I am but the most beautiful bouquet of dying posies you find, and will ever see. The snowflakes that follows my steps, accompanying me like my shadow does is no longer my own. Time and time again I thought if you never commented on how my body was so wrong, I would have loved it all along. My monstrosities are part of your natural science.
His friend was still gone.
Muffled thunder split apart the quiet air of the suite, mixing in with the heavy noise of rain pelting against the window.
Lonelytree stood at the window. The world outside—in his vision—was only a haze of eigengrau, and had been so for a while. But he'd long found his way around even with such a disability on his plate.
He drummed his fingers against the glass, quietly counting every second that passed by. Even with the storm outside, his dearest still wasn't home—and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't making him antsy.
''He still hasn't come back..'' He murmured, feeling rather... numb.
Where was the frigid touch between his fingers? The sound of footsteps echoing in the halls? that ice-cold voice calling his name in a tone softer than a whisper?
A strange feeling swallowed his heart.
Was it... Loneliness?
A roleplay blog made for my friend @/w3r1d00. Still, send as ask if you wanna!
INFORMATION
You are guests, and guests... Have rules. - Lonelytree.
Hatespeech, especially towards the Mod is not allowed. This rule extends to ableism, racism, queerphobia and / or transphobia. Keep that to yourself.
Explicit NSFW content is not allowed. Flirting or shipping however, is encouraged as long as you don't push that onto the Mod.
Anon Magic may only reach up to 20 counters. And it should not be extreme.
Don't get mad about the lore here. Thank you.
I can't remember the last time someone was curious about me. - Lonelytree.
Lonelytree, the always supportive friend of the infamous hacker ITrapped, remains long after May Madness had ended.
Some Brief information about him;
-His full name is Lonelytree Líadanes Amihan-Flores.
-He goes by he / they pronouns.
-He is pansexual.
-His birthday is on October 16.
-The Bleeding Heart Flower is his symbolic flower.
Special Talents:
Eavesdropping,
Floral art and arrangement,
Medicine.
TAG LIST
Closed Flowers; anonymous.
Open leaves; non-anonymous.
Eventide; Closed roleplay suddenly due to miscellaneous reasons.
Lonelytree, my apologies for disappearing so long - how have you been holding up?
(@the-impure-apotheosis)
"Itrapped?"
His ears twitched at the familiar voice. A soft, warm melody in the ever-falling temperature. Lonelytree turned, trying to locate the direction of which it came, and once having found it - started approaching with a noticeable skip to his steps.
''Oh- I missed you! I've- gah... well, I've been interacting with visitors these weeks long.''
Lonelytree wrapped his arms around ITrapped's waist in a tight hug, his tail swishing side-to-side in contentment. ITrapped's arms were cold, but the affection in his voice was anything but.
''You informed me you'll only be out for a little bit. 3 weeks isn't a short while, dummy.''
[ he reciprocated the embrace, and brought his fingers to Lonelytree's hair, gently running his fingers through the messy locks. ]
I've had a couple... complications. Apologies for the time - but I'm here now, aren't I?
[ ITrapped pulled away, and let out a curious hum at the other boy's words.]
Visitors, Hm? It's quite dangerous to be interacting with people in these parts, especially with the state of the admins....
“They've been pleasant, actually! I know you aren't quite keen on trusting people from the get-go—but I reckon you need some sort of social interaction at some point.”
Lonelytree replied dryly. Though Itrapped pulled away, he still reached for his hand and intertwined his fingers with his. He just needed the reassurance that Itrapped was still there with him, even if he knew that Itrapped wouldn't leave.
With his free hand, he rummaged in his bag—and brought out a small plush toy, holding it out for Itrapped's inspection.
“One of them even gave me this thing. Charming, isn't it? It feels soft. I rarely ever get gifts anymore.”
[ ITrapped gave the plush toy an uninterested glance and took it from Lonelytree's grasp. He still checked it over and looked at it, just in case there was something out of the blue. Once he found none—he returned it back to Lonelytree. ]
Charming indeed.
[ He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against Lonelytree's forehead. A cold smile crept across his lips. Although, a thought entered his head. He'd enjoy entertaining his lovely friend for longer—but he has things to do. ]
How about you tell me about them later? I'll just fix myself up, dearie. I love you. You have free reign to my bedroom if you'd like to speak.
“Already now, huh? Well, at least you aren't going on some mystical voyage for an unestablished period of time, this time around.”
Despite the mild complaints, Lonelytree didn't protest when ITrapped left. Not that he could see him leave anyway—only heard the tapping of footsteps getting fainter and fainter.
They'd probably find some time to hangout. Sure, going around sabotaging the administration was fun—but Lonelytree really missed when they could just. Go out. As friends.
Lonelytree, my apologies for disappearing so long - how have you been holding up?
(@the-impure-apotheosis)
"Itrapped?"
His ears twitched at the familiar voice. A soft, warm melody in the ever-falling temperature. Lonelytree turned, trying to locate the direction of which it came, and once having found it - started approaching with a noticeable skip to his steps.
''Oh- I missed you! I've- gah... well, I've been interacting with visitors these weeks long.''
Lonelytree wrapped his arms around ITrapped's waist in a tight hug, his tail swishing side-to-side in contentment. ITrapped's arms were cold, but the affection in his voice was anything but.
''You informed me you'll only be out for a little bit. 3 weeks isn't a short while, dummy.''
[ he reciprocated the embrace, and brought his fingers to Lonelytree's hair, gently running his fingers through the messy locks. ]
I've had a couple... complications. Apologies for the time - but I'm here now, aren't I?
[ ITrapped pulled away, and let out a curious hum at the other boy's words.]
Visitors, Hm? It's quite dangerous to be interacting with people in these parts, especially with the state of the admins....
“They've been pleasant, actually! I know you aren't quite keen on trusting people from the get-go—but I reckon you need some sort of social interaction at some point.”
Lonelytree replied dryly. Though Itrapped pulled away, he still reached for his hand and intertwined his fingers with his. He just needed the reassurance that Itrapped was still there with him, even if he knew that Itrapped wouldn't leave.
With his free hand, he rummaged in his bag—and brought out a small plush toy, holding it out for Itrapped's inspection.
“One of them even gave me this thing. Charming, isn't it? It feels soft. I rarely ever get gifts anymore.”
Lonelytree, my apologies for disappearing so long - how have you been holding up?
(@the-impure-apotheosis)
"Itrapped?"
His ears twitched at the familiar voice. A soft, warm melody in the ever-falling temperature. Lonelytree turned, trying to locate the direction of which it came, and once having found it - started approaching with a noticeable skip to his steps.
''Oh- I missed you! I've- gah... well, I've been interacting with visitors these weeks long.''
Lonelytree wrapped his arms around ITrapped's waist in a tight hug, his tail swishing side-to-side in contentment. ITrapped's arms were cold, but the affection in his voice was anything but.
''You informed me you'll only be out for a little bit. 3 weeks isn't a short while, dummy.''
''Ponies? they're cute. Very cute. If my memory isn't failing me.''
A warm smile crawled across his face.
''I remember when I was a kid I used to try and ride the horses and ponies near my home... but they always ran. It's a miracle they never kicked me in the gut.''
A 'Shima Enaga'. Lonelytree feels as though he's heard that before, when visiting Wanwood..
Lonelytree tilts his head in curiosity and hesitantly takes the stuffed bird from the visitor's hands. It was rather small, and Lonelytree felt its round features as he ran his hands over the plush toy. So soft...
"Wow— I- I don't know the last time a stranger has gotten me a gift... I'll probably ask him to check this later though.."
He gave a thoughtful hum and held it to his chest. Though Lonelytree appreciated the gesture, he had long learned not to take people's gifts without caution.
He flinched and slapped away the visitor's hand.
''Don't- don't touch me so suddenly...''
Lonelytree murmured, rubbing his hair. He wasn't so partial to out-of-the-blue touches from people he wasn't acquainted with. . . who knew of their intentions?
My beloved ITrapped has told me that I'm starting to fog the apartment again. I didn't even notice. Usually, I'd smell the smoke... Had I also been fogging the market earlier? Gahhh.... I hope not. That'd be humiliating.
The deer laughed. What a... silly question? Was it not obvious from the way ice and flowers bloomed on his skin?
Lonelytree tapped his temple, a smile tugging at his lips. He couldn't deny it was amusing. He didn't like talking about his predicament a ton, but he'd make a tiny exception.
''I mean... What do you think this is? It's a bit of a sore topic...''
when’s the last time yiuve seen itrapped… or anyone for that matter
Lonelytree hesitated.
Time wasn't a particularly important concept to him. It's not like he had the eyes to see the clock tick; he could only trust the words of others. How many years had passed since he was able to see his beauty?
''Well... I lost my vision by the time I turned 28 or 29. I believe 8 years have passed since then?''
He reached to his face and started to tug at the pale petals growing on the area where his eyes should've been. A wince escaped him.
''I still remember the feeling of roots piercing my face. It isn't something worth reminiscing.''
A sigh left him, his words a bitter murmur.
''Not that anything related to my curse is.''
A laugh—tight and awkward left his lips. Such an odd question. He wondered if this was some sort of trick. It was a rare find in these hostile parts of Robloxia, the idea someone cared enough about another's own self-hygiene to ask directly.
"For the record, I've brushed my teeth and slept early."
He added, voice only half confident. His fingers found their way to the pale ice cutting into his skin, picking off pieces of frost.
Lonelytree's ears twitched at the question, and a little smile crawled up his face. His favorite flower? Most wouldn't dare to ask about something as—at least in their heads—mundane about something like that. But it wasn't mundane to Lonelytree, unlike them he knew the importance of nature.
"I do enjoy the smell of opium poppies—Oh! Oh, Forget-Me-Nots are quite the delight as well!"
His voice was more animated now as he listed off practically a billion flowers off the top of his head. After a couple minutes, he paused, now becoming aware of himself. He sighed awkwardly, shaking his head.
"Such a shame I'm unable to see their beauty no more."
It was a bitter feeling but he'd accepted it long ago.
He was fairly sure of his memory that, that wasn't a voice nor a scent he was familiar with. He awkwardly scratched at the ice on his skin, curiously tilting his head.
“Sorry—who might you be? I don't believe I recognize your sound...”
He resisted the urge to reach out and touch them, see if he could recognize their form. He knew, courtesy of his beloved, that some Robloxians used some sort of voice modulator technology—and he wondered for a moment if this was such a case. But that would be rather awkward without permission...
Ah, no no I dont need anything :] I just wanted to say hi and possibly found more about yourself ^^!
~ 🍔
''Well...''
Lonelytree hesitated, pink flowers blooming on his antlers. Was he feeling flustered already? where were his manners?
He cleared his throat, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeves.
''Wow, I can't remember the last time someone was curious about me. Pray tell; what would you like to know? I..''
He stuttered.
''My apologies, talking isn't really my forte. Hasn't been for a while.''
Lonelytree tensed, his ears twitching as he listened for anymore sound. When none came, he took a couple deep breaths to calm himself down.
''...Ah? Hello.''
He replied, tilting his head in curiosity. He didn't get many visitors, not after everything. This was new.
''Might you need anything?''
