Where We Will, We'll Roam

RP blog for Senelfy's Muses

[overclassy]

[worldofsenelfy]

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[worldofsenelfy]

"Ilyas... you're supposed to take the wax off the cheese before you eat it ..."

"..."

Ilyas chewed and looked at Greta as if she had said something strange. Something strange that was slowly dawning on him. He looked down at the cheese. Still chewing.

"Ah.." Then slowly, he nodded. The wax. Right. "I thought it tasted funny." He swallowed and started peeling. "Still, not the worst cheese I've had. Want some?"

@gretaphasmatosmartin

[worldofsenelfy]

Jasmine if you could take a potion that would wipe away the memory of your bad choices would you take it?

"Oh, no. And I'm not just saying that because it's the right thing to say."

"Maybe it would be easier, to simply forget. But didn't I learn from the experiences? I like to think that I did. And if I'd just forget about it, who would I be? I barely know who I am now, but without the memory of what happened.. That thought really scares me."

[worldofsenelfy]

[TXT] : are you mad at me? (for Will)

<txt - Aya> Depends. Are you pregnant again?

Long pause..

<txt - Aya> I'm not mad. I'm being mysterious.

<txt - Aya> I have a surprise for you.

@ayakoito

[worldofsenelfy]

[TXT] : okay wait no don't answer that.

<txt - Dev> You're drunk, aren't you?

<txt - Dev> Oh, I'm going to enjoy rubbing this in your face tomorrow.

<txt - Dev> Anyway. I do not think ketchup counts as a smoothie, no.

<txt - Dev> How many other people did you ask?

@pyrokineticwarrior

[worldofsenelfy]

I miss you. Is that allowed? Am I allowed to miss you?- Alex to Will

Will's lips curled upwards slowly. Alex couldn't see it on the other end of the phone, but maybe she could hear it in his voice. "You saw me just a couple of hours ago." That didn't answer the question, obviously. He also didn't admit he felt the same way, but considering the first thing he did when he got to the hotel was pick up the phone and call her, maybe she'd get the picture too.

"It's just the weekend. This convention is important." It felt like hollow words coming from his mouth. Now that he was here, it didn't feel so important at all. "What are you doing tonight? Watch a movie?"

@xseen2muchx

[tidesofcreativity]

Marisol paused, his awkward wording lingering in her mind. "I do look," she insisted softly, brushing the last of the clipped golden strands from his forehead with the back of her fingers before dusting the loose hair from his shoulders and the towel. "I just think looking and poking are both important."

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she reached for an ornate hand mirror with a silver handle, its frame decorated with curling seashells and tiny pearls. Stepping around in front of him, she held it up so he could see his reflection.

"Maybe you should try looking. Really looking." Her tone echoed his own words back to him, but without mockery. "Past the layers, like finding the core of an onion."

@worldofsenelfy

[worldofsenelfy]

It was hypocritical. How many times had Ilyas touched something he shouldn't have? His curiosity probably matched Mari's. But in a museum, though? No, he'd never touched anything in a museum. Arguably because he wasn't allowed in one of those.

"There are times to look and there are times to poke, and--" With a shrug, he somewhat gave in to what she was saying, but he flinched as soon as she brought the mirror closer. He shook his head, dismissively, without even glancing at the reflection. "No, thanks. I've seen enough rotten crap in my life." He did bring up a hand, ran it through his hair. It felt short. That was good, because it meant it would last for a while. It was bad, because people were going to notice. And comment.

"I'm sure you did good. How much?"

@tidesofcreativity

[strongsweetmedicine]

"Fair enough. Guess I walked right into that one." Joshua's grin lingered, easy and unbothered. "Lucky for both of us, I patch up broken bones, not bruised egos."

He noticed the snort, however small it was, and counted it as a victory. If letting Ilyas score a point meant hearing him laugh instead of watching him retreat into himself, Joshua was more than willing to play the fool now and then.

"Truth be told, I've always felt connected to bears. Big, stubborn, happiest out in the wild, and usually misunderstood before anyone bothers getting close enough to know 'em."

He shrugged one broad shoulder, his voice still light. "Maybe that's why I don't mind being compared to one. Now- what is a head doctor?"

@worldofsenelfy

[worldofsenelfy]

"There are not enough doctors in the world to fix the bruised egos of men." That seemed to amuse Ilyas, considering the way his lips curled up at his own words. Was he wrong, though? Where was the lie?

To Ilyas, bears were a lot more than what the doc described. He could've snorted again, but instead, he just watched the other man for a moment. "Have you ever met a bear?" The question was out before he realized it fully. Damn, his curiosity. "A real bear. Not a zoo-bear." He realized not many had. A bear wasn't someone you crossed paths with down the street, but the way the doc spoke about them, there could be a story behind it.

Hearing that come from someone else's mouth - a head doctor - did indeed sound stupid. Hilarious, even. "You know. A psychiater-ist. A shrink."

@strongsweetmedicine

[brooklynislandgirl]

@worldofsenelfy {{ XX }} "Very close," Beth nods encouragingly. She won't ~and really can't~ blame someone for learning a new word in a foreign language, and she's rather proud that Jasmine was super close to getting it right. She repeats the word once more, this time slowly and careful to enunciate each syllable. 'pee-Kah-kay'." She rises from her spot and pads across the space to the kitchen. The huge apartment has an open floor plan and Beth likes that conversation can be carried on without any one feeling stunted by movement. She takes down a porcelain tea pot and turns her stove on, the burner already having kettle with water in it. "Pīkake" translates to "peacock," and was named by our princess, Kaʻiulani, because she believe da flower resemble da eye-spots of peacock feaddahs. Chamomile is good wi' honey, an' I jus' pick up new jar from one of our farmer's markets. So excellent choice." She herself is going to try the Ottoman. "If ja'like, can take you up t' Sleepy Hollow nex' weekend so you can see it."

[worldofsenelfy]

"Pee-Kah-kay." Jasmine chuckled at herself, but admittedly, the word sounded better this time. It also helped that she knew the meaning. She loved learning more about Beth's culture and seeing her friend in that way.

"Oh, uhm.." However, there were things Beth still needed to learn about her as well. "No honey, thank you." She felt herself blush, which was silly. Why would she feel awkward about this? It was one of the most important beliefs she had in life. "I don't use animal products, actually. And honey.. you know. Bees." She chuckled again and slowly, it hit her. She knew exactly why it felt awkward. It was something to be judged over. Everybody had an opinion about vegans. She just hoped Beth's was understanding.

"Anyway. Uhm.." Her focus had drifted off slightly because of her racing thoughts. Camomile tea would be good indeed. "Sleeping Hollow? Isn't that a horror movie?" Oh gosh. Now she had to say she didn't do those either, didn't she?

@brooklynislandgirl

[worldofsenelfy]

[Ilyas] : i'm grabbing coffee, want one?

<number> depends. is it rush coffee?

<number> Wish

<number> what the duck is wrong with this phone?

<number> i r i s h

@brooklynislandgirl

[worldofsenelfy]

[Pīkake] : i can't find my shoes.

<Beth ☀️> You can't find your shoes?

<Beth ☀️> All your shoes or a specific pair?

<Beth ☀️> I'd ask you where you've last put them, but that might be a little too obvious 🤭

<Beth ☀️> Do you want to borrow some of mine?

@brooklynislandgirl

[worldofsenelfy]

*places a lovely, yet modest bouquet of flowers for Jasmine on her door step*

"Aww!"

[worldofsenelfy]

Will is it ethical to feed into people's delusions for the plot?

"I'd say no. Not ethical. Not healthy. Feeding into someone's delusions can feel like protecting someone too, but in my opinion, it's quite the opposite."

[oculusmaledictus]

The nap was not intentional. One moment Ulysses was listening to Jasmine's voice and the gentle pull of her fingers through his hair, and the next he was blinking awake to find the afternoon sun shifted. He sat up with a quiet yawn, his exhaustion eased, if only a little.

Rather than immediately seeking her out, Ulysses rose and wandered toward his study. An idea had settled into his mind during his sleep. With a flick of his wrist, stacks of cream-colored paper lifted from a desk. Pens dipped themselves into ink and began scratching elegant invitations across page after page. The village book club. The elderly ladies. A few fishermen. The baker who kept trying to send him home with pies. If they were all so determined to involve themselves in his life, then he might as well reward their persistence. When the final invitation was finished, he snapped his fingers. Dozens of folded letters sprang from the desk like startled birds and vanished through open windows in flashes of silver-blue magic, each finding its intended recipient without the inconvenience of roads, weather, or postal services.

Only then did he go looking for Jasmine. He found her and leaned against the doorway, looking considerably more awake than before. "I've done something either very kind or very foolish," he informed her. "Possibly both." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I invited half the village to the lake for a gathering." His arms folded loosely across his chest. "The invitations have already been delivered."

@worldofsenelfy

[worldofsenelfy]

Jasmine was in the kitchen. It was the place in their house she visited most often. The kitchen made a house into a home. It was warm and cozy, with a small spot to sit, and of course enough counter space to create the most wonderful dishes. The oven was on and the smell of something sweet lingered all around. Jas was rinsing a chopping board when she heard the footfalls approach. The edges of her lips curled, but she didn't turn around just yet.

"Oh, really?" Something very kind or very foolish. From the tone of Ulysses voice she could hear it couldn't have been that foolish. There was no panic. There was that light amusement that popped up whenever he had done something mischievous that he was kind of proud of.

Slowly, she turned to look at him and, indeed, he seemed quite pleased. She, however, shrugged slowly. "I didn't get an invitation." That look on her face - the sheepish, innocent smile - was her way of looking mischievous. "Lucky me."

She turned back to the oven to check on tonight's dessert. "And what are you planning at this lake gathering?"

@oculusmaledictus

[xseen2muchx]

She shrugged her shoulders because of course Jas was right. "I dont think he'd want to talk about that." She admitted quietly, watching the light polish coat her toes. "If he wanted anything like that, he would have told me....I think."

"Have you ever heard of Henri Cartier Bresson? He's the father of candid and street photography-" She knew it was a dumb question; that she was rambling- not many people knew about photographers; even ones that changed the pictures that they looked at every single day of their lives. Every ad, every bill board. She shook her head. "Anyway he pioneered Images à la Sauvette- "The decisive moment" in french. He talks about recognizing and seizing moments that convey deeper truths about life. Being able to recognize timing, framing, light and human composition. And then seizing it."

She looked at Jas, her amber eyes sharper then they usual were, more sure than she probably had been since....well in years. "Don't doubt yourself over time. Recognize your decisive moment."

[worldofsenelfy]

"Well.." Jas tilted her head and considered her next words. Her lips curled up just slightly and she decided to continue. "Have you told him? That you want to get married?" A lot of people thought that they communicated clearly, but the other person was completely in the dark. Will wasn't most people and surely a lot better at reading body language, but he was still a man. Men somehow were completely oblivious to some things.

Kind of a blessing in disguise, wasn't it?

She took a breath. Alex's words made sense. It was just.. "My decisive moments are what makes me doubt myself." She hadn't, after all, made the best choices in the past. Self-undermining choices. Sabotaging choices. That's why she had to go over everything inside her head times twenty before she could decide anything. "Never mind." Quickly, she waved her hand to dismiss what she had said. "It'll be fine. Oh. You should come over sometime. I got this new camomile tea you really should try."

@xseen2muchx

[pyrokineticwarrior]

Deven felt like he knew the answer to his next question, but he decided to ask it anyway.

"Want to come over to my place and see the old reruns of Survivor? We can judge and compare their survival tactics together. That way we have something to do while our dogs play."

@worldofsenelfy

[worldofsenelfy]

Ilyas snorted, followed by a soundless chuckle. What a ridiculous question. Super Boy kept trying, regardless of all the rejection. Maybe, in a way, it was admirable. In other ways, it was just plain stupid. And yet..

Ilyas was smirking, but bit the inside of his cheek as well. He took longer to answer than he usually did, almost as if he was considering. "..okay." Okay? Really? Where was this going? His shoulders bobbed up and down in a light shrug. "Yeah. Sure." This was so ridiculous.. it might even be fun.

@pyrokineticwarrior