#seanoretlann

[nadia-ives]

Text | Nadia > Sean

Nadia: How do you feel about a change of plans? Staying in and watching a movie with take out instead of going out? I can avoid using another 99 that way.

Nadia: I might need to start looking for a cheeper place if things keep up this way, I guess I don't really need a two bedroom.

[touchtheflames]

Sacrificial Bull

Sacrificial Bull: For an inner monologue my muse has about yours.

I have to give it to Lacha and the rest of the Unseelie…they really know how to pick the prettiest people. Especially Ivy’s golden boy. Sean O’Retlann. What a treat. Is it the black eyes? Is that where I’m being drawn in? Come on, Ember, you know that’s only half the reason. Is it because he’s somewhat feral? I mean…what isn’t hot about seething, barely constrained rage? Of course, all the Unseelie are and players are only a representative of their courts but Danu, what I wouldn’t give to go a few rounds with him. Maybe break his nose, stoke that rage even more. I wanna see that boy e x p l o d e. He looks like the type to kiss with teeth. 

[peridotfairburn]

@seanoretlann Where: the Ludlow When: Early July

With the success of the events of Fidchell, Peridot needed more numbers. So far, they were mighty with the fact that no one really knew who was behind the rebellion, let alone who was in the rebellion. Peridot wanted to take advantage of the unknown and start building and recruiting people she knew would be valuable assets. She also needed people who were passionate about getting Lacha out of power, so who better to start with than Sean O’Retlann? Scorned player who went unchosen for An Fidchell? She had to start somewhere.

This rebellion wasn’t going to form itself. 

Thankfully, she knew what apartment Sean was in, so it took her no time to deliver three swift knocks against his apartment door. Should she have texted first? Probably. Did she? No.  Oh well. Knock knock knock!   Another three, just for good measure. “C’mon man, open uppppppp.”

[nadia-ives]

Movin’ on up

When: September 11 Where: Nadia’s apartment Who: @seanoretlann

With her lease ending soon, Nadia had been giving serious consideration to what she was going to do. Yes, she made a decent amount of money modeling but that couldn’t last forever, especially if the shortage of 99 continued. Sean’s offer to move in with him couldn’t have come at a better time. It might be a bit strange to downsize so significantly, especially when it came to her closet. Her master bedroom in her apartment currently had three closets but she knew she was spoiled in that regard. 

Moving in with Sean made sense both from a financial standpoint and for the two of them. Though, she was a bit nervous about discussing their relationship; part of her worried that it worked because they didn’t discuss it in depth. She supposed they’d find out soon enough. 

The doorman buzzed her apartment to let her know Sean was coming up -- she’d long ago let him know that he was allowed up without any need to stop him. She got out plates and utensils for the food and poured herself a generous glass of wine. The door was unlocked, she expected him to let himself in.

[hazyhazel]

Sacrificial Bull + Honey Wine + Matchmaker

Sacrificial Bull: For an inner monologue my muse has about yours.

He’s such an jerk. Does he always have to be such a jerk?? I mean, would it kill him to just be nice to people? I get that he’s in a rough situation, but so are a lot of people and they don’t take it out on everyone around them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile. Like...ever. Not even once. How can someone go through their whole life that miserable? It’s sad, honestly. 

Honey Wine: For my muse to describe yours while ridiculously drunk.

“Do you remember that song? The one... about the girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world? From the 90s or 2000s probably? But like, the singer thought she’d have a nice smile or something? Sean’s kinda like that. If he’d ever cheer up a little and like...smile he’d probably be a lot less intimidating. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t. I wonder what he’s like when he’s not around people....what if he’s like a super goofy, happy, smiley guy. Just like the total opposite of his usual self. That’d be nice.” 

Matchmaker: For an honesty post on what my muse likes about yours.

Hazel and Sean are pretty much opposites, but Hazel can appreciate someone who’s just apologetically themselves regardless of what anyone else thinks. She doesn’t happen to like or get along with who Sean is, but he doesn’t care. He has confidence in himself, which is something Hazel wishes she had more of. 

[camelliafairchild-blog]

sacrificial bullllllllllllll

(For an inner monologue my muse has about yours.)

I cannot read him for the life of me. I do not know why, but there is something that just straight up confuses me about him. I want to read him with my Hand, but I doubt he will let me get close enough to him to do so. Which is rather unfortunate, but I will have to figure out how to read him in other ways. I refuse to let anybody stump me.

I wonder when he will be chosen for Fidchell. He so wants to fight, which horrifies me, but also intrigues me at least a bit. He is like Hazel, but not as gentle as she is. I think in some ways I might prefer he as one of the Court, but Sean is not as bad as some might think.

Plus, he has not ever been really rude to me, so I can appreciate that.

( @seanoretlann )

[nadia-ives]

✔️ NADIALIVES: Out celebrating my brother’s wedding! Not with the happy couple, sadly. I wasn’t actually aware my bro was even dating. Oh well, fun night anyway #NoDrama

[whyvette-blog1]

Sacrificial Bull + Honey Wine

Sacrificial Bull: For an inner monologue my muse has about yours.

Have you ever seen someone who could probably handle whatever life sent their way? I think he looks like that--like whatever happened, he would be alive at the other end, he’d come out the other side, without any aid or assistance, just completely on his own. 

I don’t really know all that much, I just know what I’ve seen. He seems always so even, so level, no matter what goes on around. I’m glad for him, if that’s really the truth--but not as glad, too. It’s--it’s a hard thing to explain. I suppose that what I mean is ... people don’t get that way on their own, do they?

Honey Wine: For my muse to describe yours while ridiculously drunk.

Vera held in her laughter, wide-eyed with both hands clapped over her mouth, until Yvette had shut the door. They struggled to unstrap their heels from their feet in the entryway. “Your neighbor is with the mob,” she said, half-whispering. 

Yvette swatted her, not hard. “No,” she said. “He’s nice. What mob?”

“The mob,” Vera insisted.

“He always asks about Fido,” Yvette said, stoutly. “And says hi, kinda–if you say it first. He offered not to swear in front of me! Who does that? That’s a nice thing. That’s so nice. He’s–he’s one of those people with a mean face. Mean face is not a crime, Veer.”

“A clever deception,” Vera said, stumbling over a dog toy. “You should have covered reverse psychology by now!”

“Oh my God,” Yvette said, throwing her hand up. The other was keeping her balanced against the wall. She pointed at Vera, trying to screw up her face threateningly and failing. “I’m gonna tell him you said that! Put you on a list!”