#sterrenlied

[bornofrose]

@sterrenlied​

Gyess’ wandering had taken her to many strange places. Rarely did she spend time in what was her assigned abode, preferring the outdoors and wilderness to strange interiors. Of course, these ‘strange places’ were merely strange due to the fact that there was very little that was familiar. One such place was framed at the base of a mountain. Many people were entering the space chatting among themselves excited about whatever was in store.

Gyess watched the people pass at a distance, taking shelter behind some bushes as she curiously observed the passersby. She wasn’t sure where they were going or why so many of them had gathered in a single place. It did not appear to be a feast of any kind, nor did it seem it was a meeting. There was an energy in the air that Gyess longed to understand but was too nervous to approach.

‘What was this place?’ ‘What are these people doing?’ ‘Am I allowed to see what they’re doing?’ ‘Is is safe?’ All of these questions and more raced through her mind in an endless swirl, becoming increasingly unaware of what or who was around her. And so she stays, hiding in the bushes as she waits for the answers to her many questions.

[tenebriism]

@sterrenlied ;; Beta Editor Switch! ( X )

His subtle chivalry does not go unnoticed by the woman who placed VALUE in tradition. Indeed, she is powerful, RESPECTED throughout all of Castle Town and, to some degree, a few territories beyond, but there is comfort in noting the way he'd taken up post just slightly behind them. The town was NOT without its threats, and the winding roads, with all their crooks and nannies, offered much in the way of potential ambush points. A man like Siebren, ever observant and logical, would certainly ensure her safety.

And, with all her fluffiness, she would need to ensure his COMFORT all the same. The brisk chill of the night air hardly bothered her, her sizable body a reliable source of heat for the snow white feline that stopped, in increments, to wait up for them, and it's as Siebren speaks UP that Telma slows to his pace. " Can't have you getting SICK now, Siebren ! " She teases, chuckles like cinnamon and honey falling from her lips as she nuzzles up close to him. Arms wrap around one of his own, hoping to provide SOME level of warmth in their short trek back, and her head settles, gently, against his bicep.

" Nothing like a little natural BODY HEAT to stave off the bite of Winter, hmm ? ~ "

[blackwatch-cowboy]

@sterrenlied​ started following you

“Aren’t you suppose t’be locked up...”

[kujoutengu]

@sterrenlied

Waka put on a smile as he approached his roommate, two tickets in hand.

“Bonjour~ I was wondering if you would like to attend a flower viewing party with me?~ The talent agency is hosting it, and they gave me some tickets to hand out~” And who better to ask than his roommate who had the patience of a literal saint?

“I believe you can also get food and drink for free with this invite~”

[scrapfragger]

@sterrenlied​ || STARTERS 3/3

    THERE it was again. That itch. The strange, aggravating sensation that he’d forgotten some vital memories. Painted nails dig into his dirtied scalp, trying desperately to scrounge up everything he could recall. He’s been here before - he’s seen this man as well. But when? Where? Or had it all been some strange and unfortunate coincidence? A dream, perhaps? A story Roadhog had shared that had only just now registered in his mess of a mind?

     Whatever the case may be, he’s beyond irritated. Left harboring a minor headache thanks to his frantic attempts at recollecting his thoughts, stumbling forward, quick to cast an accusatory finger and matched with an antagonizing tone towards the “source” of it all.

“ You... ” There’s a moment where he half expects a rough, large hand to press down firmly against his shoulder, holding him back. Urging him to not act out of sheer impulsion. “ ...Th’ hell are you? I’ve got the strangest feeling like we’ve met before. ” ...Wait. 

     Did he rob this guy? 

    Shit. 

    He’s definitely mugged this guy somewhere before.

[harliquinade]

@sterrenlied​

To find herself back in this weird city was one thing (she wondered what celestial being was punishing her this time) but to find someone she recognised, so soon too... perhaps she wasn’t as unlucky as she first thought. Though there was the chance he wouldn’t recognise her, she took a breath and put on her best smile and approached the man she’d bonded with at a Halloween party just over a year ago.

“Doctor de Kuiper, right?” Despite the confidence in her words, she did feel slightly anxious-- she hoped he’d remember her. “It’s been a while, huh?”

[uncovereliminate]

Small reminder that  (even though I’m not coming back to the Tumblr RPC)  that doesn’t mean that I don’t still think of and care about y’all.  Hope every single one of you is doing alright!

(Shout out to the people who’ve been sticking around despite me leaving.)

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[ariatorule]

@sterrenlied || Closed starter

This kind of breakdown, it’s not uncommon. The kind that drive him to the quietest spots in a public space, the kind that steals breath and voice, forcing tears from his eyes and blood to his face. One that isn’t powered by the careful way he navigates life, just from too much at once. Even a place like a theatre, which houses such a strong passion, cannot offer a safe space from the effects of isolation. 

Hence, he finds himself standing outside the Theatre of Calliope, vision distorted by the last of tears trying to find their way down his already stained face. Dismay sinks in as he finds that, in his rush to exit, the light he carried has slipped from his pocket, leaving him clutching a half empty pack of cigarettes. Still, in desperation for calm, he grabs one and puts it to his mouth as though it were already lit, and waits patiently for a passerby. The need to clear the cloud of dread building up in his mind is so strong that he doesn’t notice just how peculiar the man he ends up approaching is.

                          “Excuse me, do you have a lighter?”