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>> outside, dark

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Although Dae felt fearful under his gaze, he also felt slightly irritated. He needed to toughen up-show this monster he wasn’t scared of him. His features twisted into a glare and his fists curled-he needed to snap out of this numbness-he felt frozen. "Friends? Just because you’re scared?" Dae glared up at him with narrowed eyes- “I’m not scared.” Dark let out a laugh-a cruel, deep, throaty laugh. He was clearly loving the power he was holding over Dae-and Dae wasn’t here for it. “What kind of friendship would that be?” Stepping back, Dae spoke, his tone assertive. “I tried to be friends with you from the beginning. You didn’t need to go ape sh-t on me.”

He was further startled when Dark snapped back to reality-his features softening. This was the guy he had met in the hallways. “No, no, no, I’m sorry.” He apologized, which only made Dae look confused- “Listen carefully.” The boy said-his voice panicked. “My magic takes control of me sometimes, I have no way to stop it,” He was moving jerkily-as if the darkness was trying to consume and control him once more. Dae said nothing-the boy was still speaking, and he had been told to pay attention to every word. “Luckily it’s a light version now, but the only way to stop me when this happens is to knock me out. Promise me that if I lose control again, you try to take me out as soon as possible, otherwise I’ll play with you, kill you and then move on to other students.” He was breathing heavily now as Dae tried to process that information. Kill him? Kill the other students? This was a lot to take in at only seven in the morning. Putting on the bravest face he could, he nodded. “I promise.”

Right as he said this, Dark shifted back into…that state again. “You know what’s going on, don’t you?” Dae blinked at him, trying not to give anything away. “This state is better, nothing needs to change. So don’t do anything that is unnecessary, because I don’t want to dispose of my little toy so soon.” Dae had been in fights before-small school fights over trivial things. But he’d never taken on a magical being like Dark before… he felt like the underdog in this one. He didn’t let any more fear show as he took a fighting stance-“I’m not your toy.”

orp >> @meekepeek sorry this post is bad! but dark’s magic is SoOOOO interesting!

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>> location, person

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His dark eyes narrowed-bringing a look of alarm to Caspian’s face. Had she made him angry? Maybe he didn’t want her to compare herself to his dad…that made sense. However, when he spoke, he didn’t seem very mad…more thoughtful. Caspian’s face did not relax, however, it would probably be wise to keep her guard up. “Mhm, my canoe looks like that.” Caspian said. Thinking about canoes was making her terribly homesick. “But it’s a lot smaller than your dad’s ferry. Probably.” She winced-was she supposed to bring up his dad?

“Are you cold?” Syrus asked. Oblivious to why he had asked this, Caspian shrugged and murmured, “No, I’m fine.” She didn’t like to complain too much to other people-even though she did feel a bit cold. No one liked a complainer. "Not exactly, no. They can’t talk, not like you and I are doing right now. Though they are very loud, all complaining. I suppose the word you’d use to best describe it would be telepathy." Caspian looked at him with shining eyes-Telepathy! How interesting. “Oh, I see…” She looked down before shyly asking, “Do they scare you?” She hoped this question wasn’t offensive. She knew she would be scared if she were surrounded by loud, complaining souls.

He nodded as she spoke-was he understanding? Caspian hoped so, as she didn’t want to have to explain anymore-she might get overwhelmed. “Yes, I actually have met someone like that.” Syrus said. “The soul was called David Bowie who said he used the pronouns they/them and he/him. I know what he was talking about now. He’s in Elysium.” Caspian’s eyes widened again-he’d met David Bowie? He was famous in the human world. “That’s so cool…” She mused quietly. “Elysium? What’s that like? Sorry about all of these questions.”

orp >> @crazycaliope wowo david bowie!

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[CrazyCaliope]

The girl didn’t disagree with her. In fact, she didn’t sound like she was agreeing either, which didn’t bode well for Gayelette’s opinion of her. She would have much preferred that the girl had continued with the discussion with her rather than stay practically silent.

Smiling, the girl, Willow was the name she gave, repeated Gayelette’s full name. Then shook hands with her briefly before pulling her hand back. She then asked of who Gayelette’s mother, suggesting that she knew of her. Gayelette’s face slacked but tone still sounded as if she was smiling. “If you’re referring to Glinda, the Good Witch of the South, then yes, that’d be her.”

@astxrism - Willow Colour

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>> hallway, arielle

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Just as Camilla vanished through the doorway, he thought he heard his name called out behind him. “Jason!” He turned curiously-hoping he wasn’t hearing things. When he saw the flash of brown hair, he wondered if it could be… As the figure stepped up to him and began walking in sync with him, he realized it was Arielle, the girl he had met yesterday. She looked gorgeous-the rich red color of the uniform was striking against her copper skin and soil-colored hair. Her hair was kept off of her face in a messy bun. Even though she only wore the uniform, she stood out from the other students. Perhaps this was just because plenty of students weren’t dressed in the uniform at all? Feeling the need to comb his fingers through his hair, he smiled at her. “Sorry, do you know where the Advanced Lit class is? I’ve been walking forever and I still can’t find it.” Arielle asked, as she continued to walk beside him.

“Don’t worry about it,” He told her, pleased they both had the same first class. “Actually, I was just heading there, it’s my first class as well.” He didn’t take his brown eyes off of hers as he spoke, he had a good sense of where he was walking. He eyed the backpack she was carrying. “Can I carry that for you?” He asked her.

orp >> @katabasis OMG I LOVE ARIELLE SO MUCH HELP-anyways on the schedules it said her first class was basic literature, so I changed it hope that is okay with you!

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She mocked his head tilt before responding, “Because then it’s not as fun anymore.” Ivan pouted in her direction. “For you.” He pointed out. She shrugged before saying sarcastically, “We as in me, myself, and I.” Ivan grinned at her before flirting slightly, “Ah, my three favorite people. How could I forget?”

She chuckled as he refused her help, which only deepened his blush-he hated this so much. Still, she allowed him to work in peace-not insisting on helping him. Though, she did raise a brow at him-as if she didn’t really believe he could do it. This did motivate him more-he wanted to wipe that doubt off of her face. Though, even if he did solve the problem properly, she probably wouldn’t be too impressed-as this was his third try. He leaned back slightly as she hovered over his paper to see his final answer. He couldn’t see her expression, but as she reached for a red pen, he knew he hadn’t gotten it right. He watched as the problem was written for the fourth time, and solved fairly quickly-well, much quicker than Ivan had solved it. Ah, so that’s how you do it… He thought, as he watched-his expression a mixture of curiosity and envy. “Leaves you with a decimal,” Aidene explained, as she circled her answer. “Just round it to the nearest tenth…so approximately 5.2.” She set down her pen triumphantly, while Ivan glowered. “You were really off.” Ivan glared at nothing in particular-he didn’t want to be mean to her just because she was good at math while he wasn’t. “Well, there you have it, something you’re better at than me,” He griped, remembering their conversation from yesterday in which Aidene promised to find something she was better at than Ivan. He wasn’t angry, but his ego was definitely bruised. “Have you looked into getting tutored?” Aidene teased. Ivan chuckled, trying to ease back into his overconfident self. “Nah, I don’t need a tutor. I would’ve gotten 5.2 eventually.” He said casually, resting his hands atop his baseball cap.

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[Meekepeek]

//outside//
Dark started to chuckle when the boy said he wasn’t scared. “Oh really !?” he asked. This was the last thing he should have said. “If this is what you look like when you’re not scared, then I’m really excited to see your scared face,” he says, opening his eye again. The problem now is that the boy could be a problem. It was amusing to watch him try to be brave after a break from control. Why should a wimp like him get everything, but not others? He doesn’t deserve to live his life thinking he’s the best when he’s not. He is nothing more than an ant, an insect.

With an emotionless face, Dark walks over to Dae. He grabs his collar and holds him in the air without any difficulty. Once again he tilts his head while looking at the hanging body with fascination. “Tell me, why should you have the right to live?” He asks him genuinely interested. “Because I just can’t understand why there are so many parasites like you out here,” he says, blinking once. His gaze slowly turned into a distant stare.

Then he uttered out that he’s not a toy. “Oh, but if you disagree, then what are you? because then there is absolutely no value in you,” he told him. “And when someone has no value, that person is completely useless,” I say. “So, are you useless, do you agree that you are not putting anything into the world?”
@ethereal - little tip, he’s going to have to knock him out soon because Dark is trying to kill and since I don’t want to kill anyone…

[CerealKiller]

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|| Mathematics ||🌹|| With Robin ||

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“That means we get to discover the school and experience the year together, couldn’t we?”
“Yeah… Definitely” She said with a light smirk, though she didn’t totally mean what she said, but didn’t let it be too obvious in her tone.

*“Yes, it does sound very gross. Then again, perhaps not. If you were an amputee who hadn’t any arms then you would have to use your feet too, you would just make sure they were constantly clean. It’s like butterflies, except that they have wings to fly and only really land occasionally, so they’re pretty clean.”
“Hm” she nodded lightly “Still weird.” she added, kind of not wanting to talk about butterflies anymore because at this point they were just turning scientifically gross, which kind of sucks. Hey, I’m going to find the bathroom, be back in a few" she said glancing at the door before turning and touching Robin’s arm.

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@CrazyCaliope oopsie

[CrazyCaliope]

Listening to Marc’s explanation, he noticed his gaze wander off to the woods, staring at something in the distance. Bertram turned his head, following his line of sight and saw nothing but trees, which made him think of home and the memories he’d left behind.
He turned back to the boy before him and nodded. When he responded, he was a little more cheerless than before, “Ah, well, do you love him or is he just the man who raised you?”

“Yes, she was,” he nodded. Smiling but it probably came across more solemn than anything else. “No one of importance in history nor story. If you are asking who my parentage is to have me attend this school, that would be my father.” Bertram watched as Marc grabbed his guidebook from atop his case, his own was back in his room. “That’s a very kind offer but I’m not sure I could allow you to do that.” He slowly shook his head. “We’ve only just been introduced, it would be wrong for me to allow you to do that.”

@Edelgard - Marc Erlion - It’s totally fine, I love it. (heart_eyes)

[CerealKiller]

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|| Castleteria > Advanced literature || || With Noah ||

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“Yes for sure” she nodded “Literature is probably my favourite subject, I’m kind of a book nerd to be honest” she added with a somewhat sheepish chuckle. It was true, Ophelia has always liked books, since a very young age she found herself liking the idea of sitting on her own with a good book, diving into the story like she was in it.

He then helped her get up, and took their trays to the conveyor belt instead of leaving them there, which was nice. The two then headed out of the cafeteria, and towards class. “What did you pick for your classes?” he asked, to which she responded to with the class list she had already memorised “Literature, maths and Chem all advanced, Kingdom History and Managment, basic light magic, band, culinary, and writing and storytelling” she told him “You?” she asked curiously, wondering if they had any more classes together.

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@astxrism - Noah

[CrazyCaliope]

He only nodded in agreement to her comment about being beyond fun to trap and kill decent people. With his sudden change in mood, he wasn’t feeling up to responding in proper.
Finally she gave him a answer to what made his mood change so drastically. ”Well… yeah decent… I mean the things we do are decent to me not that we’re actually decent people, we killed three people yesterday.”. She crossed her arms in defense. "Ervic, you’re taking this way outta context. All I’m saying is our actions are decent and you’re a decent person I like to be around you want me to just say I hate spending time with you? That I can’t stand your presence? This is the longest conversation I ever had with someone without killing them or planning on it. Listen I can’t comprehend what to even say like I said people like being around decent people and I don’t know… I don’t wanna kill you so I guess that would mean I’m decent with you?”
As she spoke, he had a niggling feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. To the masses, it would have been a feeling of guilt for having spoken without actually understand. But for Ervic he could never feel guilty and simply ignored the feeling. “Okay” That was his only response. Then he took a few steps towards and rested his hand on her shoulder. In that same deep voice of his, he said, “Let’s go. Wash this decentness off us.”

Tightening his grip, the pair disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Seconds later they were at the edge of the grounds, but the gate. Ervic broke away, dropping his hand from her shoulder and doubled over. Hands on his knees to steady himself and stop from passing out.

@Chocolate_Mama - Coco

[CrazyCaliope]

While Danko waited for an answer, he stared ahead, at the surface of the table. Why not at Kieran? Because he’d had enough of being a mirror back home, staring back at people. He didn’t want to seem like he was falling back into what he was used to here. So there he was listening and staring at the table.
It wasn’t much of an answer though. It was a blanket answer with very little detail. “Me?”, Danko looked around at, startled that he had asked. “I… uh… I’m not sure. I guess I want to have answers. To be able to know about a fair amount of things to share with others, but also to share with someone. I want to have that someone in my life that I can dote on and make sure they will be happy and want for nothing.”

@CerealKiller - Kieran

[Ouijaloveletters]

Peck had started to explain how scary the witches sons were, when Aithne’s hair caught on fire. She immediately backed up against the wall, and Aithne couldn’t blame her. She quickly extinguished her hair, looking annoyed. “Sorry. That just happens sometimes.” Peck shakily asked where Ireland was, and Aithne explained. “Ireland is an island near Great Britain. I haven’t been there. I haven’t even been out of Ireland until now.”
@CrazyCaliope - Peck
After five years, I have replied!

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>> literature, rory

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“Well, I can handle all of your…well everything.” Kellan looked up at this, staring at Rory with intense eyes. “Oh can you? Good to know,” He teased as he continued walking. He didn’t want to be late to class. “You have so much self confidence, Kellan it’s kind of crazy,” Rory remarked, still walking next to him. Kellan smiled cheerily, “Thank you very much for noticing.” He didn’t really know how he had so much confidence… He’d always been this way, really. Except around cute guys…that was where he could screw up. This day was already off to a great start-he couldn’t recall the last time a cute guy was both gay and seemed into him. Oh wait, he could-never. If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up. It wasn’t like they couldn’t be friends, though… Kellan knew rushing into relationships wasn’t a great idea but he couldn’t help himself. “We could maybe do something this weekend or whatnot, I mean pictures with your friends are always great.” Kellan beamed at him-“Oh my gosh! This weekend would be great!” He said excitedly. He was already thinking about what to wear and where to take Rory. “We should totally get smoothies or something first. Or maybe after. Taking pictures is a lot of work.” Kellan said seriously. “Well, let’s go find seats together!” Kellan nodded, following Rory into the classroom. “You can pick! I don’t mind,” Kellan said. There were plenty of available seats in the front, middle, and back.

orp >> @bpalmer

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>> mathematics, césar

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When Jakob looked back up, César was smiling-though it was small and haughty, not friendly or sweet. “What, surely you didn’t think I’d help you?” His tone was light-mocking in a way as he snickered at Jakob. Jakob’s eyes narrowed-he was used to dealing with crooks and liars but… His eyes followed as César’s hand gracefully reached for his jaw. “Don’t misunderstand.” Jakob gritted his teeth slightly-his jaw becoming tense. Though his movements were graceful, his intentions were definitely not. He stared into the icy blue eyes of the boy in front of him. “Your eyes are very beautiful, but that’s it.” His jaw dropped a bit at this. “I don’t speak for the others, they can have their own taste. Although…” His fingers moved in such a way that Jakob’s head was moved to the side-ever so slightly. César’s eyes stayed on his face, as if he was examining Jakob, searching for any imperfection. Although what? Jakob thought impatiently.

“Your face could be beautiful, if you just washed this off…” Jakob’s frown deepened-did he have some stray pixie dust on his face? His fingers traced across Jakob’s cheek, as if he was trying to smudge the stuff from his face. His touch was light and airy-but each comment felt like the slice of a knife. “Why, will you look at that. It’s not dirt. Pity.” Flushing, Jakob knocked César’s hand from his face-not too roughly, but not gently either. He now understood just what César was talking about-his freckles. Though he heard plenty of compliments about them, sometimes he did feel a bit insecure-feeling that they might contribute to his babyface. Glaring at César, he said, “Well, you clearly have no taste.” Looking away as casually as he could-he didn’t want to look at César anymore, he continued, “And haven’t you ever seen freckles before? Or are you just so stupid that you confuse them with dirt?” He was trying to keep the mood light-ish… they could still be friends if César stopped being so…so…

“At least make some kind of effort, and I’ll consider being seen with you.” César smiled innocently, revealing teeth much whiter and straighter than Jakob’s. Jakob scowled-“Says the guy wearing his grandma’s wardrobe.” He looked around, and shot him a smug smile. “And in case you haven’t noticed, we already are being seen together.” His little prank had caught the attention of a few students-though most were in their own world.

orp >> @edelgard

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>> pin quan kieu, mathematics

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Pin looked surprised when Rylan asked for his opinion-maybe people didn’t usually care or ask him what he thought. Rylan had mostly asked because he didn’t want to make assumptions. “I…I…I gyess that women deserve to be treated with respect.” Pin stammered. To this, Rylan gave an affirming nod-he didn’t really want to be talking to a misogynist. “And sometimes, people view servants not talking to them a sign of respect.” Rylan nodded again as Pin looked back at him, a curious expression on his face. “Yes, I agree with the first part.” Rylan told him. “And your thoughts on the second part?” He had to admit, he was a bit curious. And the less he had to talk, the better.

“Don’t feel bad, I’ve met plenty of nice peasants!” Pin said cheerily. Rylan stared in him at awe-did he just call Rylan a peasant?! Without Rylan even directly stating he was? His brows furrowed and he looked to be his usual grumpy self. “Besides, being a peasant isn’t all bad. At least you don’t have to deal with politics.” Rylan didn’t know if Pin was being passive or genuinely trying to make him feel better. “Yes we do,” he disagreed grouchily. “Whatever the leaders decide, whether it’s a good decision or a bad one, we have to deal with.”

orp >> @skyler2 sorry pin ur a sweetie ilyyy

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[bpalmer]

“Well either way take it so you act more normal Colm and you can wander or do what you need. You didn’t eat breakfast and are probably hungry Ill be here dude you go do you.” They said as they put stuff back in their bag and gently took the black guitar out of the case putting the strap around their body and opening the notebook to a page near the back. Brooks nodded humming assuming that Colm would take the opportunity to do whatever it was he needed. “Do whatever you need just if you eat me know I will give you indigestion and make you poop a lot.” Brooks tried to sound all sassy and serious but they were cracking a little smile the whole time they said it.
@Acorn06

[Ouijaloveletters]

Eun laughed slightly when Hilda whacked their head against the table, telling them not to hurt themselves. “No promises. I’m clumsy.” they laughed, fixing their hair. Hilda nodded when Eun said everyone did things their own way, seeing her eye their eggs. “Oh, I’m almost done.” They shoved the last bite of egg in their mouth, standing up. “Let’s go check on some geese.”
@ethereal - Eun

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>> advanced math, kyle

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He looked shocked and mouthed a word. Theodore watched him blankly, she didn’t really understand what he was saying or what he was thinking. Perhaps he was surprised her mother was so famous. She didn’t look much like her mother, although this made sense, she wasn’t her mother’s biological child. He looked a bit embarassed about something as he slid her notebook back to her. She looked at the writing-hoping it would give her some insight on why he had reacted in such a way. “I mean, I thought fairies were supposed to be small.” Theodore looked a bit embarassing. Oh, that. For a “human” she was very small-definitely under fiveve feet. This was due to a backfired spell, and sometimes made her a bit insecure. Well, in Pixie Hollow, we’re all only inches tall. Me and the other never fairies had to use magic to become this size. She explained, not paying any attention to how embarassed Kyle looked as she wrote.

He laughed a bit before writing, “Really? Normally cute girls receive compliments? At least, that’s how it is where I’m from :/” He wrote. Theodore smiled at the second compliment-as well as at the little face-she liked when people added small drawings to their writing-even though it sometimes took more time. “Well, I think the reason my mom read it to me was because it was such a great poem. Not everyone can write that well.” Theodore nodded as she read this-he was definitely right. "I mean, I guess it applies everywhere. I guess not everyone thinks I’m a ‘cute girl’."She replied, writing messily once again. “You’re definitely right. Isn’t that the reason parents read things to their children in general?”

orp >> @skyler2

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[ethereal]

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>> outside, tristan

•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.

“Aw, why not? Servants are great. So quick to pl-” His smirk faded as he stopped speaking, as if he remembered the type of girl he was talking to. “Exactly why I don’t want to be one.” Porcelain said proudly. She looked at him, disgusted. “Ew. Did you and your servants-” She stopped just as quickly as he had-“No, nevermind, please don’t answer that or I’ll be sick.” Tristan corrected himself, “I mean, they’re usually hard workers. And they don’t play hard to get.” He finished cooly. “So basically I’m the furthest thing from a servant,” Porcelain stated, ignoring the fact she’d kinda admitted she wasn’t very hardworking. Not that it wasn’t obvious, she was literally ditching class to eat breakfast that she wasn’t paying for. “Huh, too bad.” He said, after thinking for a moment. “Nah.” Porcelain said casually, she didn’t really think about that kind of thing too much. “I’d be a sh-tty queen.” Would she even want to be a queen? She hated interaction, but maybe she didn’t mind the idea of power… “Guess that means we can’g get married.” She looked over at him immediately-surprised he’d said this. “Yeah, that’s the only reason,” she said sarcastically.

He laughed at her anger-“I deserve plenty of respect, I’m almost a C-average student. I think that deserves some credit.” Porcelain was shocked-she’d expected better from him. Her grades were even worse, though. “Was that supposed to make me respect you?” She asked skeptically as she pushed open a door which would lead them outside the school. She let the door slam shut behind her, not bothering to hold it open for him. Although, he was close to her, so it probably wouldn’t hit him. “I didn’t hear that, so I’m just gonna assume that was a declaration of love. It’s alright, you’re not the first and you’re not the last to fall in love with Tristan Westergaard.” Porcelain jerked back-as if repulsed-which she was. “Love?! D-mn, you and your crazy assumptions.” She growled, as she continued walking. “I’m sure I’m not the first or last to hate him either?” She was joking-she couldn’t say she truly hated Tristan or anything. Of course, she couldn’t say she loved him either.

“If it’s so hideous, then why don’t we go before breakfast?” He asked sarcastically. Porcelain glared at him fiercely, as if he had threatened her. “Because I’m f-cking starved.” She snapped. “Besides, it’s not like your outfit’s picture perfect either.” He pointed out, staring at her worn black dress. She had to admit he wasn’t wrong, she hadn’t really dressed to impress. Not that there was anyone to impress. “If you wanted, I could buy you something.” She perked up at this, though she didn’t smile. “Maybe some pants-or a short skirt.” He suggested. Porcelain was awfully low on close-only rotating through, like, five outfits. Sometime, she might even have to wear the uniform just because she had so few clothing items. She had been wanting a new miniskirt, and pants were always nice. Though… She had a lean and bony frame-would he comment negatively on it, or would he just be happy to see a female in a miniskirt? She eyed him-“Are you becoming my sugar daddy?” She then added, “Without the sugar, of course.” She looked away before muttering-just loud enough so he could hear-“That would be nice, though.”

orp >> @skyler2 i like his trying skdkdksk

•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.

[Chocolate_Mama]

* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ * ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ * ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

~~ castleteria, Ervic of the west

* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ * ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ * ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

The whole time she was talking to really did hope to have gotten through to him about whatever she was trying to mean. But her ears burned when he let out one simple sentence,”okay,” She could feel her ears burn and her stomach flip with anger. If she had the strength and pan right now she would threaten him but the next thing she knows he was already holding onto her shoulder. “Let’s go. Wash this decentness off us.” Before she could let a word out they were in a green cloud mist. It was quick but kinda head spinning. She felt him let go as she tried to clear the air.”Man you can’t warn a girl next time?” She didn’t hear a remark and quickly turned to see that he was trying to steady himself. She crotched down to make herself to his level.”Ervic what’s going on? You’re not dying right? She couldn’t process what she was feeling it could’ve possibly been that she was worried. With sympathy she placed her hand out.”Can I help you out in any way?” It felt weird saying that word just to lead to death.[/font][/center]

orp ~ @CrazyCaliope [/center][center]* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ * ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ * ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵