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[[With Nein out now, and spoiler spoiler spoiler, I think I'm still gonna stick to the original story of IdoIdo/Marchen and how it ended for the most part instead of Nein, because I dunno, I feel like if I went with Nein's ending, I honestly wouldn't know what to do with this muse now after all the threads I had with people, and all he headcanons I made before Nein existed. Plus I think going with the original story would make RPing more interesting.]]
"Ack!" Wolfram jumped at the sound of the voice, nearly dropping Friedrich. The skull was about to cry out in protest, but Wolfram covered his skeletal mouth before any sound came out. Hunched over slightly, he nervously turned his head back to look at the person who had startled him. "U… Um… M-May I help you…?"
Elisabeth stared at the boy for a few minutes. Surely this boy couldn't be her's or Mar's son, right? The boy's eyes... they looked similar to Amethystos' as well. He looked like Mar and he also looked like Amethystos. Wait a minute, could he be...? No. Perhaps it may be a bit too early to assume things. Elisabeth was speechless, looking at the boy in which she begun to space out for a moment.
wolfram-von-friedhof started following you
While she entered the Church...
"--!" she gasped. "Who...?" Why did he resemble that man she loved?
@Within-an-enclosed-sky
He actually thought she wasn’t going to come out, ignoring him completely. The manor was quite…like the one she lived in, before it was demolished and destroyed by the civilians. Biting his lip, he looked down to the small necklace that he held in his hands. No sooner did he bring his hands together, rubbing them together in sheer hope to provide some warmth for himself as he felt snow continue to fall onto him.
His attention was taken away, tuning into the window that he heard click open. Hopefully, he didn’t disturb the wrong person, and wouldn’t need to run for it. That was the least of his worries, hell - a guard by now could’ve came by and took him in for questioning. It was pretty nerve racking, compared to how he was in his younger years, carefree - without a fear in the world. Yet now it was quite difference.
Soon, the golden maiden emerged from within.
“N-N-Not t-t-t- s-s-sure ac-act-actually.” His teeth chattered, telling Elisabeth he must’ve been out there waiting for awhile. “A…A-And y-yo-you’re correct.”
Had she forgotten who he was? He was hoping she didn’t, otherwise he could’ve been in great trouble. At the mentioning of going inside, März nearly jumped for joy. “-U-Um! S-Sure! Da…Danke!”
Oh the poor boy. How long has he been standing out there for? She only did notice he was the one who was knocking on her window just a few seconds ago. Now she wondered how he managed to climb up here. He's climbing up your windows. Hide your saints and hide your uhhhh.... IDK. Elisabeth took him in by his free hand. "You could have used the balcony too, you know? It's safer than standing on the roof," she pulled him inside of her room, closing and then locking her window as well as pulling the curtains over it. Elisabeth also begun to wonder why the nobleman chose to use the roof rather than the balcony. Was he trying to impress her in any way or did he somehow not notice the balcony? More importantly, who is he? She remembered meeting him somewhere back in that forest and they only spoke for a little while. Unfortunately they never had the chance to introduce themselves.
Elisabeth led the nobleman to her fireplace, setting him down.
She let go of the nobleman's hand and stared at the fireplace, wondering how to work it. Usually it would be Walter who lit up the fireplace whenever she'd get cold, but he wasn't here to do that. Just toss in a few wood, grab a match and light it up then throw it in, right? That's what she remembered seeing Walter do. Elisabeth did so and it was a success. Afterwards she walked over to one of her wardrobes to grab a blanket for the nobleman. After getting him a blanket, she closed her wardrobe, returning to the nobleman. She wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. This was the least she could do for him. She hoped her brother wouldn't come by, but she doubted that he would since he wanted her out of his sight and wanted nothing to do with her. That's what she thought at least. Elisabeth stood behind him for a minute. She turned the opposite direction from his back, deciding whether she should stay by his side or just leave him there. He didn't want her around either though, does he? After all, everything she does would only cause him trouble. Nobody wanted somebody like that around.
She took four steps away from him.
"............"
Another four more steps.
"............"
Two more steps.
"............"
Three more steps until she heard him speak after the long silence of awkwardness.
ʜᴏᴡ ғᴀʀ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜɴᴇss ᴏғ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴇxᴛᴇɴᴅ?
ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ
ᴡᴇɴɪɢ-ᴠᴏɢᴇʟ
Oh how nicely his day had been going up until now. As soon as the blonde had appeared, the god had scowled and glared so fiercely that one would squirm underneath the heated gaze.
However, moments later his expression changed to excitement and remained that way as a golden bow and arrow materialized into the redhead’s hands.
“Diana says the hunt is exciting when the prey does it’s best to avoid it’s fate! Tell me, little dove, are you ready to run?” He laughed brightly, his blue eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and interest.
He placed the arrow on the nock of the arrow onto the bowstring under the nocking point locator, making sure that the Index Fletch on the arrow was facing towards him and the nock was pushed firmly onto the bowstring. His index finger placed itself above the arrow nock and the second and third fingers were placed below the arrow nock. He curled his fingers around the bowstring so that the first joint of all three fingers are aligned on it, tucking his thumb into the palm so it can be placed against the neck at full draw. He made a slight pull on the bowstring to set the fingers in position ready for the draw, maintaining an even amount of pressure on all three fingers.
He placed the bow hand into the grip of the bow with the centreline of the vee between thumb and index finger in line with the center of the bow. He pulled the bowstring to his face, his index finger firmly placed against the jaw, the thumb tucked into the palm of the hand. When he released the arrow, it slipped past his fingers carefully, all fingers releasing at once, Apollo not releasing position until the arrow grazed the blonde’s hair ever so gently as this shot was only a teaser to rile the beloved of the foul conductor.
“Isn’t this exciting!?”
Sitting upon the fields of white iris' and white zinnians, the blonde saint had slowly been plucking out petals from the white zinnian flower she picked out from the fields. Eventually she stops and sighs, leaning her back towards the tree of white orchids. There sure are a majority of white flowers among these fields.
In the distance something had glimmered in the little sunlight that this field had offered to her. Slowly sitting up, the white clothed maiden blinked a few times, eyebrows furrowing, trying to figure out whatever that shiny object may have bee-
That was a bad idea.
She soon ducked, a yelp escaping her, not taking long to scramble to her feet. The object was an arrow, and it had taken a few strands of her blond hair along with it. She could feel herself sweating; what was going on? Whoever would do such a thing!
Her gaze met with someone who was somewhat familiar with. His hair blazed alike the sun's harsh rays, burning like fire even! She soon shook her head, trying to look for ways to escape this...this place and to hide from Apollo, who held onto a bow in his hands.
"N-Not at all!" She cried, a frown evident on her features.
"What...What is the meaning of this?"
stained-flower started following you
It was a nice, bright day. July was walking into the woods, an adorable smile on her face. Since the early morning, she had wanted to take a little trip into the woods, to pick some flowers, and, why not, make a little detour to her grandmother’s house. She hadn’t seen her for a long time, and the old woman would certainly be happy to see her sweet grandchild come to visit, with tons and tons of colorful flowers into her huge basket. By thinking of this, the maiden laughs cutely; What a surprise it would be!
Thinking happily about her plans, the Little Red Riding hood suddenly heard someone calling her. Turning back to see who it was, she stumbled across a young woman, letting out a little “Aah!” in surprise. - O-oh, I’m sorry, n-nyuuh!
"Ah!" Unfortunately Elisabeth was startled from the hooded girl's little shrieking. She shook her head in response, "N-No. Please. You don't have to apologize. I--" oh, where are her manners? Elisabeth bowed down to her. "I apologize for startling you," then she perked back up, looking down at her. "Are you lost by any chance? If so, I don't mind taking you where you want to. Are you perhaps form around here?"
the-epic-of-elefseus started following you
“Yes,” Elef answered. Thank goodness she guessed on her own. But he probably looked like some sort of traveling bard with what he was wearing. “Yes, I am. From the region of Arcadia.”
It felt quite awkward for Elef to be indulging in casual conversation with someone of nobility—he had always known them to be power-hungry or stupidly haughty fools who could care less. But this girl just seemed… naive.
So naive, in fact, he almost felt bad.
But then again, first impressions could only judge so much of one’s character. The young lady seemed kind enough. She didn’t call for the guards, at least.
“So, uh,” he said awkwardly, “is that all?”
At least she isn't as naive as Orion is 8I
"Arcadia?" she wondered. "I see..." unfortunately Elisabeth has never heard about Arcadia before but her mun has. Elisabeth went along with what the peasant man was telling her about himself. Maybe she could do a little research about Arcadia by reading books because computers were not invented back then when she finds some good time to spare. As far as she knew about Greece, it was mostly well-known for their ancient architectures, and myths about the Gods and Goddesses, mythical creatures, the Trojan war and certain mortal-beings like King Odysseus and Prince Achilles. After the Trojan war, it took Odysseus ten years to return to Ithaca. As for Prince Achilles, well he was shot down on his heel by a poisoned arrow by Prince Paris, or so according to theory the arrow was poisoned. How else could Achilles have fallen to his death by an arrow that was shot to his heel?
“So, uh,” he said awkwardly, “is that all?”
Elisabeth lightly nodded. "I suppose it is," she responded. "I'm afraid if you stay here any longer, my brother may come out here the two of us could get into trouble."
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A sky cut off in the shape of a square was the world of my younger days You, who landed by the window smiled gently like the moonlight...
Kono Semai Torikago no Naka de
“A sky cut off in the shape of a square was the world of my young days. You, who landed by the window smiled gently like the moonlight”
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Mun is still alive. Muse is ummmmm... kind of dead?
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