𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 … ramiel was known as the focused & fair musician with a reputation for being a zoe kravitz doppelganger . but now , under the stress of the war on the horizon , the natural born unaffiliated grigori has become widely known for being rather detached & apathetic . let’s see how long the camelot native will last during this war . after all they’re only unknown / thirty years old . + she / her & cisfemale , original character.
MY FIRST FEMALE MUSE (aside from my failed wilis last year). please plot with her. i’m terribly nervous and terrible at playing them.
bio, hcs, and wcs under the cut.
BIO
she watches.
it is not her place, she's told, to interfere. only if the balance of the scales dip too deeply to a side is she allowed to intervene in the affairs of those she observes. her role as watcher used to be more difficult when she was young. when her heart was soft and her view of the world still clean, the glass clear in the way those newly made saw everything around them-- without bias or prejudice.
then ramiel saw war. saw the battlefields littered with bodies too young to be gutted of their souls. but those were the lucky ones. it was after, when the forests and fields were burned to curse those living on the land with a slow, lingering death. it when she was forced to watch the innocent starve to bones. those were the hardest to bear.
but it is her place to watch, not intervene, when the scales are still balance.
the glass smears-- her view of the world clouded by what she's forced to witness. there are times when she's allowed to strike. to right the delicate symmetry between darkness and light, and when she does so it's with a heavy hand-- weighed by centuries of restraint. her heart is no longer soft. there is a layer of callouses over her old tenderness, and there is an almost numbing disinterest that carries in her every interaction in the world.
but now-- the scales are out of balance. it's one of those rare moments in the fabric of time that she's allowed to strike. and ramiel, when armed with righteousness, has never been one of the gentlest of grigori.
HCS:
doesn't know her age. she keeps track of how long she's been existing by the rise and fall of kingdoms, and sometimes calls them by their old names.
her wings are an ombre of navy blue, sky blue, and white sort of like [ this ]. but they’re not usually out unless you’re aware of what she is.
pansexual, panromantic. she's slow to love-- but when she does it's because of the soul, not body.
fond of animals. her current companions are an otter and a fennec fox that's blind in one eye. they usually ride in side satchels she has slung over her chest.
has a bad habit of not paying attention to what people are saying. often asks them to repeat things.
seems easygoing and placid-- but in rare moments when she loses her temper it's preceded by her eyes turning white and a thrum of static. but she isn't usually violent and will just disarm and immobilize. i say usually ..... because she's riled up rn.
really doesn't care about a lot of things these days.
WCS:
people she's taken a particular liking to. watches and looks out for them beyond what her duty asks of her.
someone to get her out of her disinterested shell and excited about dumb hobbies like-- i dunno. coloring night. swimming naked in the ocean. scrabble. foodventures.
old enemies that she wasn't allowed to smite before. now that she has free reign and they can fisty cuff.
someone who blames her for not stepping in and helping them. merely watching as they lost smth important (like family, friends, themselves being hurt, ect.)
an old lover she still thinks of fondly and spoils out of old habits.
and the usual friends, fwbs, exes, enemies, frenemies thing pls and ty
‘ i can’t rufi , ’ he snorts . ‘ you make me stupid , mixing up my words , saying anything just to get you to smile . ’ he sighs , eskimo kisses as he leans closer . ‘ — saying anything just to see you smile , just for me . ’
rufio’s admittance tugs at his heart , and he can’t help but press his lips against his — tasting rufio’s confession and devotion . ‘ you do belong next to me — and i wouldn’t have it any other way . ’ peter pulls away just as quickly , smiling wide . ‘ i’ll wait then , ’ he squeezes the lost boy’s hips , before letting out a chuckle . ‘ i mean , you make a wonderful mom . ’
“you’re always stupid.“ overwhelmed by peter’s very public displays of affection-- he rests a hand over peter’s chest to keep him from moving closer and steps back for some space. “but guess i’m stupid too. since i find it attractive. but, peter. with the way you’re acting it’s like we’re the ones getting hitched.” but he gives in a little. smooths down the lines of peter’s shirt, and admits, “but yeah. just for you.”
he sighs exasperatedly into the next kiss. but it’s fond as much as it is agitated, and he thaws slowly, angling his face so it’s not just a brush of lips. their mouths slot together and the kiss lingers-- before rufio decisively steps away again. “belong to you? you’re getting ahead of yourself, king.” the smile that pulls at his lips is dagger sharp. “now i’m really gonna make you wait. and i know. half the kids would be dead without me. or tink. or eileen. or wendy.” he pats peter’s cheek. “absentee father.”
❛ of course i do ! always . tink’s here so i don’t have to worry about looking after everyone . ❜
“thank god for tink. neverland would burn down if she wasn’t around. but look at you, leenie. where’s the line to ask you to dance? you look better than half the damn princesses here.“
❛ like i’d wanna talk to any of these snobs anyway . best thing me & zed ever did was leave this shabby kingdom . do you even know the people getting married ? cause i’ve never heard of ‘em before . ❜
“you don’t-- didn’t you read the invitation? i can’t believe-- you’re really just here for arm candy, huh? it’s king arthur and now queen guinevere. try not to cause an interkingdom incident, please.“
❛ cheers to being the only two decent people here . and be my guest — it’s never too crowded in the cool people corner . —— i have and i really think some people walked out their homes without looking in the mirror . they’re painful to look at . ❜
“what a heavy burden we bear. we’ll need more liquor to handle it. now-- i’m puck. the seelie king’s favorite. the queen’s too-- though she claims otherwise. if you give me your name i promise not to use it for too nefarious reasons.“
Laughter left their painted lips, their figure seat a top one of the tables where the contents of all glasses had been spilled and guests had fled while Nox was rushed with excitement as he looked over the chaos ahead, feet kicking back and forth. “On your right! Right! Yeah, hit it!” @terrvrs
“excuse me, sir.“ puck dodges the wolf and backs away-- quickly flickering to his smaller seelie size. “i’m a lover, not a fighter.” his summer gold, iridescent wings scatter fairy dust as he settles on the stranger’s shoulder. “now you. if i had to guess-- you’re both. if i douse you in fairy dust you could fly around like a giant projectile raining pain.”
‘ it does . ’ he sighs fondly at the kiss , hooking his arms around narcissus’ neck . ‘ i’m still deciding if i should be happy that you know me well , or slightly terrified that you know too much . ’ byeol teases , pressing their forehead together . ‘ i can’t stop my words , not when i have my muse next to me , not when i want more of you . ’ the admittance warms him , insides fluttering from memories of their youth . ‘ you had most , if not , all of mine . i never really had a chance to enjoy my youth , not until i’ve met you . ’
“you don’t have to be scared.“ cissus exhales into the small space between them, then tips his chin up to kiss byeol’s forehead. “i’m not going to hurt you that way. not any more.” he hopes byeol understands what he means-- the infidelity and the bad habits, the late nights when he’d left byeol to sleep alone on their bed. he laughs to lighten the mood, and rests both hands on byeol’s waist as he teases. “ i expect some of the royalties-- since i’m the one inspiring you.” it’s an odd place to share these open-hearted confessions, or perhaps the best place now that cissus thinks it over. a wedding. promises of forever.
Damn. Etienne had been doing his best to avoid the werewolves, but it figured that one would eventually get in his way. As much as he did not like his odds, he was also not going to cower before any dumb werewolf. Baring his fangs, he hissed, “Alright then, pup. Let’s see you make me.”
there's no love spared between wolves and vampires-- and now with the unexpected shift of the moon in his bones he steps forward. the turning is incomplete. there's more skin than fur, fangs and teeth mangled in his mouth. with the claws that grow from his fingers-- lyall attempts to stab them into the vampire's chest, his intent to rip out the creature's heart.
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