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Tuls had been spending the day alone, wandering Maggie's "forest" to entertain himself. He was in a relatively good mood thanks to the little chats with the fairies and the flowers he tended to being so grateful for his help. He planted, picked flowers, drew the landscape, and dozed in the "sun". After a while, he heard footsteps, and quickly came to attention. Maggie needed something, didn't she? Hm, maybe not... these footsteps were far too heavy to be Maggie's. "I hope you know you are trespassing."
My muse is dazed and sick , and tries to leave with a high fever, not knowing what they are doing send "Where are you going ?" for my muses reaction
Are you a fan of Ava’s Demon? Do you enjoy voice acting? Then this is the right blog for you.
We’re here to narrate your adventures in pacts and demons— well, we will be when we get some auditions.
Here's the cast list; we still need actors and we always will!
Here's the way you can audition!
Here's the FAQ!
Let’s do this.
Are you a fan of Ava’s Demon? Do you enjoy voice acting? Then this is the right blog for you.
We’re here to narrate your adventures in pacts and demons— well, we will be when we get some auditions.
Here's the cast list; we still need actors and we always will!
Here's the way you can audition!
Here's the FAQ!
Let’s do this.
(as Ava!muse) "“We just have to wait until the next life.”
"You know that isn’t very likely for either of us." he sighed. "Sorry to disappoint."
Ava twiddled her fingers. “My pact is for a new life,” she explained slowly, not making eye contact “er, a different life. I dunno how Wrathia is gonna pull that off…”
Tuls nodded slowly. "You might want to be very specific when speaking to her. She's never been one for reading minds."
(as Ava!muse) "“We just have to wait until the next life.”
"You know that isn’t very likely for either of us." he sighed. "Sorry to disappoint."
Ava ducked her chin into her chest, trying to avoid his sight while her blush burned harder at his concerned gaze. “I’m… fine.” A beat of silence. “My pact, it’s… complicated. Or not, depending on how you look at it.”
"Would you like to talk about it? That seems to help Magnolia when she has a problem." he said, sitting down on one of the wooden "seats".
(as Ava!muse) "“We just have to wait until the next life.”
"You know that isn’t very likely for either of us." he sighed. "Sorry to disappoint."
Ava didn’t reply, her lips thinning into a tight line as she grasped the key that hung over her collarbone. Her silence was tense, and when she did finally speak again her voice was hoarse. “Yeah.”
Her own past words echoed through her mind, the memory of her holding the jagged edge of a drawer handle to Wrathia’s throat. “A completely. Different. Life.” She shook her head as though that would shake the thought out of her mind.
"Yeah, it’s… not likely."
Tuls tilted his head to one side and brushed a piece of hair from Ava's face, being careful not to burn himself on her warming skin. "Are you alright?" he asked, inspecting her face for anything that would betray her feelings.
(as Ava!muse) "“We just have to wait until the next life.”
"You know that isn’t very likely for either of us." he sighed. "Sorry to disappoint."
Ava’s eyes flicked over to Tuls and she sighed. “You never know,” she mumbled, stroking her pact.
"I honestly do not know if any of us could move on to a new life now that we're in a pact." he said. "I am sure Wrathia explained a lot of this to you."
"This is all for you.”
"But I’m not…" she settled her hands over her face and leaned against the foliage, mumbling into her scathing palms. "I’m not worth it.”
"All the more reason." Tuls said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "Whoever has been telling you these things is very wrong."
(as Ava!muse) "“We just have to wait until the next life.”
"You know that isn't very likely for either of us." he sighed. "Sorry to disappoint."
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“Everyone ends up alone.” "Stay close to me." "We need to get away." "This is all for you.” "How could you be so heartless?" "There’s gotta be another way out." “I’ve tried forever getting out on my own.” “I don’t wanna fight alone anymore.” “I never thought you would really go.” “I was being such a fool.” “But I can’t live without you.” “If I wanted to leave I would have left by now.” "Don’t let me down.” “And now I’m feeling stupid.” “I’ll only stay with you one more night.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Can’t take it no more.” “I used to pretend that I felt okay.” “I’ve failed you again.” “God knows that I tried…” “I was dreaming for so long.” "You are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need.” “If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?” "We both know how this ends." “This is not what I do.” “Is that alright?” “Am I even human?” "I’m a mess." "At least I’ve always been myself.” “No one knows my heart.” “I don’t know what I’m doing.” “There is something that you need to let me know.” “Be honest please.” “Say you’ll stay.” "I’ll look after you." “I wasn’t looking for this.” "Here’s my number." “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” “I missed you so bad.” "You see?" "Come on let’s go and play!" “Be my baby.” “Don’t you ever say I just walked away.” “I will always want you.” “I never meant to start a war.” “I just wanted you to let me in.” “I guess I should’ve let you win.” "You make me crazy from happiness." "You’re my prince from the fairy tale." "Where do I go if you leave?" "I was afraid you don’t care about me." “I can’t forget you.” “I’m your destiny.” “You are like frost.” “We just have to wait until the next life.” "We need to talk." “Where did I go wrong?” "I lost a friend." “If I don’t say this now I will surely break.” “I’m losing my control.” “What’s mine is yours to leave or take.” “You’ve begun to feel like home.” “If that’s what you want…” “But I’m only human!” “I bleed…” "I can do it!" “Don’t let them in.” “Let it go.” "We only have each other." “Okay, can I just, say something crazy?” "We are meant to be."
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[role reversal]
Magnolia had given up keeping track of time long ago. Or a few minutes ago. It was difficult to tell, being a half-dead soul stuck in some kid’s mind forest and all. For that matter, most things were difficult to know with utmost certainty. Why, for example, she was here in the first place. Why she could remember little more than a vaguely-defined “prince charming.” Why, more importantly, Tuls hadn’t done anything but draw, day-in and day-out, when they had already made a pact.
If she had to wait one more second to do something, she might make the boy choke on his own pencil.
Scrawling threats and insults on his drawings was an better alternative for the time being, however, and today she was particularly fed up. Fortunately, Tuls arrived not long after she sent her message.
"You’re late," Magnolia said, one hand on her hip and the other absently twirling her hair. "For everything."
Tuls sighed as he sat down on a fallen tree, tracing the bark with his fingers. "Sorry." he mumbled. "What is it you wanted? You ruined my drawing, you know. I'll have to fix it on the computer now..." His voice got quieter as he spoke, speaking more and more to himself as his thoughts sped through his mind.
He remembered vaguely meeting Magnolia when he was younger, and how he tried to block her out. Well, you know. Until she started ruining his paintings and possessing him in the middle of classes.
"Have you found anything on Rananculae yet? Is she okay?"
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