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@wilder-w @keilah-h @elishavet-pidyon @koshka @freedomwriter76 anyone wanna RP?
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebI can! Should I hop in with my threesome?
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Ugh, November…*groan* no one better touch him again! I have an elf and a half-elf in my ranks.
(Yes Aramis, that was a threat)
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkGo ahead!
I just had this scene pop into my head where Luna and Inglor meet!
“Well, hello, little sister.” Blinks at her purple hair and eyes with a slightly bewildered ‘where are you from?’ expression.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork@koshka @elishavet-pidyon @wilder-w @keilah-h @freedomwriter76
Soren
“You messed up, Edrich.”
Aramis mocked a gasp, placing a hand over his chest. “He speaks!” He raised his hands, gesturing at Soren. “Oh great one, please deliver your knowledge and wisdom to us!” At the end of his sentence, he rolled his eyes, plopping himself back onto the beanbag he sat on, wings splaying slightly at the motion.
Soren glared. He sat in his own chair, book in hand. He looked back at Edrich, who was leaning against a wall.
“I’m serious. You messed up big Edrich.”
Edrich turned, eyes narrowed. “And how, little brother, did I do that?”
Soren scowled, “Your little stunt yesterday is the talk of the entire school! You do realize the police were called, right?”
“Mom took care of it,” Aramis waved nonchalantly.
“So? Do you two not care that you could’ve killed someone?”
Edrich smirked. “He wouldn’t have died from that height.”
“You don’t know that.” Soren spat, rising from his chair. “Needless to say, what you did yesterday was…way out of line compared to some of the other things you’ve done! And…you’ve done a lot.”
“Oh come now Soren, live a little!” Aramis drawled, smirking.
Soren scoffed, “Live? Really? Hurting people is how you two live?”
Edrich sighed. “Alright, alright. Listen…we get it. You don’t care for what we do, Soren…” Edrich approached his younger brother. “I understand. We understand,” he shot Aramis a look. Aramis merely shrugged.
“But what we do is our business, alright? You mind yours, we’ll mind ours.” Edrich smiled. An actual smile. Almost…brotherly in a way, as he patted Soren on the shoulder. “You don’t have to be a part of it.”
Aramis scoffed in the back.
“I’ll admit…I went a bit too far yesterday…but what’s done is done!” Edrich shrugged, wrapping an arm around Soren. Soren shook his head.
“I’m not just thinking about them, you know,” Soren sighed, pushing Edrich off of him. “If mom hadn’t taken care of the police…”
“Aww, little brother’s worried about us!” Aramis grinned. Soren glared at him.
Not you…he thought, but bit his tongue.
He looked at his eldest brother, who merely offered a smile, ruffling his hair.
“Ah! Don’t you worry about us! You just handle yourself,” Edrich winked.
Soren sighed once more, but slowly nodded.
“Good!” Edrich clapped him on the shoulder.
“Now that that’s settled,” Aramis rolled his eyes, sitting up from his position on the beanbag chair. “Where’s the brat?”
Soren’s chest tightened, a sinking nausea feeling in his stomach. He pointed.
“Oh yea. I forgot.”
“Let him out, Aramis,” Edrich rolled his eyes, headed to the door that led out of the brother’s school lounge room (yes they have a lounge room…of course they do)
Aramis clicked his tongue, “Now?”
“Let him out,” Soren glared, crossing his arms.
Aramis glared back, lips pulled thin. He stood from his seat, crossing the room to a small broom closet. Slowly, he pulled the key from his pocket, slipped it into the lock and turned.
The door opened, shining light into the completely black room.
Aramis let out a groan, “Would ya come out? Yeesh,” He reached in, grabbing something and forcefully pulling it out.
Soren swallowed the bile in his throat as Paxton emerged from the darkness, his soft hair tousled and his clothes untucked and wrinkled.
Aramis held his forearm, holding it aloft. Paxton flinched, shaking like a leaf. Thankfully there were no bruises or marks on him.
Edrich and Aramis had merely decided to rough him up a bit…before shoving him into the broom closet for a while.
“Would you chill?” Aramis jerked him until he stood straight, and then ran his fingers through the boy’s hair. “You have to look at least somewhat presentable,” he rolled his eyes.
Soren’s fists clenched at his side.
“Now, tuck in your shirt and vest, and get to class.” Aramis pushed Paxton toward the door.
Paxton tripped, nearly falling. Soren reached out, catching his baby brother. The two exchanged a look.
Paxton’s eyes were red-rimmed and filled with tears. Soren gently grasped his shoulders, helping him up.
“Go on…” he whispered softly.
Paxton stumbled out the door, leaving Aramis and Soren alone.
Aramis glared. “Should’ve let him fall.”
“He needed to get to class. Besides, don’t you think you’ve tortured him enough for a while?” Soren scowled.
Aramis stomped up to him, poking him in the chest. “Listen….Edrich might be okay with you wimping out on things…and if you don’t want to join us that’s fine…but if I ever catch you helping that….that…Flit…”
“Why do you hate him so much?” Soren shook his head. “He hasn’t done a thing to you!”
“He’s a spite on the family! Flits deserve everything they get, and more. You know how the Fae work…being wingless…it’s…it’s dishonorable.”
“That’s not the only reason and you know it.”
Aramis backed up, a small smile crossing his face. He shrugged. “Well…” He leaned closer, a sadistic glint in his eyes.
“Maybe I just like it.”
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@koshka AHHH I LOVE THAT!!
and Luna’s just gonna be like BLAH BLAH BLAH *and talk his ear off XD*
she grew up in an all adult commune with like no kids or teens to talk to so yea.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@wilder-w @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12 (November!!!) @koshka @freedomwriter76
Reúven & Friends
Golden sunlight splashed across the crowd of students, staining everything in light. Reúven squinted at the brightness and shifted his eyes away.
Better to not burn spots into his vision.
Viktor walked beside him like a young soldier going to court martial. The boy’s dark eyes stared mutely ahead and his mouth pinched into a noncommittal line.
Reúven frowned and glanced at Liora.
She raised an eyebrow. “It’s hereditary, I think. You should see yourself in the store.”
He rolled his eyes and smirked. “Right.”
They started up the stairs to the next floor. Liora’s little heeled boots tapped up alongside the boy’s heavier strides in quick succession.
“Well, how are your sisters?” She asked Viktor as they reached the top. He blinked, then let a smile light his face.
“Very well, thank you. Alya liked the lacy thing you gave her.”
“The collar?” Amusement danced in her grey eyes. “Good. I thought it would suit her.”
“Did you knit it?” Reúven asked innocently, but a filliment of mischief twitched in his voice. She sighed with mock long-suffering.
“It’s crochet. And yes.”
“Is there a difference?”
“Reúven Elroi!” She laughed. “You know very well there is.”
“Yes.” Viktor stated without a trace of humor. “One is in the Scriptures, the other isn’t.”
Liora blinked, then swatted at him when he burst out laughing.
His laughter suddenly dried up, however, when they turned the corner to see the Headmistress’ sons’ two henchmen. Viktor’s eyes gleamed dark beyond color.
Reúven laid a hand on Liora’s wrist and strode on as if nobody was in the hall. Viktor followed after with his jaw set.
His hands were tucked deep into his pockets.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Btw just wanted to mention this…
But in this AU…Paxton has a fear of large birds…idk if it’s quite on the phobia scale and it’s mostly large birds like Eagles, hawks, etc, tho it could probably be medium sized too like crows and such.
This is due to some trauma that you’re just gonna have to wait and find out about when he starts getting into his backstory with other charries (specifically why he doesn’t talk much)
his brothers are real good at traumatizing children….
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@elishavet-pidyon ahhhhh I love them soooo much….
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@keilah-h @elishavet-pidyon @freedomwriter76 @koshka @wilder-w
Ma poor Paxton….
Paxton
Paxton scrubbed at his eyes, hastily stumbling down the hall, making sure to keep close to the wall.
He glanced over his shoulder, wondering if Aramis would follow soon after.
Thankfully, no one came.
He let out a small, shaky breath of relief, hands flitting to his shirt and vest. His lips trembled as he tucked his shirt neatly into his pants, though it didn’t do much for the wrinkles.
He still looked as though he’d just gotten out of bed.
If his mother saw him like this…
He heaved, another round of tears falling from his eyes. He wiped at them furiously, feeling like a baby.
Though…at the moment, that was the only way he could feel.
A buzz sounded through the hall, signaling time to head to class.
Paxton scurried along, head low, eyes still silently dripping tears. His chest heaved painfully with every one, until his body ran against an unknown force.
He gasped feeling himself knocked backward, off his feet. He landed on the floor and blearily rubbed his eyes.
(hey @elishavet-pidyon could he meet Alwin?)
Paxton looked up, eyes widen and face pale. He crawled away slightly, mouth half open. His tongue moved but no apology came out; his voice completely stolen from months of not speaking….
He snapped his mouth shut, shrinking in on himself.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@koshka who do u want ur charries to meet? Ik Luna lol! Maybe Luna and Nyx??
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebSure! (Nyx and Almarrin…that would be hilarious)
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkMy phone is about to die though, so It would be better if you introduce them, while I hunt for my charger.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork@koshka hehehe XD
Luna
“So…how did you escape again?”
Nyx groaned, eyes rolling to ceiling. “I already told you! She gets distracted way too easily. It was easy.”
“You know she’s gonna be livid,” Luna giggled. “She made this whole speech about keeping you by her side…pretty sure she’s gonna make good on getting a pair of handcuffs if you keep sneaking off! Ooh! Or a leash!” Luna grabbed Nyx’s shoulder, gasping loudly, “Oh my gosh you’d look adorable with a fluffy collar!”
Nyx hissed, eyes turning into slits. “So help me-!”
“Kidding!” Luna chuckled nervously, holding her hands out in surrender. “Anyway…” She slipped her hands into her hoodie pockets and blew a bubble with her gum. It made a loud, satisfying pop.
Nyx jumped. “Watch it! Last thing I need is gum in my fur,” he scowled.
She shrugged, chewing the gum again, readying for another bubble. She looked at her new friend. Smiled.
She was happy to have friends now, especially closer to her own age.
Not that she hadn’t loved growing up where she had…but…
It had been a bit difficult, having no one like her to talk to…
No one to share experiences with…to play with…or go on adventures with…
But now? She had a ton of new friends!
Though….her first day had been…well…less then grand.
But she’d decided to keep a few of those facts to herself…for fear that her parents…and the entire commune, would decide the school too unsafe for her to continue going.
And she did not want to be homeschooled any longer!
“No more skipping though, right?”
Nyx shrugged.
Luna pursed her lips, putting her hands on her hips; while they were still in her hoodie pockets. “RIIIIGHT??”
Nyx rolled his eyes. “We’ll see.”
“Nyyyyx.” She sighed.
Her eyes wandered down the hall, and she smiled and waved at passing students, though most didn’t return her waves.
“You know you look weird doing that.” Nyx said.
“I don’t care,” She said cheerily.
She waved to two young men, one very tall, and slender, and…
A bit familiar looking. (Inglor)
He waved back, grinning.
“See? Someone appreciates it.” She smiled at the young man, and then, tilted her head.
(does he have pointed ears?? because Luna does. Elves do in my world but idk if elves do in yours)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@elishavet-pidyon hey who do u want Reúven and them to meet?
they could meet November and Ara if u like, or Lyn and Grimm. Up to u.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb
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