wanted to do was sink her claws into the ground and run.Â
âMy tribe...â Rhea answers without hesitation. She sits and idly blinks at you. For a moment you see the woman actually become vulnerable. âI miss them.â Her eyebrows furrow and she is forced to look up into the sky to prevent any tears that might slip down her cheek.Â
âIsnât it funny how we become so attached to individuals? Itâs not fair, I say. Because one day they will disappear no matter how hard you try to hold onto them. Iâm starting to lose sight of what their faces looked like.â Rhea scoffs at her last remark, a sign of disgust in herself emerges.Â
âIf they were still with me to this day, I would not be in Rome. I would not be forced to become someoneâs partner. â She begins to spat, trying her hardest not to become angry at the system.Â
âQue sera sera, right?â Rhea chuckles as if nothing had happened. Her demeanor becomes playful again and her eyes are full of light.Â
Damon felt familiar and it made Rheaâs stomach feel uneasy at times. âYou uhm.. You uh got a lil something...â Her fingers found his cheek and softly brushed the fallen eyelash from his skin. âI hope you didnât want to make a wish.â She snickered, trying to erase the awkward tension that was growing in her bones. Touching someone was easy. Touching someone who, in some sort of way, scared you was a risk. Her eyes lingered momentarily at his cheek before dropping and brushing her hands off on her pants,âEw, boy germs.â Rhea smirked, flashing a quick look at Damon.Â
Rheaâs eyes were bigger than the moon that flooded the forest in itâs light. âThis has gone on for way too long, little one.â The being sneered at her, readying their sword to plunge it into her chest. Rhea began to choke on the air she was breathing as she crawled backwards, careful not to have her eyes leave theirâs.Â
âW-What the fuck do you even want?â She cried out, unable to fully wrap her mind around the event that was unfolding. This would be it. This would be her end. And it was only because she closed her eyes and turned her back for just a second. Rhea knew the hunter was out to get her and wouldnât stop until her blood coated their sword.Â
âYou donât get to talk to me like that, you understand?â They growled, reaching down to grab her face forcefully. âYou should have never been born. You are a disgrace!â It wasnât long after their last words that Rhea mustered up the courage to spit directly into their face, only angering them more.Â
She would not be able to change with how weak she was. The hunter had been chasing her all night and Rhea was exhausted. Her body would stress and begin to shut down if she forced herself to change. She muttered words in Greek under her breath and wriggled free of their grip, soon to turn over on her belly to attempt to get her feet underneath her to run.Â
A loud chuckle erupted from the hunterâs chest,âJust doing the work for me, huh?â She could hear the hissing of the sword piercing through the air and catching her back just as she was able get herself off the ground into a decent sprint. Rhea shrieked, causing nearby birds to disperse from the trees.Â
Keep going. Donât stop. Ignore the pain.
âTry to hide, little one!â They called out for her, laughing. Rhea could feel the warm liquid pouring down her back as she forced herself to keep running between the trees, making turns every so often.Â
She wasnât smart for it and it would take every last bit of her energy but she would not be able to properly tend to her wounds in human form. Rheaâs bones cracked underneath her and the cries filled the night sky with pain and helplessness. Her body collapsed by a willow tree, encasing her in protection with itâs hanging branches.Â
Her body broke inch by inch as her skin tore itself apart. A normal day and her transformations would be effortless. But she was scared and alone and her body was fighting itself.Â
Rhea was young. She would learn to never truly trust a single soul. She would learn to take in her surroundings before stepping into them. Â
Rhea would learn revenge, that night. Her outlook on the world would become cynical. Her eyes were open and she saw what this world was truly.Â
