#theydontrememberme

[ofirithyll-blog]

The Boy looks up at the Amored woman before saying with a warm smile."Your inside's are as pretty as your outside! It makes me grin so much!"

      Silence follows his words. Hulking form remaining stationary. As pretty as her outside? Had he meant her armor? The malformed thing she’d become wasn’t her depiction of beauty yet...Slowly the Dancer lowered her veiled face to the boy, a hand moving to sign to him: why smile?

[silfrfjodr]

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She did not expect anyone to come along, a change of clothes it was simply, the last training ended in her ruining her shirt to the point of no recognition. As layers were peeled off there were signs of the trousers being horridly stained as well, however it seemed it had more chances of being saved, ---staying all day in drenched muddy clothes was not an option; despite the inner disgruntle of having to wash them during the day. A soundless pop she did not notice, then someone’s gasp at her hind. – Oh? – The elf was not startled, continuing with her redress, the new pair of pants being pulled on. – I did not know anyone would come along. I ruined these.

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[witchofthcwilds-blog]

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        { M } -- Most come to such a tavern because they wish to                       lose themselves. Some choose the drink, and                       drown their worries in their mugs. Others choose                       the crowd, letting insipid chatter serve as a                       distraction from the outside world. They vanish                       from responsibilities and obligations; from the                       eyes and ears of others. For the witch, the Herald’s Rest is no such safe space. She would prefer the solitude of the gardens, or the musty shadows of the library. Here, she is not so indiscreet -- for she is anything but average. Inquisitive eyes follow her as she ascends the stairs, but she pays them no mind. ‘Tis her own curiosity she seeks to sate.                   She finds the boy in the shadows, precisely where                   the rumors suggested he might be. They were                   vague recollections at best, but the creature                   before her is flesh and bone; and yet, he is also                   something more. His presence is elusive; she                   wonders if she, too, will forget this encounter                   when it is done.      “ So ‘tis true. A spirit walks among the ranks of         the Inquisition. Most intriguing, indeed. How         did you come to take such a form? ‘Tis unlike         anything I’ve yet encountered. ”

[fulluponcrazy]

"The songs they sing are so beautiful b-but it's sounds so sad. Like a flower without sunlight. I-I am surprised you aren’t sad. It makes me sad listening to it. But you, you hear it all the time. Do you like the sad music?"The Boy said tilting his head as he raised a eyebrow to the other.

Alistair blinked at the boy, startled, and he glanced around quickly, making sure nothing else was going to happen. He cleared his throat quietly and rubbed the back of his head.

“It makes me angry, sometimes,” he offered, as if it was some sort of consolation prize. “But it never really sounded sad to me.” Was that strange? Maybe. It was the song that said ‘you have an expiration date.’ But there were worse things. He shrugged. “Better people than me hear the same song; I suppose that makes me sad.”

[guiltofthegrey-blog-blog]

theydontrememberme {greeter}

He took in a sharp breath and stepped back from the young man. "I-- Forgive me, I thought I was alone up here." He quickly scrubbed a hand over his eyes and cleared his throat. "Something I can do for you, ser?"

Some time alone had been needed. There was so much going on, the whispers of the Calling ringing in his head- singing now -and all the thoughts of the past had crept in during the dark hours. Sitting on the battlements usually helped. He'd not thought he'd see someone else up here tonight.

[staarryniight-blog]

theydontrememberme;

Haven is cold, too cold, only comfortable by the sun that happens to fall exactly perfect, right besides a young man with blonde hair, pale skin, and a sense about him that does not feel natural.  And yet, does.  Like a star caught between the Great Expanse and the planet it was sent to.  Half true, half transformed, completely conflicted in the most wondrous of way.  Here, in the sun, they hum and settle themselves down to sit with their legs tucked beneath them.  

      “Coo.”  They croon towards the young man, staring at him with bright glowing eyes.