I'm really anxious, and I don't really know what I'm doing here. My wife is the reason I'm trying out rping on tumblr, but that means I'm also exceptionally frightened. I will rarely start things my self, and you will need to be upfront, honest and point blank with me. I will not assume anything, and I will be too terrified to ask for things.
Having said that, I am extremely selective. If I soft block you, I am not interested, if you are hard blocked, it's probably a me problem.
I am very restricted in terms of energy so rps may go long periods without a reply, please be kind and patient with me otherwise we won't rp at all.
please make sure your posts are disability friendly as I am disabled and if I can't read it, how am I supposed to rp with you?
Please don't judge my Neuvillette unless asked for.
I am mainly a canon divergent Neuvillette, but I will rp a lot of different things with him if the idea is fun enough
I will likely rp triggering content, I will tag what I can and for anything specific you will have to request it. If I forget one of the usuals, PLEASE let me know, I am trying my best
If I follow you I don't expect a follow back, I just want to see your content. If we are mutuals you are welcome to do stuff with me of course, but you are not expected! Sometimes it's just nice to have rp mutuals around and chill out.
I do not rp NSFW. If I did it certainly would not be on tumblr.
I do rp via discord as well, but due to anxiety I would only give that to people I trust!
I have no expectations other than the usual stuff, like no god modding, no drama...etc
I have no problems with rping with other Neuvillettes (that sounds fun) and OCS but for OCS I will need information on them.
I don't mind if you like or reblog content from me! So go crazy!
"Well, I suppose that's a bonus of being a hydro sovereign." She chuckled, getting up and washing off what bubbles remained.
"Oh, we didn't do your hair." She realized, reaching over to grab shampoo and start working it into his hair while he remained sitting.
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Neuvillette looked at her with a chuckle, shaking his head. “You are only saying that as an excuse to wash my hair,” he replied. “Lady Furina, you don't need to play such games with me if you wish to wash my hair. You are free to do so whenever you wish.”
He couldn't help the slight warmth that reached his cheeks, no doubt stark against his pale white skin. The warmth also settling into his heart. The smallest of things she did was exactly the reason he loved this woman, and sometimes, she was too much of a fool to see it.
He'd once told her that he would love them enough for both of them until she too loved herself, and he had meant it.
“There,” the hydro sovereign said as he adjusted himself in the bath so she could access his hair easier to wash it. Almost offering his head to her like a dog might.
"I'll never forgive you for what you did to my lady. Even if there was some truth to your words, I cannot excuse your actions."
“ I don’t need your forgiveness, Iudex Neuvillette. I am not terribly bothered by the fact you dislike the way I handled things. Nor am I bothered that she suffered for that would be excusing the fact that she cared so little for so long that innocent people suffered at her hand. ” Arlecchino answered, putting her hand up in laissez-faire manner. She was having a tea party with him and surprisingly, his lesser half seemed to be missing.
“ Speaking of, where is your lady? Typically you both are so inseparable I tend to forget that you two are separate beings at all. ” She wondered if she could make him lash out. It is probably the closest she’d seen him to properly angry and now that was a sight to behold.
“ Knowing her, she likely rotting away in some corner, hmm? I’ve heard no one has seen her for a month now since the trial. ”
“I believe your information must be incorrect, lady Arlecchino,” Neuvillette replied and brought his cup of water to his lips. Seemingly unbothered by the fact that she was brutally honest with him. To a degree, he liked that about her. She didn't play games like some rich noble people played, and would rather get straight to the point. However that didn't excuse her behavior towards his love.
“Lady Furina cared very deeply about the people and the suffering that begat them. I'm sure you've heard of the trial," he explained. “Much was revealed during it, and the most important information— the most pertinent to our conversation is that Lady Furina has been a human for 500 years. She had no power besides the curse of immortality placed upon her by her other half, Lady Focalor.”
He looked at her with an intense stare as he said, “Lady Furina has fallen ill, after the trial. She is here, resting and recovering. She will be seen when she wants to be seen. I do not need her at my side at all times to know she is safe here.”
Furina growled playfully as she chomped down on his arm, amused by his futile attempt to dislodge her from his arm. Some of her teeth coming in contact with the scales on his arm — allowing her to alleviate some of the discomfort with the coolness they emitted; much like a teething ring. Which was exactly what she needed — her transformation was still rather early on and because of that her teeth ached terribly. She let go when she was satisfied with the relief.
“ But, Neuvi… Your scales feel the best against my teeth… They hurt and ache. ” She whined much like a puppy would when they were destroying some cords. She reached up to her jaw and winced.
“ Why did you have to change me… Now my teeth hurt and it’s all your fault. ” She puffed out her lip and crossed her arms — she wasn’t truly upset, her tail flicking back and forth rather than thrashing as it would otherwise.
“You know it was not my choice, my lady,” he replied with a sigh. “If I had known what it would do…” The hydro sovereign trailed off. Would he have done things differently? No… she would have died if he hadn't shared a portion of himself with her.
She didn't deserve to die, and frankly, Neuvillette wasn't sure that he could handle losing her.
He sighed again, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Perhaps we should look into some alternatives to your pain. Sigewinne may know more,” the man suggested.
Neuvillette glances to Furina in confusion and curiosity. "My lady, is now the best time to be... biting me?"
He shakes his arm which Furina has attached herself to like dog who refuses to let go of their chew toy. A deep frown on his lips, and he sighs deeply. He had gotten used to these antics long ago, but sometimes she still managed to surprise him.
affirmations they will not kill me at work today. it is not in my job description to get killed. if they did kill me at work that would be weird and probably not worth it for them
"Don't make me hate you just so i can let you go," Neuvillette said. Frustrated that Furina, after everything they've been through together, would now try to turn him against her. "You're not making things easier for either of us, my lady."
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes, it's true, you are a human now and mortal. You will one day die, and I will lament your loss. But I would rather have lived loving you while I can than to live the rest of my life in despair of what could have been."
Furina grit her teeth uncomfortably — her hands repetitively running through her hair as if she hadn’t touched it in millennia. She couldn’t satisfy the whirlwind within her head and his words weren’t making it better. In fact, he was making it so much worse.
“ Shut up! You think I don’t know that? You think that I don’t know that I’m going to die someday soon and what — you’ll cry for a hundred years and forget me? ” Her eyes clouded with emotion as her nose started running and tears streamed down her face as she sobbed.
“ At-at least if you hate me, then I can free myself from this — ” She grabbed at her chest over and over, crumpling her shirt tightly again and again. “ — this… feeling! ” She yelled, starting to tug on her hair again as she itched to run.
No, she couldn’t run, that was why they were here, because she couldn’t stop running.
It didn’t stop Furina from scanning the exits before anxiously looking back at him — miserable, but resigned to her fate. They had to have this conversation, because it couldn’t wait any longer, could it?
“ Don’t talk about my death like that, I-I don’t. I don’t want to think about it. ” She grew quieter with each word, hiding her face behind her hands and hair.
“ I don’t… I don’t understand you. How… ” Her voice cracked with great pain that she couldn’t put together. Furina didn’t know how to explain it to him—it felt like he never understood, no matter how much she tried, he never seemed to understand.
“ Just get away from me. ” She growled. Her feet betrayed her thoughts about leaving—her instincts crawling with need to run and so she tried to… She tried to run away yet again.
Neuvillette listened, as he always did, as he always would. He could not pretend to understand Furina, especially not now, but that never stopped him from trying.
He moved closer to her with each sentence, hearing her words and processing them. Was she scared of her own death? That would make the most logical sense, she was now faced with the fact she had less time than she thought.
She tried to run, but he gently grabbed her arm; keeping her in place. "Please, Furina, don't run," he whispered softly. His facial features softening as well. "I want to understand. Help me understand."
"You once taught me that the best skill in any relationship one could have is communication, so here we are trying to communicate. I want to meet you at your level, but I don't know how, so help me. Please," he begged her.
He knew her heart hurt, but didn't know how to fix it. He knew she wanted to run, but that never worked. He knew a lot of things about her, and yet none of that could fix the problem he currently faced. Only Furina could help him now.
Tears started to break free from her eyes — the way he stared at her with care no matter how little he understood brought too much to the surface. All the people that didn’t understand or didn’t care to. It was always her fault and she didn’t move as she felt his hand take her arm. She closed her eyes in attempt to stave the tears off, but they were building too much. The former Archon felt her teeth digging into her lip, deeper and deeper.
Furina wanted even more to escape. That please kept her planted and forced her eyes back open to connect eyes with his own. She was trying to keep herself from devolving into a crying mess — to do as he requested — communicate. All she could do was worry that she would say the wrong thing like every time they were on trial ; where she would continue to make a great fool out of herself.
“ Would saying anything make a difference? Would trying to fix this mean anything in the end ? It doesn’t change the fact that I failed. That I couldn’t play my part — I’m a miserable incapable actor and I fucked everything up. ” She whimpered, her hands coming back up to her eyes to wipe away as many tears as she could manage.
“ Let me leave. I need, I need to be free from Fontaine, I mean… I — I mean. ” She kept her head level despite her want to curl up into a dense ball.
“ I can’t be here. Everything reminds me of how much I failed. How much I — ” She shook her head, but she made no attempt to remove his hand from her arm.
“ I don’t ... think this can work . All I am good at is running away. ” She attempted to pull away once more , weakly.
Neuvillette frowned at her words. How could she possibly think that it was her fault? How could she possibly think she failed?
He let go of her, and sighed. "My lady...," he started to say, pausing for a quick second before continuing, " Furina, I won't stop you from leaving Fontaine, but at least give me this moment of time."
His lilac eyes softened. "You did not fail Fontaine. You did everything you could with what you had; surviving as a human for hundreds of years and unable to share in that torment. Forced to play a role you never asked for and to stop a burden that was never yours to stop."
"It wasn't you that failed, it was I. I failed you, my lady. To see the struggle you have gone through, to see the pain that lied behind your mask. if I had known, I would have done more. I would have.... lessened your burden somehow."
