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A story on how everyone matters, even the meekest of us. A story on the strength of kindness, curiosity, and creativity.
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Hello! My name's Elodie, and this is my multimuse rp blog. While my primary muse is Jane, I do occasionally dabble in my vampire Thomas or my werewolf Rowan. More muses may be added as well.
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repeat after me: i am doing this for fun. i am having fun. i deserve to have fun in this space. no one can take that away from me.
"I wouldn't let her hurt you." Thomas looked Ian over. "I could give you a weapon, or a magical item, that'll trap her in her human form. All you have to do is let her come close."
Ian fixed him with a pointed glare. "I won't let her hurt me either." An eye-roll. Silence. Then, Ian sighed. "Maybe tell me the full plan before I decide what I'm sticking my neck out for."
Thomas fixed him with a flat look. "You'd be bait. For the werecat. I thought that was obvious." He paused a moment. "What would make it worth it for you?"
❝ slow down, start from the beginning. ❞ - Ian to changeling!Jane
Jane's chest heaved. Her trembling hands gripped tight onto Ian's arms.
"T-They're coming," she gasped out. "The Sentinels. You--Y-You have to run." Tears pricked her eyes, began to streak down her cheeks. "It's m-my fault. It's all my f-fault. I'm so sorry, Ian."
She looked back over her shoulder into the ink-dark night, wondering just how much time they had.
"I don't—"
The scent of her fear struck him then, full in the face. She wasn't just scared—she was terrified. What the fuck happened?
"Jane—Jane stop. Look at me." Ian caught her face, thumbs wiping tears from her cheeks. "Take a deep breath, okay? What do you mean they're coming?"
For a heartbeat, Jane leaned into Ian's touch. Even right now, it felt nice. Jane thought his touch would always feel nice.
But that wasn't important right now.
"You h-have to run," she said again, louder now, sharper, frantic. "They'll c-capture you, they'll--they'll hurt you, or worse. I--I should've t-told you."
She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. It didn't help.
"Ian, please."
❝ may i have this dance ? ❞ Thomas/Wade
Assorted Sentence Prompts // @waywardxmuses
Wade let out a small laugh, eyes rolling as he picked up his drink. He finished the amber liquid in his glass, put it aside, and fixed his eyes on Thomas.
"I don't dance," he answered smoothly, barely considering the lie.
Too bad for Wade that Thomas was just as stubborn as he was.
He stepped closer, resting cool fingers on Wade's arm. "I can teach you," he offered, voice quiet.
Thomas clicked his tongue at her tone, but let her speak.
"Well, we're dead, but also not. We're undead. We exist in the middle between life and death." He rested his chin in his hand, almost seeming bored, but he kept talking. "And yes, demon blood. One can be turned by another vampire...but vampire lines almost always lead back to a demon. They always make more powerful vampires, and that's what I wanted. Power."
He raised a brow at her. "Any more questions?"
"Top of my head, why're you huffing and rolling your eyes like even being in the same room with me is pissing you off?" Corinna asked. "But about the vampire thing..."
Yeah. She definitely had more questions. You ever turned anyone else? she thought to ask. You ever have the chance to, but leave 'em human instead?
Maybe that was a personal kinda thing. Besides, if she asked those questions, especially the second, which was kind of a weird question even by the standards of this conversation... Thomas might want to know why she was asking, and Corinna wasn't sure she could bring herself to talk about that just now.
Instead, she asked him, "So what's the difference in power between a demon-blood vampire like you and a vampire-made vampire?"
Thomas raised a brow at her. Because you're annoying, he almost said, but didn't. Because she was annoying in the way a nosy little sister was. Or like how he'd used to be, as a human.
"Everyone pisses me off," he said finally, flatly, then moved on to her other questions quickly. "Being turned by a demon means my powers are more potent. Stronger. And I'm not chained to a sire, or their sire, or the sire above that sire. I have more...flexibility."
Not as much as he'd actually liked, but. Still.
PSA: It’s ok if your muse doesn’t like my muse.
It’s ok if your muse gets angry at my muse. It’s ok if your muse doesn’t want to stay friends with my muse (or doesn’t want to make friends in the first place, or doesn’t want to keep up whatever relationship they have). You don’t need to force your muse out-of-character to keep them on friendly terms with mine. Conflict happens, and it’s ok if our muses run into conflict.
Heard that one before.
The words made Thomas pause, something sharp and uncomfortable prickling beneath his skin. He suddenly remembered a time from over a hundred years ago, when he'd been human and so much weaker...and had said the same thing, to the people that had imprisoned and hurt him for years.
He stamped the feeling down. No. He was nothing like those people.
He focused on the woman's words instead, eyes sharpening. "All I want is to find the item and leave," he said. Then his lips twitched, almost pursing. "I don't actually know what it is yet," he grumbled. "I just know it's something magical. I followed that magic here."
He was quiet for a second, eyes narrowed, something in his expression that Corinna couldn't get a bead on. But he said, eventually, that he just wanted to grab his whatever-it-was and go, and the go part sounded good to her.
Of course he didn't know what the Magic Whatever-it-was was, though. Nothing's ever easy.
"Sure," she said quickly, "okay. Just... keep following it till you find it, I guess? And take it, and go. I'll keep an eye out, make sure nobody bothers you, all right?"
Well, that seemed like the thing she should do, anyway. But even though the sudden vampire intrusion had her nerves jangling, underneath there was a little spark of... curiosity. What kind of magic item would a vampire want to get his hands on? What kind of magic item would've found its way into this regular-degular thrift store?
She kind of wanted to follow him and find out.
Thomas considered this. If this woman kept an eye out, it'd make things much simpler.
"...fine," he muttered, before he sneered. "But stay where I can see you."
He held her gaze a second longer before he turned to the shelves upon shelves of items. There were so many. It took a moment to concentrate, to focus on that trail of magic.
He followed it, shelves after shelves, until he came across plastic boxes full of jewelry. His brow twitched downward. Actually touching the item itself might not be wise. Its magic could come from a curse.
So Thomas reached out a hand, and with a twitch of his fingers, the jewelry began to float into the air one by one. He began looking over the rings and bracelets and necklaces as quickly and thoroughly as he could.
Then he remembered the woman. He cast a suspicious glance her way, checking to see what she was doing.
Thomas just stared back at him, covered in blood and grime. "I got attacked by demons and defended myself, that's what I did," he muttered.
With a wave of his hand, the mess disappeared, although he still felt filthy. With an exhausted sigh he sank down next to Aaron. He paused a moment, hesitant, before he slipped his hand into Aaron's.
"It's been a rough night."
Aaron let out another little laugh, trying to hide his smile and failing. "Yeah. I see that—but what the fuck did you do to get attacked?" Probably nothing, knowing a lot of the demons around here liked to pick fights for no apparent reason. Somehow, he didn't think that was the case.
When Thomas put his hand in his, Aaron gave it a squeeze. His thumb caressed the back of Thomas's hand.
"It's bound to get better now."
"...it might've been a hunting trip gone awry," Thomas admitted sullenly.
Still. He brought Aaron's warm hand up to his lips and kissed it. Then he pressed tighter against Aaron's shoulder with an exhausted sigh, trying to soak in the warmth as much as possible.
His voice softened. "I'm glad you're here."
"Oh, no you don't."
Thomas was strong. Strong enough to sweep the taller man up into his arms bridal-style and hold him close against his chest. Aaron still felt heavy, but Thomas carried him to the room with the fireplace. There he gently laid Aaron on the ground, and started fussing over the fireplace.
It took a few minutes, but soon enough there was a roaring fire. Thomas hesitated, then joined Aaron on the floor. He pulled Aaron's head into his lap, then began to stroke his fingers through his hair. Just like how he knew Aaron liked.
"Does that feel better?" he asked.
It was fortunate Thomas had scooped him up; Aaron wasn't sure he could walk. Every movement, every motion brought out fresh pain, tingling shocks under his skin.
The floor was cold too, but nothing like the hell of the ice cold water in the tub. How the fuck was he still alive?
He shivered, teeth chattering, waiting for the fire, the heat. Then it was there, roaring, crackling. The heat spread out and Aaron closed his eyes, exhaling a sigh as it reached him, enveloped him. Soon, he felt it seeping in. His body automatically began to absorb the heat. It would take some time, Aaron knew, before he was better. He'd spent a long time chained up in the tub with all that water.
Thomas's fingers felt nice in his hair, comforting in a way he didn't try to understand right now. He closed his eyes.
"Yeah," he murmured, "I'm getting there."
"Good," Thomas muttered, before he became silent. Just watching Aaron as his fingers continued to card through his hair, assessing him. Aaron was--was really hurt. Thomas had almost lost him.
Thomas's hands went still. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper.
"Aaron. I'm sorry."
The words felt foreign, strange. Thomas wasn't used to apologizing. But for Aaron, he'd do it.
I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.
“is this a threat?” Thomas to Andy
from a meme i can't bother to look up // @waywardxmuses
Andy let out a short laugh, folding her arms across her chest. "A threat? No. Trust me—you'd know if I were threatening you." The sigil she'd drawn in the air had glowed briefly in purple and red before fading away once the spell washed over her. "Unless you think a protection ward is a threat."
Thomas sneered back at her, although he kept his distance. His eyes were sharp as he studied her. A fellow witch, then. Possibly dangerous. Her flippant attitude put him on edge at once.
"So then, just what are you doing here?" he demanded, arms crossed, head held high. He refused to be cowed. "Who are you?"
Thomas didn't have that many books on music. Just the bare essentials, enough to sate his curiosity. He supposed he could acquire more before CJ visited.
But demonology? Thomas had plenty of those. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "...what aspect of demonology?" he asked. "Biology? Culture? History? Everything?" He paused a moment, watching her. "Why?"
CJ hadn't gone too far beyond demonology in general. She figured once she struck on something useful, she could narrow the search then. With seemingly endless aspect, she suddenly felt overwhelmed.
She blinked a few times very fast. Everything was too broad, but she did want to learn everything, specifically about her kind that she could. After considering it, she had an answer to one question,
"Species. Biology, possibly."
But she didn't answer the other, just fixed Thomas with a stare.
Thomas was quiet a moment--eyes narrowed, assessing her.
"...fine," he said at last, already mentally cataloguing the books on demon biology he had. "I can manage that. When will you come over?"
Vaguely he wondered if he should have snacks or something prepped for her. What did young humans eat nowadays? Candy? Soda?
Thomas's eyes narrowed at the girl, then at the button on the ground. He understood sign language well enough. His back had been turned to her, he remembered. She very well could've not realized what he was before he'd turned around. She really could've just been trying to return the button.
But still. That did not answer his other questions.
"Just what exactly are you?" he demanded. "How did you shapeshift like that?"
He looked her over with narrowed eyes. He'd smeared blood on her wrist, he realized. Dripped blood onto her shirt. And that wrist was starting to bruise. For just the barest second, he felt the very beginnings of guilt. He shoved the feeling down. He was a monster, and surrounded by monsters. He did what he had to do to survive. Even as a part of him thought that he'd been like this girl once upon a time, small and scared and weak. He wondered again over the scar across her throat. Who'd done that to her?
He shook it off. He pointed a pale, cold finger at the button on the ground. "How do I know you haven't cursed that?"
The smell of blood was very thick, making her feel a bit dizzy. It was on her skin and her clothes and she found herself staring at her hands, at the bruise blooming around her wrist. It hurt when she moved it, Mim realized, as she started to sign again, quickly.
A demon. Xelx. She had to spell it out with her hand. There was no word for her species in ASL. Shapeshifters.
She risked a glance at him, but swiftly looked away, swallowing hard. Her eyes went back to the button.
I don't know any curses. I don't know how.
Mim drew her arms in again, keeping them close to her body, fingers gripping tightly to the folds of her shirt. Blonde curls hid most of her face. Her breathing had quieted some, but not the rapid beating of her heart.
Xelx. Thomas had heard of them once or twice, vaguely. He'd tried reading up on them once upon a time, but information on them was sparse. And now, here one was in the flesh, having--tried to hand him back his button.
Out of the kindness of her heart?
Ice-blue eyes flicked back and forth between the girl and the button. He didn't...sense any magic coming off of it. No magic off the girl, either.
For a moment, there was nothing but frozen silence. Then Thomas said, quieter, "What are you even doing, wandering around this time of night?"
What--?
Jane's heart leapt up into her throat as she whirled towards the door. Oh--Oh, no. The Sentinels couldn't know what had happened. They just couldn't. Jane began to hyperventilate.
She twisted sharply back around to Dylan. "You--Y-You need to hide," she squeaked, voice trembling. It took her a moment to think. "Up--Upstairs. M-My bedroom. Please!"
She darted around him, already flying halfway up the stairs before she stopped.
"Please," she begged.
He stared at the door for a few more seconds before he turned to Jane, one eyebrow up. His smirk worked its way into a grin.
"Someone's in trouble," Dylan said in a singsong tone, barely able to keep the chuckles out of his voice. This summoning had just gotten really interesting.
For a moment, he thought to defy her, stay right here, let whoever came through that door see him, see her, and have Jane face the consequences—but he knew he couldn't do that. She'd summoned him; he had no choice.
He gave a roll of his eyes and began following her up the stairs at a glacial pace, the Shadows trailing behind.
Oh god, pleasepleasepleaseplease--
Part of Jane, very dimly, acknowledged the absolute insanity of the situation: that she was frantically shepherding a demon into her bedroom. Her, of all people.
The other part of her could barely even think over the rapid beating of her heart.
She darted down the hallway before Dylan even reached the second floor. Her bedroom door was cracked open and she flung it open. "Here," she called. "In here. Quick!"
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