#collextivesoul

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Starter: Sorcha to Rhaegar ( @collextivesoul ) Location: Party

“Breathe, breathe, for the love of god just breaaaathe” whispering as though a mouse could hear her, sliding through the crowd unseen over to where the majority of the food was being served, because healing people all day every damn day wasn’t easy and at the rate Sorcha was being used she’d like be as big as a house come the end of the year. Hungry hands reached for anything that looked good, which left a lot of options, some of said options were stuffed into her pockets (yes, she made damn sure the dress she wore had pockets) while a few conversations died within ear shot, as the hairs on the back of her neck alerted the mender to a presence that she desperately wanted to avoid. “Nothing to see hear, move along.” Sorcha squeaked out, attempting to hide that her hips were suddenly three sizes bigger due to the pastries. “Plenty of people who I’m sure enjoy your company. I mean, not everyone can dislike you, right? Though that does seem the case because you’re so, well, you.”

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Starter: Ellery to Valeria ( @collextivesoul ) Location: Party

Marked one’s usually weren’t advised to show up whenever the general threw one of his ‘look at me, look at me.’ Shindigs, given that all marked ones were considered traitors who couldn’t be trusted, and instead were now caged animals. However, that unfortunately didn’t apply to Ellery and a handful of others, as they were deemed useful because of their signets. This wasn’t anything Ellery wasn’t used to, being told what to do, who to trust, what her opinions were, though that didn’t mean she enjoyed it, so, here she was, in the corner, planning on remembering none of the evening when the enormous headache woke her up in the morning. “I’ve created a drinking game.” The raven haired beauty announced towards her friend as Valeria stalked closer, ever on edge as they always were. “Whenever Harrow or Rhaegar grunt or swear, I drink.” Words followed by another drink as the brutes could be heard over the crowd, scaring a first year who thought it a good idea to approach them. “Might as well join me, seeing as you look as uncomfortable being here than I do.”

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Starter: Amos to anyone ( @collextivesoul ) Location: Generals annual party

“C’mon, people! Bold voice echoed loudly around the ears of those crowded amongst themselves, whispering at a pair of marked ones who were clearly too stupid to realise that this celebration and recognition of this great nation didn’t extend to traitors. “We ain’t gonna let a handful of rats spoil this night, now are we?” Not a glimpse was spared in the direction of those who Amos would see wiped from existence, instead, chocolate hues drifted towards whom Amos Colt deemed worth his time; for now. “General Voss wants us to have fun tonight, and right now, you kinda look like someone killed your entire family. How bout we change that?”

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Starter: Vaelin & Lorcan ( @collextivesoul ) Location: Party

”There’s always tomorrow.” Tightened grip around the pussy’s neck loosened slowly as the general began to pass by, right as Vaelin was showcasing justified malice towards the idiot who had foolishly attempted and failed to beat her in the ring earlier that day. Failures who thought themselves king's, all because of a shrivelled piece of meat that dangled between weak legs. “Don’t give me that look and not expect an angry retort.” Wry smile reserved for her brother only, crept upon sinful lips as the eldest Vanguard approached from behind, as Vae’s feet remained planted where she stood, only her head turning slightly to catch those eyes she knew too well. “You would have done the same thing if you’d seen his pathetic attempt on me earlier. Pity the general is such a stuck up cunt. Could have made this whole fiasco entertaining.”

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Starter: Harrow & Rhaegar ( @collextivesoul ) Location: Stupid bloody party

Tonight was going to be a blood bath. Why? Because Harrow FUCKING said so. There was no tie around his neck, despite the ‘invitation’ (which was more of an order without the option of saying no) clearly stating the intended dress code, nor were his swords left at the entrance, as two puny men quickly discovered that once Harrow growls the word ‘no.’ There isn’t a person alive that could change his mind. “About fucking time.” Barked the dragon rider as perhaps the only person that could change his mind pushed through adoring idiots that still hadn’t learned not to stare when either of them were around. “Ready to start killing when you are. “

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Starter: August & Gray ( @collextivesoul ) Location: Stables on the estate

The year had been draining, rife with threats and conspiracies that had even the strongest among them on edge, and as much as August hated to admit it, even the beta felt the unfamiliar weight of exhaustion. "When was the last time we rode just for the hell of it?" August huffed while trying to remember exactly when as skilled hands fitted their horses who nuzzled into August's warm coat excitedly. While the estate was stirring with early morning weariness, the pair set off onto a familiar path, one that had been trodded on numerous times since they were young. "Think the place will still be standing by the time we get back? Could put some money on it." jested the wolf, half smirking as the sun started to beam through the trees, warming the ground as the sounds of the woods lulled August into calm.

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Starter: Atticus to Asher ( @collextivesoul ) Location: 5PM (early morning)

Twenty years of intensive and excruciating daily training didn't stop just because he had left the group behind, well, as much as he could leave his mother and step-father. Atticus still had his routine, pushing his body and mind to the limit more times than he could count and any shrink would tell the wolf he was running from his trauma and the one's he committed for all those years, but it was nothing daily drinking and day drinking couldn't fix. "The second borns are joining forces." if anyone was in earshot they might have assumed he'd finally lost his mind and was talking to himself, though Atticus always knew when Asher was about, sneaking as she used to even if she'd gotten incredibly good at it. "Finally ready to start a revolt, Danes?"

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Starter: Billie to Malachi ( @collextivesoul ) Location: Yacht party

"Fifty dollars say she throws her drink in your face." jeered Billie, tongue stuck between two front teeth as she looked up at her brother, unable to hide the amusement from her features as she damn well knew what would happen, if her man-whore of a brother approached the other witch. "Also." Billie added quickly, single finger pointing upwards to stop what was about to come from Mal's lips. "No, i won't remind you what her name is."