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@loopylin. IKR!? i LOVE redemption arcs!!!! <3333
Reuben
āIām Eddie. Could you help me find my sister?ā
Reuben quickly nodded, remembering the girl he had helped, who had begged someone to help her sister, Eddie, who Reuben was now meeting. “We can help you…right, Jakob?”
Jakob nodded. “Sure…and maybe we’ll find the others too…and maybe some of the others we met.”
Reuben nodded in agreement, before giving Eddie a soft smile. “…Do you know where we should start looking…?”
@keilah
Whenever you want to add your character is cool! Also I can’t think of any blue-skinned Star-Wars characters other than Thrawn and Cad Bane, is it someone else?
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@freedomwriter76
OMG!!! I just read your last RP of Dietrich’s and that was SO SAD AND SWEET AND JUST AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
The empty tree house that used to be filled with laughter and love….Girl!!!! You’re tearing me up ššš!!
I love your books <3
#HugRikerSquad
@freedomwriter76 UUUUGGGGHHHHH DIETRICH!!! ADOLPHUS!!
whatās so sad is, Ik it wonāt work with the timeline but now I want the other boys to find out their being abused tooā¦.
gahā¦.!
STUPID FRIDA AND FELIX!!
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76Ā @godlyfantasy12
RIKER! NOVEMBER! Neither of you are mistakes or worthless! *Sniffles into handkerchief*
(Zlatan has been pushing himself way farther than the healer would ever approve, and he just went through a stressful situation where his adrenalin and blood pressure would have spiked, which is not good for someone with a low blood count. I just realized that would have consequences.)
Zlatan
“I’m fine.” How descriptive. How completely false. November was obviously injured–Zlatan had seen the burns–and his breath was short and raspy as if it hurt to draw breath. Had he scorched his lungs? Zlatan’s brow furrowed slightly.
Yet each step he took was growing harder, the weight on his shoulders screaming fire down his back. It was difficult to breathe through the pain. He forced it into a trunk and settled all his will power against it, but still his head grew lighter. Black fingers laced the corners of his vision.
No. Not now.
He blinked the darkness back to see a stairwell before him. Lifting a foot, he set it carefully on the stair. Pain stabbed his shoulders and back.
The world spun. For a moment he wasn’t sure if he was helping November, or November him.
“Halt!” Zlatan felt more than saw the other two start at his barked command. He tried again in a softer voice. Maybe too soft.Ā “It’s time for a rest.”
Riker and he eased November to the bottom step. Then Zlatan leaned against the wall, but the contact infuriated his back all over again.
The black fingers closed in. He tried to push them back. Can’t fight them this time.
He drew his knees up to his chest and leaned forward. Through the fog two sets of blue eyes stared back at him, one dark one light. Both…confused?
“I’ll…” The words wouldn’t come. “…be…fine.”
He let his head drop into his folded arms as the world went dark.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork@koshka ZLATAN NOOOO!! š November is NOT going to be happyā¦ @freedomwriter76
November
Zlatanās head dropped into his arms, his shoulders falling as well as his stiff body relaxed.
āZlatan!ā November cried, unable now to keep the emotion that had been welling up from bubbling out. He reached out and grab the young man, keeping him from falling over, despite the intense pain it brought to his own body.
He gently set Zlatan against the wall, blinking away the sudden tears in his eyes. He turned to Riker.
āWh-whatās wrong with him?!ā
Only one thought ran through his mindā¦
Oneā¦horrible thoughtā¦
Had he hurt him? Had he burned him, without realizing it? Had Riker and Zlatan not told him? For fear ofā¦of upsetting him? Orā¦maybe Riker didnāt knowā¦
Rikerās eyes were just as wide, face pale. He shook his head, coming over next to two. He kneeled down.
āIā¦I donāt knowā¦ā
November gasped, chest constricting. He stared at Zlatanās ashen face, his eyes dancing behind closed lids. The dark-haired man twitched, making November wince at the sight.
āDid Iā¦? Iā¦ā
āNo.ā Riker said firmly. November met his eyes, finding they were harder then usual. He wasnāt leaving any room for argument. āYou didnāt do anything.ā
āB-But-ā Novemberās breath hitched, lungs raspy. He heaved, feeling sick.
If heād hurt Zlatanā¦heā¦he didnāt know what heād doā¦
A gentle but firm hand gripped his shoulder, anchoring him to the ground. He didnāt even care that it stung. He needed the touchā¦needed something to hold him steady.
āYou. Didnāt. Do. Anything. Alright?ā Riker said, making sure November was looking at him.
November pinched his lips shut, not sure of that was true, but nodded. He looked back at the unconscious Zlatan.
He didnāt see any burn marksā¦no sign of injury caused by flameā¦
November relaxed slightly.
But that didnāt mean he hadnāt caused thisā¦
Maybe the stress was too muchā¦orā¦orā¦
He closed his eyes tight. He couldnāt think about that.
It only made him nauseous.
āWhy donāt you go sit down?ā Riker said softly. November shook his head. āHeāll be alrightā¦you need to calm down.ā
November blinked, realizing he was shaking. Slowly, he nodded, crawling as gently as he could over to the opposite wall, pulling his knees to his chest.
He winced at the pain, but it didnāt compare to the burning inside. The pain and guilt in his chest. The sickness twisting in his stomach. The fire in his lungs.
He laid his head on his knees, allowing silent tears to fall.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebUgh these last few RPs have been soā¦
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My poor baby November. He really wears his heart on his sleeveā¦.he just cares so much for othersā¦.
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76
Arabella
Ara knelt down in front of Leo, wincing as he did. She pinched her lips in empathy, nearly able to feel his pain. She shook her head, gently lifting his shirt where the wound was.
She let out a small gasp at the sight, tears forming in her eyes. She met the young manās. He offered a small smile, but she could see the pain reflecting in his eyes.
āIām okayā¦reallyā¦it justā¦hurts a littleā¦ā
Ara stared at him in awe, returning his smile a bit. She knew so many just like himā¦
Brave. Strong. Willing to endure.
She set her hands in her lap. āI donāt believe you.ā She stated. He raised a brow. She continued, āI know too many strong people who say those kinds of things, when the exact oppositeās true.ā
The young man, Leo, flushed a bit pink. He looked away, what looked like shame filling his features. āIāmā¦not as strong as you might think.ā
More tears formed in Araās eyes.
Another sign.
Most people would never fully recognize how wonderful they truly were, all because of the ones they grew up around.
She winced, only hoping she could help her own friendsā¦
She offered a small smile, shaking her head. āI donāt believe that for a moment either.ā She turned her attention to her dress, taking a large piece from the bottom and quickly tearing it.
Leo looked at her with wide eyes. āWhat ar-!ā
āIāve had to do this quite a few times for my friends,ā she replied, taking the strips of her dress and ripping them into even smaller pieces, forming makeshift bandages.
She noticed from the corner of her eye the two women coming to sit closer, probably to keep an eye on things. They scowled are the sight of her now torn dress, but she didnāt care.
After laying the strips of fabric aside she turned back to Leo, eyes furrowed. āIā¦I canāt do much. Iām sorryā¦youāre going to need real help soon. But I can try to clean it as best I canā¦ā
Leo nodded.
Ara turned, facing the strangers behind her.
āDo any of you have any water?ā
āNot that we can spare,ā one of the women scoffed. Ara met her gaze, eyes narrowing. She turned instead to the man who seemed in charge.
The man huffed, āDo you really need it?ā
Araās fists clenched at the question, but she tried to keep her voice as steady as possible.
āThe wound needs to be cleaned. While water wonāt do everything, it will at least help a bit.ā
The man, Felix let out a gruff sigh, before removing a pack of his waist (Idk if he has water or not but I just needed some real quick lol) He tossed it to her.
She caught it effortlessly, nodding her thanks.
She turned back to Leo, eyes softening.
āThis is going to sting, I wonāt lieā¦ā she said.
Leo shrugged. āCanāt be any worse then right now,ā he chuckled.
And with that, Ara began to clean the wound to the best of her ability, afterwards wrapping him in her makeshift bandages.
She smiled as Leo let out a soft, contented sigh.
She glanced behind her, noticing the womenās attention was off them for a moment.
She shook the flask of water. āThereās still some leftā¦do you want some?ā She whispered.
Leo blinked, glancing at the group. Then, slowly nodded. Ara gave him the last to drink, before closing the flask.
āThank youā¦ā He whispered. Ara nodded.
āNo need,ā she replied. She glanced behind her again. āIā¦Iām sorry. That youā¦have to deal with this.ā Ā She made sure her voice was low enough for only him to hear.
Leo looked away for a moment.
āYou shouldnāt stayā¦ā
Leo looked up, a brow raised, a small smile on his lips. She tilted her head, a bit confused.
Why was he smiling?
āYour name isā¦Arabellaā¦right?ā
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebBtw it was Ara saying Leo shouldnāt stay
and I have a feeling sheās gonna point out that Adolphus and Dietrich are probably being mistreated too
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebUgh. November, it’s not your fault! *Sniffle* Your poor darling, always accusing yourself of everything that happens. *Wipes away tears*
And Zlatan will NOT be happy if he finds out November blamed himself for this.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork@freedomwriter76 @koshka our poor babiesā¦
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@princesachronicle22 You actually hit the nail right on the head, so to speak. Allen is a fan-made character of mine, but he’s the same species as Thrawn. (actually his son, but that’s a long story that I’m not sure you’d care for.) I’ll add him in whenever I have the time to!
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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Not gonna lie, I like how I’m making everyone love Adolphus/Dietrich…XD
Fin
They were still gone.
It shouldn’t have taken them this long…unless something wasĀ seriouslyĀ wrong.
“Dear Lord, let them be safe,” Fin silently prayed, “and Lord, let this be from you…because I’m about to go back, and this isn’t from you, I know I shouldn’t do it.”Ā
He tapped Jezyk’s shoulder.
The sixteen-year-old looked up at him, eyebrow raised, eyes still full of concern and fear from earlier. “…Yessir?”
“Come with me, Jezyk…just for a few minutes.” Fin whispered, wrapping one arm around Jezyk’s shoulder, and, checking over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, he led Jezyk back down a staircase, slipping away from the others.
Riker
November sank down against the wall across from Zlatan, face buried in his knees.
Riker was the only one who could do anything right now.
Riker took in and let out a deep breath.
‘Oh, and what can you do, mistake?’Ā a voice whispered.
Riker shook his head, shoving aside the voice, same as he had many times before, and turned to watch Zlatan.
They needed to keep moving…but with November injured…Zlatan unconscious…what all could Riker do? Carry Zlatan on his back?
Well…itĀ wasĀ a possibility.
Riker heard footsteps, jumped, and turned, just as Fin and Jezyk stepped off the stairs, before Jezyk’s eyes widened. “W-what happened…?”
“It’s fine, Jezyk…well…uhm…”
“It doesn’t really look fine, but itĀ willĀ be fine.” Fin said, with a confidence Riker wished he had.
Riker nodded. “…Right.”
“Is November alright…?” Fin asked, nodding towards the ginger.
Jezyk looked over at November, brown eyes full of concern.
Riker just nodded, not quite sure if he should talk about November. “…Yeah, I-I think he’s okay for now…” He lied, covering his own concern for November.
Fin nodded and faced Riker again. “And you?”
Riker paused, as Jezyk continued to watch November. “…I’m fine.”
Fin raised an eyebrow, seeing straight through the lie. “Is that so?”
Riker nodded. “I’m fine.”
Fin lowered his eyebrow and smiled, but Riker knew Fin still didn’t believe him. “Well, I don’t know if it’s best to move Zlatan at this moment…do you know why he passed out?”
Riker shook his head. “No clue. Can…can you and Jezyk keep an eye on him for me for a minute…?”
Fin glanced over at Zlatan, then Riker, then November, then back to Riker, and nodded. “Of course. Jezyk, would you like to help me watch over Zlatan?”
Jezyk turned to Fin and nodded. “Yessir. I mean, yes, Fin.”
Fin smiled, wrapping an arm around the teenager, and they both sat down close to Zlatan.
Riker walked over to November, getting down on one knee in front of him, brushing November’s orange curls off his forehead. “Hey, November…I’m here now. You okay…do you want to talk?”
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Leo
Arabella tilted her head, maybe confused by his smile.
Leo continued to smile, and said, āYour name isā¦Arabellaā¦right?ā
She paused for a moment, before slowly nodded. “Yes…yes, it is.”
“Do you know a little boy named Paxton…?”
Arabella’s brown eyes suddenly lit up, so Leo continued. “I met him earlier in this place…along with my brothers…and…well…we met his family that’s, well, kinda like mine… And Paxton…he said he had a sister named Arabella. Are you Paxton’s sister?”
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