THE SUN WILL RISE AGAIN

dipped in vanilla Her body is teeming with sugar water, ready for the taking. April is cherry sweet. Gives until her skin is raw, and still, she sings. Still, the warmth. Still, her song like bells. dandelion wine private and highly selective demi god oc as written by seren

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anyway new STARTER CALL ! 

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when ur in love w ur own oc

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4. ON THE HAND

she cannot help but smile, it is slow, and gentle, her eyes flicker across his face, his bent head and she lifts a single eye brow. he is being especially kind, especially willing to please her today and she can only wonder if she has done something to earn it or if he is attempting to earn her favor. zoya’s smile grows and her hand strokes his hair softly, she searches for his eyes, carefully, her head tilts as she speaks.   ❛  WHAT IS IT YOU want from me, you are being awfully kind today  .  ❜

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4. ON THE HAND

she looks at him bashfully, but her smile is never far behind, its always poised, ready to be drawn like the ace, it seemed her face was meant for such an expression. she is brilliant, a beam of light that could not relent, and shes over joyed at his over the top gesture, his kind greeting to her. zoya waves a hand in his direction, laughing softly, her head tipping back, her swans neck elegantly bent.   ❛  YOU’RE SO SILLY, DO you know that, thank you  .  ❜

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4. ON THE HAND

her smile is radiant, her cheeks flush in embarrassment and in surprise, she was dimly surprised he had approached her at all. there were so many lovely ladies at the party, so many far lovelier than she, and yet, he chose her. and the moment he had looked at her she had been charmed by his smile, by the color of his eyes and he only stole her heart away furthermore when he had grabbed her hand upon his introduction, pressing the warmth of his mouth against the bare sharpness of her knuckles. she had never thought she could find such a polite gesture to be intimate in its own way, and yet, it was. his lips were soft and she was acutely aware of them, lingering for a moment there..   ❛  OH THE PLEASURE IS all mine, thank you, truly  .  ❜

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could you guys give this a LIKEif you’re willing to roleplay through skype and or discord for me??? if you do ill come & IM you for info and stuff??? my schedule is busy a LOT so it would be great if i could find some people to write more casually with?? 

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19 , 25 , and 31 binch

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19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why

zoya honestly tends to feel strange in groups?? it depends on the group she is with as to how she will feel. in a group of strangers she is very likely to be quiet, to keep more to herself unless she is spoken to directly, to sort of fade into the background. zoya is in constant need of validation of some sort and being in groups can be uncomfortable for her because she easily feels unwanted and like a burden. if she were in a group of people she was close with she is likely to be more open and she will certainly communicate more. however the same remains sort of constant, if she isnt receiving enough attention she will quickly feel unwanted and grow quiet.

25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it?

 zoya literally just wants a relationship, it doesn’t matter if it is friendship or a romantic relationship, she just wants something. she wants a bond of any sort, she desperately seeks to develop relationships with everyone she meets. she is prone to forming attachments quickly and she tries her best to appeal to other peoples desires and fit those needs. she is exceedingly kind to all and will make attempts to keep contact with people she meets in hopes of forming a friendship. she will literally do anything to make other people happy, particularly if she considers them a friend or potential friend. there is little she wouldn’t do even for strangers.

31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why?

its hard to say, morally, i am certain there are things she would consider terrible and that would make her question holding a long term relationship with someone. but her desperation for something, anything, is bound to keep her in a relationship even if she doesnt agree with someone or if they treat her poorly. however zoya is really against cruelty, she despises senseless cruelty especially and its bound to make her very unhappy if she sees someone she cares about behaving in a cruel way. 

getting angry with her is another way to really ruin her moon, showing irritability or straight out anger is enough to deflate her mood any day of the week. although depending on the situation she may power through it. irritation from strangers is less likely to really bother her.

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crimeo:

                      ‘    my mother used to say   .      .      .      that to no longer be scared of your fears   ,       you need to face them first     .    ‘     it’s how he got through being bullied through his youth    ,    rather than avoiding school    .    it’s how he manages to keep investigating his mother’s macabre disappearance even though he knows it could cause him to sink into the darkness himself   .   

  her mouth quivers it opens and closes numbly, awkwardly, her mother had been certain she would fear herself. that she would question her sanity at every turn she made, that she would question if everything was always only ever in her head

   zoya licks her lips and looks at him, her breath shook as she spoke.  ❛  OH I ONLY WISH it was so simple, for what if i fear is myself ?  ❜

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how dreamlike things are * / / INDEPENDENT NON PJO BASED DEMIGODDESS OC LOVED BY SEREN

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classeact:

     lips   part  ,     a   single   breath   of   hollow   laughter   falls   from   his   lips   like   a   summer’s   breeze .     dark   gaze   breaks   away   eye   contact  ,      and   his   act   is   bashful .     he   falters   as   though   he   has   suffered   from   the   slip   of   a   tongue  ,     like   he’s   said   something   he   had   intended   to   keep   quiet   for   longer   than   he   had   achieved .     the   best   way   to   make   a   lie   believable   is   to   believe   it   yourself  ,     that’s   why   he   takes   to   sinking   so   deep   into   the   act   that   he   could   barely   see   what   was   fake   and   what   was   real   himself .

      he   leans   against   her   hand  ,     cheek   pressed   against   her   fingertips   as   he   makes   an   attempt   to   meet   her   gaze   again .     see  ,      he   may   have   no   ability   to   love   himself  ,     may   find  it   incredibly   difficult   to   hold   feelings   for   anyone  ,     but   he   knows   pain .      feelings   of   emptiness ,     of   loneliness  ,      they   could   be   channelled   into   feelings   of   LONGING  &   A   BURNING   DESIRE   TO   BELONG .     that   feeling   he   knows  ,     and   that’s   what   he   shows   her .     it’s   a   look   in   his   eyes   so   soul - swimmingly   deep   she   may   drown   if   she   stared   too   long   —-   DROWN   JUST   LIKE   HIM .     his   words   are   hesitant   as   they   fall   from   his   tongue   like   droplets   of   silver .      ‘      of   course   i   love   you  ….      how   could   i   not  ?      ‘

  her heart is a caged thing, a bird with an aching heart, it demands with a singing voice to be set free, her chest feels tight as she looks at his face. the darkness of his eyes has bruised her heart forever more, she cannot forget the way they slide across her face, the way his mouth splits in a smile. her heart holds a portrait of him and she would burn herself whole if it meant he would smile at her like that again, if he would only look at her with those eyes.

  in that moment she forgets the motions of breathing and her lungs sputter and struggle to find themselves as she gazes upon him with such unmasked adoration. the raw emotion in his eyes is enough to choke her, emotion gathers in her throat and its path down is thick like syrup. zoya feels overwhelmed by the drastic emotions plaguing her heart, a deep rooted sadness and a soaring joy fight for the throne of her heart and she feels conflicted by them. her thumb traces a path along the bareness of his cheek, the point of his cheekbone. she knows that feeling all too well, the void of emptiness and loneliness that threatened to swallow him whole, loneliness was her bedmate, her closest friend jesse had been the one to drive it away. taking its place instead. her cheeks are dark and bashful, her smile is close lipped and her cheeks dimple with its wideness.    ❛  NO ONE HAS EVER loved me, i do not know what to do but stare in wonder, but to wonder how it is possible .  ❜

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anyway new STARTER CALL ! 

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bloodythirsts:

TEETH   GRIT ,   ALMOST   LIKE   AN   INSTINCT   to   softness   of   spoken   words ,   yet   it   is    all   which   comes   provoked  :   he   stares ,   stares  ,   beyond   her .         ❝      a  wound  heals ,  eventually .      ❞     then ,   a   pause   /    &   within   seconds ,   within   a   curtain   move ,   new   facade   shows ;         ❝      you’re  a  bit  too  worried  for  my  physical  appearance ,  dear  strnger .      ❞

zoya’s cheeks flush but she will not allow her mouth to thin, she will not be embarrassed by his pokes and prods at her kind nature. zoya only looks at him with a determination, she will not deviate no matter his jokes.   ❛  AND WHAT IS SO wrong with being concerned   ?  what is so wrong with caring, stranger or not  .   ❜

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anyway new STARTER CALL ! 

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bloodythirsts:

                ❝      are  you  okay   can  have  many  answers.      ❞    THERE    IS    SNARK    IN   HIS   VOICE,   underlining    bitterness    and    disdain;    akin   to   a   gelid   statue,    a    headstone    with   no    golden   duty       –  &   his   movement,    a    swift    jerk,    carries   him   a   few   inches   away.           ❝     which  one   do   you  want?      ❞  

    undetered zoya manages only to look lightly vexed, frustrated, the corners of her mouth pulling in tight. there is a delicate ferocity to her voice, something hard worms its way into her voice, and yet, it is cotton soft still, always gentle.  ❛  YOU ARE TERRIBLY IMPOSSIBLE you do know that, don’t you   ? for the time being i am speaking physically   . you look wounded   .   ❜