#childrenoftherosx

[thedragcnbrother]

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childrenoftherosx

Mordred had heard an awful lot about the guy in front of him. Mostly from his brother, Blaine. He also told him that this guy was supposed to be a dragon which made him even more interesting for the child.

"My name is Mordred Deschain and I heard an awful lot about you" his voice trembled in admiration. A shy smile appeared on his face and he cocked his head slightly.

"I wanted to meet you for a while now, but never really dared to approach you." he paused, thinking it was best to not tell the other that Blaine was the one who told him about Tom in the first place. "I also heard rumors that you're... That you're a dragon, is that right?" his bright blue eyes fixated Tom with childish curiosity.

"I love dragons but it's been so long since I've seen one. .." Mordred admitted, kicking a pebble on the ground nervously.

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Tom stretched a bit, attempting to half sit up the more the kid talked. Heard about him? Say the what? Okay, wait, wait, wait... who the hell was this kid, after all?

“Okay, wait. Slow down. Who said anything about me? What are you talking about?” He wasn’t about to just openly admit anything to some strange kid. For all he knew he worked for someone or was spying. There was a reason he had a guise. What was this? “Who are you talking about? Who said things?”

“Wait, you’ve seen a dragon?” Tom rubbed his eyes. Waking up now fully from where he’d been half asleep napping. “Dragon’s aren’t real, you know?” Okay, he nearly choked vomit on that one, but what the hell?

[tragicblood-a]

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@childrenoftherosx said: “I’m fine, i’ve had worse.”

     Brows furrowed as the corners of her lips pulled back in a grimace as Faye looked to the other woman. They hadn’t known each other very long at all, basically strangers, but she couldn’t help but want to help the blue haired girl. She wasn’t sure how she came to have the wound but assumed it had to be from someone or something else. 

            “Are you sure? Do you want me to look at it for you?” She asked, resisting the urge to reach out and get a better look at the cut to reassure herself it wasn’t anything serious. “That’s a lot of blood. I can patch it up for ya. I’ve gotten pretty good at tendin’ to wounds.” Faye offered.

[lostambitixn]

@childrenoftherosx Liked for a starter

“Alright. First of all, who are you? And second of all, Friend or Foe?” He already had his crossbow at the ready.

[wraith-of-christmas-future]

childrenoftherosx said:                                                               

"I read that it's tradition on Christmas to kiss someone under a mistletoe, I don't really understand what the purpose behind all that is supposed to be, since you can kiss someone no matter the season. Or am I wrong? I am willing to try out this custom though so I brought one! Maybe it will help me to understand...would you commence the kiss of the mistletoe with me? "(from Patricia because she is a clueless bean somewhat XP.)

                            Charlie had been in the midst of sipping cocoa from his mug. A rather worn thing that wallowed in age. The stubbed candy cane lathered between thick marshmallow paste  accompanied by a broth of vanilla creme. He had briefly used it to stir the contents of sweetened nectar before allowing it to stew it’s additive with minted blends there on after.  Hues rose from the brim , casting an inquisitive glimpse between it and the vapor expanding from the contrast temperature within. “ Mistletoe ? “ Enticed now , the element cascaded his expression with a brow perked over the topic at hand. A hitched breath that gave sway with his usual tight lipped grin. “  My dear young lady , it is the element of surprise. The purest symbol of love. A gift from one heart to the next. With ageless metaphors of mirthful deeds keeping the cold at bay. “

“ Though “ rode a tilt in his gaze, craning his head off setting with the visual presentation, uprooting his ponderment.  “ -- it initiates such acts of intimacy, it doesn’t always have to befall the ardent nature of romance.  For like the Mistletoe, love holds a double edged blade.  “ His tone crept sullenly with the insinuative toward the plant’s darker nature if consumed. Russet pools bedim, behind the veil curdled a sour memory. “ A tradition that predates our own. “ He interrupted, regaining his bearing expeditiously.                               When she asked he had been on the verge of replying she needn’t have to ask, though her question lingered on his mind, ringing abroad his ears before he carved a deeper more sincere smile her way. “  How adorable of you” partially he crooned. Yet he found himself leaning abroad, affectionately supplying her with a peck upon the cheek, tenderly placed.

[pueraeternuspan]

🔱 - for your muse to help my muse escape from an army of angry men with pitchforks.

He was obvious in the wrong place at the right time. His day went from just chilling out with this weird being to basically dragging said weird being away as quick as he could from very angry vermin with pitchforks. “Okay, want to explains who you ate to cause such a fuss among the mice?”

[bclaur]

BOOTS  SLAM  AGAINST  THE  PAVEMENT  ,        breath hitches in her throat as she chases the creature.  this  thing  was  big  ,  and  it  was  fast  .  It had hurt people, and she would not allow for it to continue living            would not allow it to hurt people. 

she  is  a  person  known  largely  to  ignore  her  own  problems  ,  known to do  JUST  ABOUT  WHATEVER  IT  TOOK  to not think about whatever may be plaguing her mind; this was one of those such things.

                   to  chase  a  creature  like  this  ,  it got the adrenaline pumping; it got her excited,         because she had a chance to actually do something;  to  actually  help  ,  instead  of  standing  on  in  horror            doing  nothing  .  the dhampir could actually save people.

such  was  the  case  with  him  .  a small  (  at least to her  )  , seemingly unassuming boy who was either unaware  (  somehow  )  , or was completely unbothered.  either  way  ,  he  was  in  trouble  if  he  didn’t  move  .  so she moved quick.

                   “  hei copilule, trebuie să te muți!   ”  comes her booming voice,  as  the  dhampir  rapidly  approached            not far behind the beast. “  You are in danger if you do not!  ” she warned,        as if it were not already obvious.

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[nahthekidlived]

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The child was not really a child. Some would call him a monster, one who took a child’s form. In the darkness he was knelt beside a fallen body. He looked to be hugging it, but he pulled his head away from the body’s neck with a crunch. Blood ran down his chin. A younger him would be appalled by who he was now, but he’d lived so long his hunger had made him numb to the suffering he caused. It consumed him as much as he consumed the blood of others.

When he sensed the presence of another he turned to look, irises dark, sclera blood red, and blackened veins crawling outward below his eyes. His true face didn’t disappear as he tilted his head curiously, still hungry despite the meal. “Who’s there?” he called. Though his voice was high and childish, it somehow sounded old and authoritative.

[guard-dogbiscuits]

Typical Parker Luck

childrenoftherosx said:  

for one muse to wake up after sustaining an injury and find the other at the side of their bed (Mordred wakes up to find Susannah at his side)

Susannah smiled as she saw Mordred was awake.  “Hey,” she said, giving his shoulder a nudge.

“You do know you’re only half spider, right? I know, you saw Peter Parker cast  webs out of his hands and go swinging from building to building. But Peter’s a few years older than you, and what he does takes practice. A lot of it. Practice... and a suit.”

She sighed. “I shouldn’t be saying any of this. I should say it’s just a movie and none of it’s real. But I can’t do that. Because...I know a few things about that suit. For one, it’s not the kind of suit you can order from the Spirit Halloween Store.”

“And the reason I know about the suit, is that I know the man who designed it. His name is Tony Stark, and his father and mine were...um...business partners. On occasion.”

“Stark Enterprises and the Tet Corporation still have a few things going. So I might be able to persuade Tony to make you a suit, and arrange for you to be trained.”

“But if I do, you will have to listen and do as he says. It  won’t always be easy. Tony is like Roland in some ways. A bit...shall we say...full of himself?”

“But if you want to develop that side of yourself, there’s no one who could teach you better.”