26 Oct 2022, 04:38
Faerietale Endings
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To be fair walking in a fancy, fitting dress is not the same as school robes, Skraele is a little late despite hurrying. The dark pine, elegant lace and crochet evokes images of a fae creature venturing beyond a grove. She can't hurry so much that the momentum musses scarlet hair which still looks a mess, a painstakingly and meticulously shaped mess. Autumn leaves, fading from red, purple, and yellow, float seamless and unobtrusive throughout. Heavy black lines her eyes and extends into swirling rose briars, reflective diamonds in place of buds, while a light layer of black colors lips.
The Hufflepuff feels some relief as others dressed up, costumed or otherwise, are still filing along and after having an opportunity to pick out dresses with friends helped. However, the affair, having an airy and foreign feel to her, leaves her with some trepidation. Hopefully, but unlikely, she can enter and leave without creating a debacle.
As is fitting, she arrives just in time to watch indigo blue and curlicues disappear inside. She wiggles her way past the throng, too intent to on catching up to gawk to be intimidated. The redhead fae girl stumbles alongside the other two and dons a wide grin with a quirk of her head. "Dia Daoibh, ladies! Ya wear those bett'r than the models! What'd I miss?" She offers a cheeky wink and raised brow before glancing around.
Interacting: @Beatrice Langstreth | @Monica Evans | Open to others
«Seer» STA: «7» EVA: «7» STR: «4» WIS: «6» ARC: «6» ACC: «5»
~±~It is a sign of contraction of the mind when it is content, or of weariness. A spirited mind never stops within itself;
it is always aspiring and going beyond its strength.~±~
26 Oct 2022, 04:43
Faerietale Endings
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"Italiano. Italian."
"Russian."
\ Fingerless Glove on Right Hand /
| Lichtenberg Figure on Right Arm and Down Back |Valetin Schnell & Johannes Sauer
@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood & @Astrea Soleil Neptune"Rogue niffler indeed, Val, geez!" I exclaim sharply before I take note of the sudden alteration in his eyes, the look of something almost like shame in them. Aw geez, don't give me those eyes. Piérre used to give me those eyes all the damn time whenever he did something that he knew was wrong or childish. He always seemed to think that giving me puppy eyes was always going to somehow soften my heart and make it so that I would be less angry with him.
And he was usually right. I was a huge softie for those eyes. Even if I did get mad at him, it was never for longer than a few minutes at a time, and I usually tried to forgive him for whatever misdemeanor that he had performed against me; from stealing my things (aha, there was the parallel, all right) all the way to straight up bashing me in the nose when an excited swing of his got out of hand. It never lasted long, anyways, the "borrowing" of my things or the intensity of the injuries that he inflicted on me. It was just childish fun. He was having fun; I was having fun with him.
"I_ Val, it's not a big deal, but..." I try to explain. "It's just... expensive." I hissed to him quietly. "You realize I would repay all of this if it did get lost. I'd be working for you and your family for probably twenty years just to earn back half of it!" I joked, listening quietly as he continued and turning the hobby horse in my hands. Man... aerial jousting... now wouldn't that be a treat? My eyes meet his as he speaks of the lake again, my grip tightening on the Firebolt only a smidge. A small guilty part of me remembered my Moontrimmer, how much it had suffered that day; how much their human riders had suffered that day. I missed that trusty little broom... the poor little thing gathering dust in my extendable trunk... Maddie's late birthday present for Piérre and I...
I wonder if Piérre still used his broom at all... he seemed to have drifted away from Quidditch just as I was reigniting my interest in it.
Valetin spoke about my costume, and I nervously rubbed the back of my neck. "Ah, well... you know... it's functional. I'm certain I can ask Durmstrang's faculty for a new suit... or I could get my own if I... don't... stop growing..." Me and these growth spurts... they really were something, weren't they? "Y-You don't really have to go through any more trouble on my behalf, Val. Really. Just... try to think of yourself as well sometimes. You push so hard for everyone else... but I have rarely seen you just... reach out and take something for yourself." I confessed quietly. "Y'know, the giver needs to be given something now and again... otherwise he gets sucked dry." A ghost of a smile. "And then he can't help anyone." I put a hand on his shoulder. "You deserve that much, Hell Chaser. A break, something given to you... I know that I need one sometimes."
Brushing the flowers again, I nod along with Val's assessments. "Local woods huh? Shrubby tree, different blossoms...? Couldn't be..." That narrowed things down a bit. "A sort of blackthorn, could it?" I muse aloud. I test the thorn with a finger again. Certainly would align with the odd thorns and the more dun expression of the branches.
I let out an amused hum at Val's experience with Rose Red and Snow White. "Ach, well, I suppose he wouldn't be completely wrong calling you that. You are quite the white rose, after all." I cross my arms, looking down at him with a playfully crooked look. "And hey, bears are cool. What's wrong with that?" Another light smile. I glance towards the bush again, testing the thickness of a branch with minor pinching and prodding. "I wonder... if I could just... snap a little bit of it off... For research, of course." I cover quickly, though I did wonder if this shrub would be quality enough wood for wandmaking. It looked sturdy, healthy... perhaps a blending of rose and blackthorn wood would make for a most curious combination. Take the personalities of the both of them, hybridize them into something new and handsome.
Ah, now I was trying to perform mental experiments. Typical.
Val diverts my attention to them, and I release the branch, focusing on him once more. "Yes Val?" He runs off a bit and I flush a bit, confused at what aspect of "wait a second" he had meant. "Ah, oops. Yes, don't worry about it!"
Goodness gracious, that bolt of lightning and his unceasing energy... God I wished I could have that energy and speed. As it were, I was built strongly and generally... dense... but that build had its own benefits, I supposed. Speed suited Valetin much better, just as being built tough corresponded well with myself. He danced about the field, I simply drifted, making my way to the places I was needed in my own time. I got the job done nonetheless. Didn't matter how long it would take... I would get there. It was just a matter of time.
"Welcome back, Val!" I joked. "I see you giving things again." I gently flicked one of his rabbit ears. "Stop it! Keep something for yourself for once!"
But my words died as I beheld the scabbard and its sword. What... in the...
Well, at least it was peacetied. Otherwise we might have been booted out right then and there.
I was... being knighted?
"Val, you can't be ser-"
But I listened to his words anyways, my eyes creasing in thought at his words. Valetin... really meant this, didn't he?
I didn't... really buy into the whole action of the knighting... but I did know the historical significance, and I was more than aware that knighting was still a common practice even today, especially in England and the UK.
But Val... he had been giving so much. Far too much.
"Here you go giving again..." I murmur, half shy and half reminding. "Giving and gifting... and I have nothing to give back... if not my services to you." A shift of my weight from one foot to the other, before finally acquiescing to Valetin's shorter stature and taking a single knee before him and the sword. My eyes never waver from him. "On one condition. If I am the free knight, a cavaliere libero, then I pledge my first services to you. For once, I must give, and you must receive. Without returns." My eyes are cold. "Without 'giving back' what I give to you. These are my terms."
So long as Valetin recognized my terms as well, I would permit him to complete the ceremony.
Not too long after this, Johan strutted over... all... Mad Hattery. I try to hold back a snort, but fail fantastically. The Sauer saunter, the disregarding apple, the casual greeting... It was perfect. "Jojo! Good to see you, my star Keeper!" Though we had had some rougher patches insofar as our interactions of the patch, I found Jojo to be a rather steadfast individual; good heart, exceptionally loyal, and part of the Horde. That, the final mention, was the way in which I was able to get to know him better and how I had found an appreciation for his character and his person.
But... the moment he began speaking in what appeared to be cryptic code, my smile fades and I glance between them with a new 'motherly' look. "What are you two planning." I state deadpan. Not a question. "What is so secretive you feel like you have to speak in code." Of course mischief was in the works. Who was I to think that there wouldn't eventually be.
It was just like trying to deal with my brother all over again. "I certainly hope that it doesn't involve... bludgers?" I recalled a certain detail that my twin mentioned at a secretive ball of years past that he had attended. "I'd rather not be accused of assault, thank you. And I don't really think either of you want that either?" I quirk a brow and glance between the two of them suspiciously. I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. "I don't know why I try to stop any of you anyways, but I suppose it never hurts to keep trying, right?"
Definition of insanity, son.
Instead, I worried myself with selecting the perfect part of the blackthorn/rose bush and would attempt to snap it off at a decent length that would give it the proper width for a wand. I was most assuredly going to do some studying after tonight.Action: Receiving the Knighthood & Peacetied Sword from Valetin, Interacting w/Val & Johan, Trying to Break off a Thicker Part of the Rose/Blackthorn BushReducio
Ω Stamina 9 | Strength 15 | Evasion 7 Ω
Ω Wisdom 9 | Accuracy 15 | ArcPower 0 ΩAbilities:
Ω Obnoxiously Strong | Perfectionist I | Martial Artist | Healing Sage I ΩItems:Wand, "Hobby-Horse" Firebolt ("Steed"), Peacetied Italian Longsword
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26 Oct 2022, 04:43
Faerietale Endings
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Aida was just about to turn towards the petting zoo to follow the command of the Undead King when, tossing a curtain of flowing white hair over one shoulder, an animal instinct stopped everything. It was something in the air, like a familiar smell. Kind of like a cat, and maybe a little like… Aida looked back at the ugly duckling area (where they had already been standing) and spotted a warp, as if catching a ripple in the fabric of space-time. It was quite like the wix’s own invisibility cloak, but it was so hard to tell without looking closer… Bending over to look at it, Aida was shocked to see a hand slipping out of thin air to place a sign nearby.
This isn’t… is this your doing, my liege? Aida wondered, but the Undead King remained silent. Never able to leave a mystery be, Aida took in a great big lungful of air and sang out with twinkling soprano, in C, E, and G:
“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!”
How could the wix know, completely unawares and absorbed with the enigma, that there was a ruthless faerie coming in with a sucker punch aimed directly at Aida’s pearly face? This obliviousness made the swan maiden completely unable to dodge, and the blow yeeted Aida directly at the phenomenon they’d been observing. It wasn’t as if Aida knew to respond to the title of “cottonball,” nor did Aida really understand what it was like to be Yeetham, so such warnings went unheeded as irrelevant.
However Aida landed [note: really hates any kind of blow to the head], Aida grasped for some kind of hold on the environment and squinted. A bit delirious from being caught off-guard on an already strange evening, Aida scowled with annoyance but tried to understand what was so disturbing the faerie. Maybe it had been an accident?
“Your Yeetman? What is that?
Even after getting launched, Aida couldn’t help but want to help the creature that was so clearly desperate to find something, or someone, important.
“Shirtless… in this weather? With a 12-pack? Is that, like, a waiter handing out beer?” Despite Aida’s wizardborn bloodline, Aida grew up surrounded by the trappings of an alcoholic squib foster parent.
Then, finally, a sharp jab in the spine pushed Aida to look around at whatever it was that broke the white mage’s fall.
Other thread post is halted and in a state of existential limbo (à la Schrödinger's cat);
anything can happen!!
This thread’s Aida Forecast: 99% chance of chaos
Reducio
Action: Calling out ‘Beetlejuice’ and falling towards the strange rippling phenomenon suspected to be an invisibility cloak [26]
Open to interaction.
Inventory: a folding scrimshaw pocket knife, a phoenix tear necklace [decorative/ sentimental/ plot device use only] given by Ileen Knight, a string of pearls in one pocket wrapped around an old and battered letter, one blue handkerchief (given by Pericles Dralt), a badger skull death whistle (keepsake from Alexander Varellion), and a chestnut wand (gift from Valentin Schnell)
Accompanying: Scheherazade, smol desert tawny owl with eyes the color of fire
Wand: Chestnut, Phoenix Feather, 26,6 cm, Whippy; "Ancient, ideal for magizoology, has a will of its own, showy, prone to giving away tells"– details
Stamina 10 ✵ Evasion 12 ✵ Strength 1 ✵ Wisdom 10 ✵ Arc Power 10 ✵ Accuracy 12
Blindvision, Sixth Sense, Beast Master, Wandmaker; Ency
@Erin Ryan
26 Oct 2022, 18:57
Faerietale Endings
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love me some aliteration heheh【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】Gem took a deep, shaky breath. The crowd of people had been intriguing at first, but now it was suffocating. She began to wade through the masses, look in vain for any familiar face. Why did Hogwarts have to have so many students? Not to mention all the foreign guests. She was starting to feel a bit light headed.
Someone smacked straight into her from behind. Gem squeaked. She froze in place. Biting her lip, she finally turned around, ever so slowly. Upon seeing the person's face, she sighed in relief.
"Oh. It's just you, Col."
Her Slytherin friend was clad in an impressive green-lined cloak. Gem paused, eyes running over his ball attire. His blonde hair was partly gathered in a loose knot atop his head, and with good old Uhuu perched majestically on his shoulder, he looked like--
"A prince," Gem said, grinning widely. "You look like a prince, Collie. I think this is the first time I've seen you so dressed up! It looks good on you, mate." He looked taller since the last time they'd seen each other, and older, too. Sadder, even. Her heart ached slightly as she stepped back, but she wasn't sure if it was out of pride or sympathy.
He gave her a compliment of his own, then. Gem blushed and ran a hesitant hand through her simply styled hair. Right. They were here to have fun tonight, weren't they?
"Thank you. The Snow Queen is one of my favorite fairy tales, so I hope I did it justice. Oh! And I have this, too." Gem produced a handful of something from the folds of her dress. She held up her palm and blew softly.
Suddenly, a shower of shining snowflakes sprayed into the space between them. Gem giggled as most of them found a home in both her and Colin's hair. "There's some sparkles for your outfit," she joked. (Glitter was going to be all over her room for weeks-- oh well.) "I doubt that anyone's 'looking for his Snow Queen', though. I'm sort of boring compared to everyone else."
Her smile waned and flickered. "Ah... Never mind me. Who are you here with?"
Gem cleared her throat, sighed, and tried to assume a teasing smirk. "Or are you looking for anyone in particular? Maybe a certain Ravenclaw? Perhaps I could be of service."【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】
| @Colin McCoire | @Clair Fernandez |Action: Found a friend! One of them, at least...
Stamina: 7 ✧ Evasion: 7 ✧ Strength: 5 ✧
Wisdom: 8 ✧ Arcane Power: 5 ✧ Accuracy: 8
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Calming Prescence
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"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
26 Oct 2022, 20:12
Faerietale Endings
Athena looked up from the pretty decorations floating in the fountain when she heard a shout.
"Athena!" It was Kayla. Athena sighed in relief and quickly walked up to her. She was holding hands with a boy. She didn't know him, though she had seen him in class before.
"Hey, you look nice!" Kayla told her, smiling. Athena chuckled.
"Well, I tried at least, you look beautiful though! That dress is wonderful!" Kayla let go of the boys hand and intoduced him to her. He looked pretty regular, average height, black hair and brown eyes.
"You two don't know each other, do you? Athena, this is Nico; Nico, this is Athena," Kayla exclaimed. Athena smiled slightly. She wasn't very good with people, but she could atleast be polite.
"Hello Nico! I like your clothes, they look really nice!" Then she blushed. Seriously!? She was so embarassed, she didn't even know why she was blushing, and this was not the right time! She tried to hide it by scratching her cheeks.
"It's getting a bit cold, doesn' it?" she asked, hoping that they was going to think that it was the cold that made her cheeks red. She hoped noone had noticed her social incompetence and tried to brush it off.
"Sooo, how are you two gonna spend the evening?I'm was gonna go to the petting zoo after this, they apparently had some really cool animals there!" She was actually really excited for that, she loved animals! Except spiders, she hated spiders.
Action: Talking with @Kayla Realma and @Nico Cirillo
"Athena!" It was Kayla. Athena sighed in relief and quickly walked up to her. She was holding hands with a boy. She didn't know him, though she had seen him in class before.
"Hey, you look nice!" Kayla told her, smiling. Athena chuckled.
"Well, I tried at least, you look beautiful though! That dress is wonderful!" Kayla let go of the boys hand and intoduced him to her. He looked pretty regular, average height, black hair and brown eyes.
"You two don't know each other, do you? Athena, this is Nico; Nico, this is Athena," Kayla exclaimed. Athena smiled slightly. She wasn't very good with people, but she could atleast be polite.
"Hello Nico! I like your clothes, they look really nice!" Then she blushed. Seriously!? She was so embarassed, she didn't even know why she was blushing, and this was not the right time! She tried to hide it by scratching her cheeks.
"It's getting a bit cold, doesn' it?" she asked, hoping that they was going to think that it was the cold that made her cheeks red. She hoped noone had noticed her social incompetence and tried to brush it off.
"Sooo, how are you two gonna spend the evening?I'm was gonna go to the petting zoo after this, they apparently had some really cool animals there!" She was actually really excited for that, she loved animals! Except spiders, she hated spiders.
Action: Talking with @Kayla Realma and @Nico Cirillo
26 Oct 2022, 20:29
Faerietale Endings
"The decorations are quite amazing," he agreed, and his stomach rumbled. "I would like some food, and then perhaps some dancing? The music is nice. Ethereal." He smiled, leading Bailey over to the table, trying his best to ignore the commotion from the rest of the people there. Tonight was a night for friends, for fun. Hopefully, he'll be able to get closer to Bailey! She was a very nice individual, after all. He drew in a breath, savoring the rich smells of the soups and pies on the table. "What is your favourite faerietale?" He offered her a plate, taking one for himself and ladling some stew onto his. "I believe one of mine would be Snow White and Rose Red, by the Brothers Grimm, or perhaps The Little Mermaid, by Hans Christian Andersen- I just love old stories. They're a portal to a different time, a different world." He took a small pie, beckoning Bailey over to a table. "Stories are portals to the mind of another, I believe- I mean, these people had ideas and decided to share them, instead of keeping them all to themselves! It's honestly amazing that these stories have stood the test of time, don't you think?"
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mentions- @Bailey Glade
mentions- @Bailey Glade
26 Oct 2022, 20:49
Faerietale Endings
ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ's ᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ:
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ:(ʙʟᴀɴᴋ)
ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ: (ʙʟᴀɴᴋ)
ᴡᴄ: (ʙʟᴀɴᴋ)
Permission to act as Reena Delgado's character given through Discord.
"Dove, I should really just leave."
Wait, what? Dove smiled politely. "Sure, uh, do you not feel well? I can come back with you if you need... We can keep talking!"
"Dove, no!... I feel like it'd be better if you stayed here. Or go back to your dorm... Just please don't come with me. This obviously isn't going anywhere."
Dove felt like her heart was being shattered. What? But Dove thought they were having fun just talking! Just a moment ago they had been chatting and laughing about someone's ridiculous-looking costume. But she'd respect it!
...Now that she thought about it..
Reena had been acting just a little bit standoffish the entire time.
Obviously nothing serious, or else she would have checked in on her!... Right? She cared enough, right?
"You're right. But I did want to ask you something before you-"
"I know you wanted to ask me out tonight. And you're a great person, don't get me wrong! Just... I feel like we wouldn't work together. You know?"
Dove stared down at the polished stone bricks paving the way in the middle of the Courtyard up to the snack table, where they were at. She paused for a long time, before...
"Yeah. I think so... See you later, Reena."
She watched Reena's velvet dress disappear around the corridor, defeated.
Reducio
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ:(ʙʟᴀɴᴋ) ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ: (ʙʟᴀɴᴋ) ᴡᴄ: (ʙʟᴀɴᴋ)Permission to act as Reena Delgado's character given through Discord.
"Dove, I should really just leave."
Wait, what? Dove smiled politely. "Sure, uh, do you not feel well? I can come back with you if you need... We can keep talking!"
"Dove, no!... I feel like it'd be better if you stayed here. Or go back to your dorm... Just please don't come with me. This obviously isn't going anywhere."
Dove felt like her heart was being shattered. What? But Dove thought they were having fun just talking! Just a moment ago they had been chatting and laughing about someone's ridiculous-looking costume. But she'd respect it!
...Now that she thought about it..
Reena had been acting just a little bit standoffish the entire time.
Obviously nothing serious, or else she would have checked in on her!... Right? She cared enough, right?
"You're right. But I did want to ask you something before you-"
"I know you wanted to ask me out tonight. And you're a great person, don't get me wrong! Just... I feel like we wouldn't work together. You know?"
Dove stared down at the polished stone bricks paving the way in the middle of the Courtyard up to the snack table, where they were at. She paused for a long time, before...
"Yeah. I think so... See you later, Reena."
She watched Reena's velvet dress disappear around the corridor, defeated.
26 Oct 2022, 20:50
Faerietale Endings
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There was no need to blush or demur over Raul's compliment. Soraia knew that she looked absolutely lovely. She worked hard to put on the best presentation whenever she knew she'd be someone 'important'. Despite not having a champion (A choice she still couldn't quite understand or forgive), Soso knew that Castelobruxo was a school worth standing proudly for. So she did it in her own way. The brunette grinned, stepping away from him to do a small twirl. The bright red fabric swirled lightly around her ankles as she spoke. ❛ Você acha? Obrigado. Eu sei agora que você é alguém de bom gosto. ❜ "Do you think so? Thank you. I now know you are someone of taste."
Her companion told her that he didn't speak English after pressing a kiss to her hand and she eagerly switched completely to Portuguese, doing her best to be accommodating and conversational. He was right. It wasn't as beautiful as Portuguese but it felt rude to agree -- especially considering she had approached him with English first. ❛ Eu concordo. Um tema maravilhoso. Todo mundo parece tão feliz. ❜ "I do agree. A wonderful theme. Everyone looks so happy." Soraia didn't understand what he meant about 'characters'. Everyone -- besides the big brute that had seemingly caused chaos at the feast -- looked perfectly suitable. Still, she smiled and nodded along, playing the perfect part of 'companion'. The goblet in her hand felt warm to her tough and she shifted it into her other hand for a moment, only sparing it a glance when another arrival snagged her attention.
It was yet another Castelobruxo student -- one she'd seen and sat near during the feast. The girl approached and Soraia happily made space for her, enjoying the fact that they all seemed to find one another in a crowd. She could tell that Agata was speaking Spanish and Soraia had to force herself to pay attention so that she could respond. ❛ Olá, Ágata. Eu sou Soraia. Soraia Sampaio. ❜ "Hello, Agata. I'm Soraia. Soraia Sampaio." The third year received another compliment about her dress and this time, she laughed softly, waving her hand as if she didn't desire the appreciation. ❛ Por favor. Eu aprecio muito mais o seu vestido. É lindo. Você está se divertindo? ❜ "Please. I appreciate your dress much more. It's beautiful. Are you having fun?"
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ReducioWORD COUNT: 357
ACTIONS: soraia makes conversation with agata and raul.
STATS: ST • 9 | EV • 8 | STR • 4 | WI • 9 | AR • 5 | AC • 10
ABILITIES: advanced casting, comprehend languages, & spell spread
code by Lucia Fox
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26 Oct 2022, 21:32
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Marveling at all the decoration and everything, Lloyd was in awe. It was way different than the Halloween parties he went to at home, with his muggle friends.French
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Wow… this is great!!! Is Hogwarts always so … decorated? he wondered.
Glancing at his date, he smiled wider.
Eloise seemed to watch him as he marveled at everything.
Does… does she not want to be here? Lloyd wondered, his spirits dropping.
When she accepted his offer, he smiled, inwardly vowing to make her happy and make it so that she could have a good time.
Grabbing Eloise’s hand in his, he placed a hand in her hip, and started a waltz. They both knew how to dance, and had often practiced together.
Twirling his date around, Lloyd was in love. It was clear to anyone, he was head over heels for this girl. And as so, he was worried. Not because he was in love, but because Eloise felt… off.
“My darling…” Lloyd started, still in English. “Are you okay? Do you feel all right? You don’t seem too… excited to be here? If you want to go.. take sneak or something, I would be more than willing to accompany you.!”
Smiling, he furrowed his brow, awaiting her reply.@Astoria Swann as her iNPC Eloise Duciel
we are all born beautiful. it is a tragedy we are convinced that we are not”
iNPC: Lloyd Matthews Thomas
Main account: Bailey Glade
26 Oct 2022, 21:47
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we are all born beautiful. it is a tragedy we are convinced that we are not”
iNPC: Lloyd Matthews Thomas
Main account: Bailey Glade