#sirfrye

[sirfrye]

Starter Call

“... Did you miss me?”

//OOC           like/reblog/respond to this if you would like to roleplay.

OPEN TO ALL. I’m not too sure who is active anymore, so even if we’re not mutuals feel free to respond! I’m looking for a whole bunch of new RP partners as well!

[herguile-m]

        ( ♞ )      It had been an offhanded comment made in the  w a k e  of ears too honed to ignore such a conversation as to stir something at all from her lips, attentions having shortly before been focused upon trailing pale fingers across satin petals as she put together fresh cuts meant to adorn the window of her shop in a spring greeting as had become routine, painted lips  d r a w i n g  together into a slight childish grin as she had been heard only to have her voice put to a face ; adorned in green she knew the affiliation without having to take a second look and that alone had soaked her comment in caustic wit. 

        ❝   ——Oh ! I suppose you could call me the embarrassed party here ; I hadn’t meant to intrude upon your conversation, sir,  ❞ modestly a hand rises to  b r u s h  back stray ebony strands which dip against her features, forest hues  f l i c k e r i n g  upward as her amusement is drawn to life by the sight of the other, puffed up and with a hooked grin to match the charm on his voice, coy nature stirring in her chest as she returns to the flowers adorning the florist stand which she examined, smile tugging at the corners of her reddened lips,   ❝   Though if you’d indulge me further, I find those who claim themselves as good people tend only to be as good as the word lasts on their tongue——  ❞

( @sirfrye​ ♡ ! )

[lumieresse-blog]

☺ // guess who can't help themselves ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

— soft affection | open!

— stroke your muse’s cheek/face

It had been too long since she greeted her husband with loving affections that when he entered the room she could care less she was dressed indecently since she was getting ready for bed, Evangeline threw herself on Jacob and hugged him for dear life- it wasn’t a moment longer until her lips found his and melded with his in a passionate loving ‘weclome home’ kiss, missing her husband that’s been gone for far too long. But after she pulled away, an arm stayed around him and her hand flew up to the scruffy face she missed running her hands along, fingers brushing along his cheek that was slightly rosy from the cold outside. But before she spoke, she stole one final kiss and then spoke gently against his lips with a smile, beaming up at Jacob with how the joy practically radiated off the brunette. “Welcome home, darling.”

[lumieresse-blog]

sirfrye liked your post “Starter Call?” — @sirfrye

— Evangeline watched the man in the kitchen, trying to create something she was clearly unaware about because she had no idea what he was doing. There were so many things he was doing wrong- Oh God, no! Don’t add rosemary to that-  “Jacob, why don’t you let me try and make dinner? Or at least show you a few things...”

[mother-dove]

|| what a sweetheart you are. decided to do this to save us the trouble of already creating a separate post from the ask or WHATEVER lmao okay here we go ||

@sirfrye​

    The brunette sighed heavily as she looked at her arm, crimson staining her blue gown right below her shoulder. Blighters had tried to get her, swinging their daggers at her, she escaped through the many alleyways in Lambeth. Elizabeth looked over when she heard the man’s voice question her. She quickly turned around, gasping as if scared he were another Blighter and took a step back, her heart racing.

    Pale blue eyes went from him to her arm, bringing a hand up to gently cover the evidence of a bleeding wound, she placed a hand against her leg, making sure her dagger was still on her, just to be safe if he were a danger to her.

    “Nothing I’m not used to, sir.” She responded. “Blighters aren’t the happiest lot when they know who you are.” Elizabeth sighed softly, keeping her gaze on the man, taking a single step back. “Who are you..” She questioned.

[mother-dove]

starter for @sirfrye

    Elizabeth Dawson, not very known to anyone in London, but only some knew of her in Lambeth where she resided. Elizabeth was known to be the woman who looked after the Orphans on the streets, who would give them bread everyday, then take them to an abandon building where she cared for them, training them in the shadows of how to defend themselves against Blighters. Few would recognize her with the five year old boy she had when she moved to Lambeth six years prior.

    Today was like any other day for the mother, she was carrying her son in her arms, holding him closer whenever she noticed a Blighter glance her way, making her frown a bit. The woman never enjoyed taking her son out in public, but he needed fresh air and out of the house she kept him in. Elizabeth hated the fights the Blighters and Rooks did in the middle of the streets, not caring if the innocents were around to watch them murder each other. It made her sick.

    The brunette sighed heavily, trying to ignore the shouts from citizens and gang members, it was all annoying to her, childish. The woman closed her eyes as she bounced her son, Davis, in her arms as she walked down the streets, humming a small tune to the boy, only for it to stop abruptly as she had bumped into the figure much taller than her, it caused Elizabeth to stumble back, opening her eyes and looking up at the man, noticing the two scars on his face as she gulped.

    “Oh, I’m so sorry! Forgive me!” Elizabeth quickly spoke, nervous as she shifted Davis into her other arm. “I should of watched where I was going, I’m so sorry-” She suddenly went silent as she got a better look at the man in front of her. Without a doubt, he was the leader of the Rooks. She had seen him before, calling them to follow him throughout the streets. It suddenly made her blood run cold as she kept a protective hold upon her son out of instinct.