#olive rps

[musesofolive]

After seeing Season 6? And all its glory?

Y’all. Y’all I might be back. The special interest is interesting IT IS INTERESTING AND I MISS MY BABIESSSSSS WAUGHHH

If there is anyone out there in the tdp rp community, this is my official like flare gun shot into the void cause I miss this.

[oliveofthenight]

@peccantumaskrp

Fixing What’s Been Lost

The wind was picking up, causing the ends of Nova’s cloak to sway back and forth as she travelled up the path.

This was it.

She didn’t know how she had come to this, tracking down some Startouch with only a base enough reputation to be of even a semblance of help to her. But...it had been three years. Healers from all over Xadia pretty much turned her away before she even got to their doorstep, deeming her a pityingly lost case. Books of magic scoured and poured over to reveal no permanent answers. And Nova was tired. So, so tired of seeing the product of her abuse everytime she looked at her reflection. She wasn’t asking to be fully transformed to her old self - no, she had given up on that hope the second the first healer told her there was nothing that could be done - just to see the tiniest point back to her ears, a blue tint to her sickeningly pale and scarred skin.

So, she was left with following only the words of strangers to a Startouch who was looking for a cure. For what, no one seemed to really know, but a cure was what she needed. Her feet led her up the cracked and crumbling stairs of the ruins, taking a breath as she looked around. The villagers nearby said they say him travel up here, it was a matter of finding him now.

Even so, she kept a steady hand on the dagger she kept with her, ready to defend herself at even the slightest hint of danger.

[plumblueflower]

Nature Heals

@musesofolive

"I am sorry, love," Aaravos apologised to me, pulling me into his arms almost desperately.

"You have no need to apologise, dearest," I coo, rubbing his back gently, "I am only regretful that you will leave your true home so soon after our escape."

"Xadia is still out for my blood," Aaravos sighed with a grief I cursed myself for being unable to heal, "But political strife ebbs and flows like the tides. Soon enough, in a few years, I will be able to return. They will have stopped looking for me, and I will be free to stay with you."

I take his hand and kiss it worshipfully, the starlit scent of his skin tickling my nose. His palm shifts to cup my cheek and he graces my lips with a loving kiss, arm curled almost possessively around my waist. It feels like someone has set off a chain of firecrackers all throughout my body, like every happiness in the world has seeped into my blood.

We pull away so reluctantly, with excruciating hesitation. He rummages through his pocket for a midnight blue ribbon, embroidered with a delicate pattern of stars. His hands tie it in my hair, the silver thread shining against my umber curls, the tapered ends falling over my tanned collarbone and hanging in front.

"This will help me find you, no matter where you go," Aaravos promises, "Hopefully, it may serve as a small comfort to you when I am gone."

I bring the ends of ribbon to my lips and kiss it devotedly. His ears turn the slightest bit crimson at my gesture and I can't help but laugh at how a little mortal like me has made Elarion's Midnight Star blush like a maiden. I hope to make him blush all the more when he comes back.

We spend the afternoon sitting in each other's arms under the shade of a tree bantering back and forth about all sorts of things, from our plans for the future to memories of our past. Then, the sun sets and it is time for him to leave.

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I force the memory to stop playing in my head, unwilling to be brought to tears by our final parting. My feet hum with a distant ache from walking as far away as possible from the escape point. Out of safety, I cannot frequent any of the places we had stayed in post-escape, even towns we spent barely a night in.

I have walked for days now, subsisting on whatever edible grasses and berries I could find in the forest. I have not seen anyone except the birds and stray deer for so long.

Suddenly, I come across a river and something that looks a bit like houses in the distance. It's secluded, perhaps I can seek work there undetected.

I kneel by the banks of the river and wash the grime from my face. A haze of dizziness comes over me, perhaps from the sudden cold sensation of water against my heat stroked skin, or general fatigue. I feel my body lean over to the side, eyes fluttering shut. Just before consciousness flies from my mind, I catch an indistinguishable figure rising from the water.

I am far too exhausted and pained by the absence of the Startouched half of my heart to even worry for my safety.

[musesofolive]

Megan frowned, sitting in the waiting room of the clinic. She was nervous. It was her first time getting treated for her mysophobia, or fear of germs. Among all illnesses, she hated colds the most, as they were the most frequent. Little did she know, she would have to deal with her fear much sooner than she expected.

Her therapist entered into the waiting room not much later, waving goodbye to the client that had been in the room with her before smiling at Megan. “You must be Megan, right? Please, come into my office,” she offered kindly, stepping aside to let the other woman through.

It was a good session overall, the beginning to a path of healing from the fear, and her therapist extended the door, letting her out of the office. “First sessions can sometimes be a lot for clients, so if this was intense for you, I’d reccomend doing something to relax yourself with. But, I think it was a great first session, nonetheless, I’ll see you next week.”

[musesofolive]

Sweat poured down Sahar’s brow as she nearly tripped. Five days, she had been travelling five days non-stop to find this magical, mysterious healer she had heard of from the elves.

After the battle at the Storm Spire, Sahar had taken at least a few hours of recovery, not that she had allowed even that much. Kasef was still missing, and she refused to rest until she had at least found his body. The first miracle was finding his body hidden beneath rocks of cliff that he had fallen from, the second miracle came when she realized he was still breathing. Despite the fact the spell had worn off on all of the soldiers, he was still in his lava monster form, the yellow cracks still singed into his rocky skin. The healers determined it was probably the only thing that kept him alive all this time, and though they had managed to remove the arrows, his monstrous form remained, and with the Sun’s primal stone in Lux Aurea still infected, it was impossible to find a way to revert the condition.

But she couldn’t accept that. She was not waiting for months, maybe even years, for them to find the answer that would fix their primal stone, and she would not return to Neolandia without Kasef by her side and human again. She had asked around for a different solution to this problem, which is when she came across the rumor. There was a Startouch healer that lived deep within the forest about three miles north of the Storm Spire. It was said she could heal any wound, and perform any magic, if one dared to enter her forest, and her domain could only be reached by crossing over three stepping stones along a river.

The soldier had been searching through the thick forest for days, having not even heard the sounds of rushing water. Thus, it came as a surprise when she nearly tripped herself into it. But there it was, the wide, rushing river, and after walking alongside it, she had managed to find three stepping stones to cross it. Relief and anxiety roiled in her gut all at once as she jumped onto the first stone. This was either about to pay off extremely well, or she had wasted precious time just to cross a river.

Once her feet had landed onto the other side of the river, she paused. The ambience of the forest had changed from before, everything outside of it felt distant and far away. Sahar took that as a good sign and stumbled forward still, panting heavily from her exhaustion. But this atmosphere was so relaxing, and she had traveled for so long, the only thing keeping her on her feet was her will to help Kasef. But she could no longer move when she had come across a garden, collapsing just before it, and she let out a quiet curse. “Healer,” she called out in a final act of desperation, voice cracked and hoarse from dehydration. “Is there a healer here?”

@draconic-interactions

[musesofolive]

Sweet like Cyanide

(Warning: this rp will delve into toxicity of relationships, and will include sex. I’ll still be tagging when this comes up and leave read-mores but just warning you now to skip out on this one if darker themed is not what you need to see.)

@plumblueflower

Riley hummed as he made his way down the hall. Normally, he would stay in the library, it risked less of a chance to be caught by any irritating nobles, but he had recently gained a new coworker. Viren had fired the last physician due to some inconsequential error that he deemed egregious anyways, and that position just got refilled. And from the talk of the other servants, he was pretty easy on the eyes.

So, curiosity dragged him from the safety of his desk and to the door of the infirmary, giving a brief knock before entering into the room. His eyes landed on the younger man instantly and he gave a smirk. Apparently, the rumors held true. “Ah, so you must be the new royal physician, what a wonderful pleasure to meet you.” He greeted, gently grabbing for the man’s hands and bowing to plant a kiss on the knuckles as he looked up at him. “However, for as much as I’ve heard of you, I was never given your name. I’m Riley, and you are?”

[musesofolive]

Rp: Healing of Magic

Nova couldn’t breathe.

There was no air surrounding her, just energy and strings of light as she flew past them. She didn’t understand. After being shunned by every magical being in Xadia and having no choice but to turn to Dark Magic to fix her problems, she’d planned that spell for years, she followed everything to the letter, how had it still backfired?

And now here she was, floating around, unable to breathe after the spell went off like a bomb and threw her into this realm. She wasn’t going to die like this, not in this body the way it was. No way in hell. With all her force, her bleached hand went out, gripping onto one of the strings as hard as she could to steady herself. Just as she had, she felt herself get pulled towards it, closer, until it was sucking her inside and before she knew it, she was falling through the air. A hoarse scream left her lips, before she groaned at the hard impact she made on the ground. Her head was throbbing and she held it with a four-fingered hand as she looked around. Some sort of...house? It was wooden, with a large staircase. There were a few...rather odd objects as well. Where the hell had she ended up?

@dxctorstephenstrange

[musesofolive]

“I’m gonna be the bigger person in this sit- hey! Quit laughing, you know what I mean!” + Shepard & Nova

-@draconic-interactions

It took a few moments for her to speak through her laughter, but she managed, a teasing smirk on her face. “You know, I don’t think I do. Tell me, oh bigger person, what did you mean?” She made her height more pronounced in the meantime she looked down at Shepard, getting at least a small kick out of the situation.