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𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒔
indie multi-muse roleplay blog consisting of mostly OCs and a few lightly used canon divergent characters penned by moss (xe/xem) .
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fantasy setting prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕊️ ꒱
¹⁾ a darkened apothecary illuminated only by the light somehow being emitted by the many bottles and jars lining the walls
²⁾ the banquet hall of a nobleman’s sprawling estate, in the throes of a lavish ball attended by everyone in the townland
³⁾ at a healer’s cabin in the dead of night, overwhelmed by adrenaline and the scent of countless tinctures and remedies as they’re applied
⁴⁾ the last imperial guardpost before crossing into enemy lands
⁵⁾ a run-down inn in the middle of nowhere, half reclaimed by the woodlands around it
⁶⁾ a lake set deep into the mountains with something sinister lurking beneath the surface
⁷⁾ the first port in a new land after weeks at sea trying to get there
⁸⁾ the highest turret in the royal family’s castle on a wintery morning
⁹⁾ the war council’s planning room, the morning after a bloody defeat
¹⁰⁾ an alchemist’s workshop
¹¹⁾ the stables just before daybreak
¹²⁾ the impromptu camp that the leader of the journey had to be begged into allowing after everyone else grew exhausted from being on the road all day
¹³⁾ the army barracks before a battle
¹⁴⁾ the last altar of a dying god’s religion
¹⁵⁾ the empress’s chambers, trussed up in nothing more than silken bedsheets and the morning sunshine
¹⁶⁾ the bedside of an old mentor, right before the end
¹⁷⁾ on the wrong end of a traitor’s sword
¹⁸⁾ a beast’s underground lair, alone and unarmed
¹⁹⁾ the thick of the enemy’s encampment, shackled and unrepentant
²⁰⁾ the mage’s quarters, having seen something there’s no worldly explanation for
²¹⁾ the armoury in the late hours of the night, stinking of polish and tears
²²⁾ in the throne room of the imperial citadel with an ulterior motive
²³⁾ by the scholar’s side in the library, eager for a little more than knowledge
²⁴⁾ an alehouse in the dead countryside, hoping not to be found
²⁵⁾ the executioner’s platform seeking for just one face in the crowd
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They've practically just arrived, but Sami’s instinct to leave the second he’s in the crowd is strong. It doesn’t help that he isn’t used to being openly gay in front of so many people. He’s avoiding holding Ben’s hand or giving too much PDA at all, his anxiety over it way too high and he's just silently hoping Ben doesn't take offense. It's the type of thing he has to get over on his own, in his own time. Of course, this whole thing was meant to be a chance to push him out of his comfort zone. His therapist had been trying to convince him of doing something like this for weeks now. Sami blushes at the thought of giving up so soon.
“I, um…” Xe sniffles, pushing xyr waves back from xyr face as xyr cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “I- I- I know I don’t…really..have to, but…” They clear their throat a bit awkwardly, itching for a joint or an extra pain pill to take the edge off. He gives a shaky exhale. "I- I- I still...I wanna try..." he admits in a soft, sheepish tone of voice. "Just..voicing my feelings, I guess," he chuckles, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck--another thing he's been working on with his therapist.
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Part of the reason he's medicated...Right. Sometimes, Barry forgets that little detail. Pieces of him remember, and others don't, so sometimes he needs the reminder. He's not alone. He's not crazy. Well...mostly.
"I, uh..." A few quick blinks, brows knitting together. "I- I- I, um..." He sniffles, swipes his waves back from his face as he ducks his head a little. A shrug. "S- sometimes I..." His brows furrow a little further and head ducks a little lower. He starts to pick at the skin around his nails nervously.
"S- sometimes I worry that...I'm doing that now..? Um..." He squints up at the other briefly, then to the ceiling. His blinking spikes. "You know, like, what if this is the dream and that other place I go is reality, you know..?" They bite down hard on their lower lip as they look at Max through narrowed brown hues again. They're not sure if he will fully understand, but they need some kind of reassurance at the moment, something to hold onto and remind them what's real.
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Xander jumps slightly when the stranger does, processing slowly the fact that he's in this man's car. A hitched breath, brown eyes widening as he looks up at him. He blinks as the man goes on to explain, confused and clearly a bit terrified. He swallows.
"Oh, ummm..." The Brit scratches at his head when asked if he was all right, given some expressed concerns. "Yeah, well..." His gaze trails around the car for a moment, then out the window. He sniffles. "I- I- I- I- I don't really remember what- what happened, so..." He clears his throat awkwardly. "S- so, um...I guess I'm all right? Sort'f depends on..y- your definition of the word, um..." Brows knit together in mild confusion.
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He hums softly, wanting to object to Merrick's words but also knowing that he's right whether Cal wants to admit it or not. He's never been great with worrying about himself one way or another. Callum slumps against his shoulder, nuzzling into the soft fabric of his shirt. He clicks his tongue in response to their worried words over his drinking. While he's not upset by it part of him wishes he wouldn't stress himself over them. Of course drinking about it isn't the healthiest coping mechanism.. but.. there's only so much he can do when a spirit- or in this case- multiple, decides to be relentless. A stronger sedative, maybe. But then he runs the risk of ending up too groggy later. Callum hums again, swipes at his eyes and a frown pulls at his lips while he listens to Milo. Glassy blue hues land on his partner, guilt forming within the pit of his stomach even through his slightly inebriated state. "Aw love.. I'm.. I'm so sorry. I shoulda been laying with you." His bottom lip juts out in a dramatic, but sincere pout. Cal sniffles, cups Milo's cheek, watching him in silence for a long moment even as he finishes, tries to brush things off. He shakes his head slowly, sniffling again. "No, am sorry. I shoulda been laying with you but that's.. it's the whole reason I had to get up is because they wouldn't shut up." He waves a hand through the air and sighs softly before looking over at Milo again. He lifts a shaky hand to card through his partner's dark curls. "I know you sleep better with me in bed next to you.. I do too."
"Is there anythin' I can do to help now..? Are you still tired?"
Milo can't help the chuckle that comes alongside his drunk lover's pout. A shake of his head, eyes squinting into his cheeks. "No, no. I didn't say that to make you feel guilty," he assures the other softly. "Just being honest, that's all." He kisses Callum's palm as they cup his cheek.
"I know, love, I know," he coos in response to Cal's explanation. He understands it, he does, even if only to an extent. He feels bad for the man, terrible knowing that sometimes it got bad enough he felt the need to reach this state just to exist.
They yawn and rub their eyes a little, then give a soft sniffle and wrinkle their nose. A small smile as their partner combs his fingers through their hair. Gently, they take his hand in their own and press a few soft kisses to their knuckles. He shakes his head when asked if he can help.
"Not really, my love. I- I- I'm still tired, yeah, but..." He shrugs, an eye squinting shut as he makes a soft click through his teeth. "Sorta gave up on sleeping for now. It's- it's all right." Another warm, bright smile offered his way. He pulls Callum back into his side, a hand combing through his waves. "Just wanna look after you now." A kiss pressed to his temple. "Shall I make us some tea?"
Open: any (25+ if potential ship, but can remain 100% platonic too, give me any kind of dynamic) Connection: stranger, anything goes Muse: Zara Hudson. 22-27. Single mother, bookkeeper/vet student. Concept: loosely based off the War of the Worlds story/movie/musical because I love it and I’m keen - something has occurred, there’s panic everywhere, Zara is alone with her young daughter and encounters your muse, we can take it wherever we want from there! // @indiestarter
Only two days had passed since they first arrived, a few miles outside of the city was the site. People had been fascinated, drawn in and simply had to see what had landed. Zara had been curious herself, but out of concern for Lily had stayed home. She had no idea what it was and that was no place to take a four year old. As it turned out, that had been the right choice, as reports of death and destruction reached her. People screamed words of friends bursting into flame and people began evacuating their houses, and so with little else to do and no one contactable via phone, she did the same. Packing up the minimum essentials, she bundled her daughter into the car and attempted to leave the city.
The roads were gridlocked, tens of thousands of people fleeing out of fear, and when she chose to take the remote streets out of town, it had been her potentially fatal mistake. Her SUV shuddered to a halt as the needle on her fuel dial hit the red and everything fell silent, with only the dull, distant sounds of screaming drifting across the fields. With the sun beginning to touch the horizon and light becomes scarce, she had little option but to gather their things and begin to walk in search of shelter.
It had reached nightfall and she had been walking for what felt like hours, Lily having fallen asleep in her arms as she softly sung to her, hoping to keep her fear at bay for now. But as two glowing lights of an approaching vehicle appeared over the hill up ahead, she picked up the pace, waving frantically with hopes of getting their attention.
“Stop! Please!”
This is fucked. It's so fucking fucked and while he had initially been relieved to have a bunker, to have alcohol to keep himself occupied while the world seemed to come to and end, but then after the first two days he realized the world wasn't just going to fizzle out. No, he was going to be trapped here while it slowly became overrun with...whatever was out there. Two days of no food, just alcohol and water, and he finally forced himself out of his cowardice to go find food.
Everything has crumbled into chaos. Highways are gridlocked, cars fleeing as best they can and yet mostly at a dead stop. People on foot were often run over by cars or trampled to death unless they knew to stay to the less cramped streets and alleyways. The world is on fucking fire and, honestly, Reid can hardly believe he'd lived long enough to see it happen. Fuck this. Well, at least he doesn't have to worry about a cop pulling him over for drinking and driving...
He's lucky he'd taken his truck to work the day they first arrived rather than his motorcycle. Lucky he'd been smart enough to just hole up at the bar rather than attempt to drive home. The basement in the bar was practically a bunker--cement walls, a locked and hidden hatch in the floor behind the counter, even a sturdy steel door to a small back office one could hide in if needed. It's small, cramped, full of alcohol and other bullshit, but it's safe... For now.
He's got Bob Dylan playing on the radio as he swerves down back roads and offshoots, avoiding the crowds and the traffic as much as possible. He's headed in pretty much the opposite direction, so it isn't too difficult to achieve. Humming along to the music, he takes a swig of beer from the bottle of Corona he's got perched against his lap. When he lowers the bottle, he spots the woman and child running at his truck cresting over the hill. In an instant, he's slamming on his breaks and swerving away from her. Maybe she hadn't been that close to his truck to get hit, but he didn't trust himself at the moment. He wouldn't call himself drunk, but he absolutely shouldn't be driving in any other regular circumstance.
Wide blue hues scan over the woman as he tucks his Corona on the floor between his seat and the center console. His upper lip twitches, a brow quirking. Drive. Just drive. Get your food and go back to the bar. Don't fucking--
"What the FUCK," he exclaims as he leans out the window, an arm perched against the ledge. A slight grumbled huff when he realises the child is sleeping, a hand rubbing at his mouth and eyes falling shut for a beat. His voice drops to a lower whisper as the woman approaches. "What the hell're you doin' out here!? Highway's that way!" A gesture in the direction of the chaos that seems to be the only way out of the city--cars jammed together in traffic people running and weaving past them to try and leave, a few people crawling over the cars as they scramble for escape.
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Muse: Elowen (Winnie), Tavern Keeper.
The stranger had stayed at her inn for nearly a week before Winnie found the blood. Not human blood, she realized quickly enough when she bent down and pressed her fingers into the dark residue. It was animal blood, that she was sure of.
Outside, the village bells rang sharp in the distance. Hunters would be off, again. “They say it slaughtered an entire hunting party,” one of the patrons downstairs whispered fearfully. “Tore them apart like animals.” Winnie hushed them with a smile on her face as she climbed up the steps, a warm tray against her chest. She wouldn't have her guests be scared out of their wits due to all this nonsense.
The hall creaked softly beneath her feet as she made her way toward the last room. Her quiet guest had barely eaten since arriving, and worry had settled stubbornly in the back of her mind because of it. She knocked once before easing the door open. For a moment, Winnie said nothing at all. Then, careful not to tip the bellied copper, she set the kettle down beside them. "I know you're awake," she said gently, uncapping the crock pot, releasing the scent of steamed carrots and rabbit into the air. Her gaze lifted toward the figure beneath the blankets, brows creasing with quiet concern. “You missed supper again.” A small smile tugged at her mouth. “Does my cooking truly smell that awful?”
In his short time here, he's already learned there is no privacy in this tavern. Despite his desire to be left alone, his constant hiding during the day and rarely leaving the room even at night (at least noticeably), the keeper seems to be wholly unconvinced that he can handle himself just fine. Of course, as far as she and anyone else is aware, he hasn't really eaten much or even drank much of anything save the occasional spirits.
When the knock comes to their door this evening, they don't answer. In an instant, they're pulling the blanket over their head, back to the door as it creaks open. A stubborn refusal to give the woman any kind of attention, hoping she might think them asleep. Their nose wrinkles with the smell of food that fills their room. A deep inhale.
Slowly, Sebastian moves, shifts to sit up. His back remains facing her, one arm holding himself up as he sits sideways on the bed, staring at the window for a long moment and rubbing at his eyes. A soft grunt as he turns, sits up further to view the keeper. Guilt tugs at their stomach briefly at her next question despite himself. They give an exasperated sigh.
"It's not your cooking," they assure her firmly, a brow quirked her way. "It's..." They press their tongue into their cheek, chewing it thoughtfully for a moment. A fluttery, slightly dizzy half-blink. He clears his throat as his gaze lifts off the bowl in her arms.
"Just my stomach." A tight-lipped smile. "I appreciate the attempt, though, truly. Although, I am really just fine." He gives pause, gaze trrailing away from Winnie for a moment. "I do eat when you aren't looking," they assure her softly, bright blue hues lifting to view her again. "Little things here and there. Enough to stay alive." Not entirely untrue, though their own appetite is a bit...different.
anyone want my baby boy Barry?
Mental Illnesses {Sentence Starters}
[both things said from someone with a mental illness and to someone with a mental illness; trigger warnings for suicide, depression, eating disorder, and self harm mentions]
❛❛ I don’t want to eat. ❜❜
❛❛ Stop trying to fix me. I can’t be fixed! ❜❜
❛❛ Can I have a hug? ❜❜
❛❛ I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m like this. ❜❜
❛❛ I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to live either… I just wish I didn’t exist. ❜❜
❛❛ My room’s a mess because I have no energy. Not because I’m lazy. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m tired. I’m so tired and I don’t want to do this anymore. ❜❜
❛❛ If I pay you, will you kill me? ❜❜
❛❛ I didn’t mean to get blood on the floor… ❜❜
❛❛ I want you to take my razors and hide them. Don’t tell me where you put them no matter what, okay? ❜❜
❛❛ I can’t… can’t breathe, c-can’t… ❜❜
❛❛ No one would miss me if I was gone. ❜❜
❛❛ No, thanks. I’m not hungry. ❜❜
❛❛ Please give me permission to end it. Please. ❜❜
❛❛ It’s no big deal. Just cat scratches. ❜❜
❛❛ You’re the only reason I’m still here. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m too scared! ❜❜
❛❛ I just want to feel normal for once. ❜❜
❛❛ My therapist isn’t helping me. I don’t know what to do. ❜❜
❛❛ Give me three reasons why life is worth living. ❜❜
❛❛ Don’t make me get out of bed. I don’t want to move ever again. ❜❜
❛❛ You’re not alone in this. ❜❜
❛❛ You’re important to me. ❜❜
❛❛ Just breathe. Breathe. I’m here, it’s okay. ❜❜
❛❛ Here, let me do that for you. Go rest. ❜❜
❛❛ You are not going crazy. ❜❜
❛❛ We are not on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through. ❜❜
❛❛ I know how hard it is for you to find the energy lately, so I made supper for you instead. ❜❜
❛❛ When all this is over, I’ll still be here and so will you. ❜❜
❛❛ If you need to cry, then cry. It’s okay. I’m here. ❜❜
❛❛ I can’t really understand what you are feeling, but I can offer my compassion. ❜❜
❛❛ Please eat. Even if it’s just a little. ❜❜
❛❛ Tell me what you need. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m not going to leave you or abandon you. ❜❜
❛❛ Please, if you stay alive for anyone or anything, let it be for me. I need you. ❜❜
❛❛ I am going to take care of myself, so you don’t need to worry that your pain might hurt me. I want to be here for you. ❜❜
❛❛ This is not your fault. ❜❜
❛❛ You don’t have to apologise. I’m not angry, I promise. ❜❜
❛❛ You can do this. I believe in you. ❜❜
❛❛ What kind of thoughts are you having? ❜❜
❛❛ I love you. ❜❜
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☆ﾟSentences → Mental Health Struggles
Eating disorders, depression and anxiety struggles, body dysmorphia.
❝ I said I wasn’t hungry, why do you keep pushing? ❞
❝ I already ate, don’t worry about it! ❞
❝ You don’t fucking see what I do! It’s wrong, I’m all wrong! ❞
❝ You’re just gonna lock me up in there, forget about me? ❞
❝ I know I look awful. I’ve gained all this weight, but—but I’m losing it. ❞
❝ I’m still so…soft. Why? ❞
❝ I just want to eat it so much, but then I want to rip my own fucking flesh off. ❞
❝ I look in the mirror and I feel like I’m looking at a monster! ❞
❝ No, no, no. That number can’t be right! ❞
❝ I’ve just been going on a couple extra runs, no big deal! ❞
❝ You fainted. You looked right at me and blacked out. Do you still believe you’re okay? ❞
❝ Please, please let me help you. Let me stay beside you so you aren’t alone. ❞
❝ Didn’t this fit you, before…? ❞
❝ You can’t keep doing this to yourself. ❞
❝ Look at me, look at me and breathe. Watch me. Inhale…hold…exhale. Try again. ❞
❝ You have to understand…this is hurting you. ❞
❝ I’m so proud of you for eating, today. ❞
🍑 GIRL INTERRUPTED SENTENCE STARTERS
tw: implications of severe mental illness, usfw themes and mental hospitals
“Have you ever confused a dream with life?”
“You’re hurting everyone around you”
“You miss me?”
“You’ve been gone for two weeks. A lot of shit has gone down”
“Why are you here?”
“A life form that loves to fantasize about its own demise”
“I was gonna offer you nail polish”
“Fuck his brains out, use a rubber”
“I haven’t exactly been a ball of joy”
“What were you trying to do?”
“I’m puzzled as to why I have to be in a mental institution”
“Are we going to have a problem?”
“That’s what I said, asshole”
“Oh, Jesus, get out!”
“I do! I do care!”
“That is fucked up”
“Written anything about me yet?”
“That’s why fucking Freud’s picture is on every shrink’s wall”
“It’s a condition”
“and it was full of chickens”
“She/he/they thinks he/she/their hotshit because hes/she/their a sociopath”
“I mean, what kind of sex isn’t casual?”
“You must remember me”
“I hope they put you away forever”
“Don’t point your fucking finger at crazy people!”
“You shared a man with that woman?”
“Is that a dare or a double dare?”
“That is not fair!”
“What do they know about being normal?”
“This is gonna sound crazy, but I think I love you”
“Why do you like me?”
“You are a lazy, self-indulgent, little girl, who is driving herself crazy!”
“I’m sorry for being a bitch”
“I wanna make pancakes in the morning”
“I’m sick, we know that”
“What an idiot”
“I couldn’t stand up to him/her/them”
“I know what it’s like to wanna die”
PROJECT HAIL MARY (2026) SENTENCE STARTERS
❛ Yeah, where, um, are the living people? ❜
❛ Well, joke’s on them because I don’t even care. ❜
❛ You’re running away because you’re scared. ❜
❛ I ride a bike to work, and it’s not for exercise. ❜
❛ The sun’s really dying, isn’t it? ❜
❛ Am I expendable? ❜
❛ It’s almost like you don’t care if I die. ❜
❛ The consensus here is that it would be preferable if you did not die. ❜
❛ You’re not gonna believe this. Nothing happened. ❜
❛ Just, uh, realizing I was wrong about the only original idea I ever had. ❜
❛ Thank you for your help. I’m glad you didn’t die. ❜
❛ I need people who think they’re right when everyone else thinks they’re wrong. ❜
❛ The world is counting on you. ❜
❛ Been a long time since I’ve taken a pill from a stranger without knowing what it was. ❜
❛ So you wanna build a near-light speed spaceship, have it travel further than any human-made object has ever traveled, and visit a star just to “see what’s up”? ❜
❛ And the astronauts die in space? ❜
❛ There are infinite possibilities for this to go wrong. It almost certainly won’t work. ❜
❛ The alternative is to just do nothing and to starve and to kill each other and watch everything on this planet go extinct, including us. ❜
❛ That’s a long time to be in space. ❜
❛ Nothing about this is safe. ❜
❛ I must have known you, but I just don’t remember. ❜
❛ First, I owe you three bags of vodka. ❜
❛ You deserve much more than this. ❜
❛ I’ll do my best. ❜
❛ It could be a message. It could be a bomb. ❜
❛ Well, I guess there’s egg on both our faces, huh? ❜
❛ I’m wrong about everything and everything’s wrong. ❜
❛ You’re a long way from home. I’m a long way from home too. ❜
❛ I like what you’ve done with the gravity. ❜
❛ Thank you for what I hope is not handcuffs. ❜
❛ We’re here for the same reason. ❜
❛ If we’re gonna save our planets, we have to learn how to communicate. ❜
❛ You know, they say math is the universal language. ❜
❛ Jazz hands means “good”? ❜
❛ I’m sorry I’m talking so much. It’s just, I haven’t been around anyone in a long time. ❜
❛ So, I met an alien. ❜
❛ I like to keep a wall up in my relationships anyways. ❜
❛ He’s kinda growing on me. At least he’s not growing in me, you know? Which was a concern for a little while. ❜
❛ So maybe we can help each other. ❜
❛ Fist my bump. ❜
❛ “Fist my bump”? No. It’s fist bump. ❜
❛ Hey, look, I’m seeing so many sides of you lately, and it’s great. Right now I’m seeing the underside of you. ❜
❛ So, we watch each other sleep. ❜
❛ Someone has to keep you safe. ❜
❛ I don’t have the bravery gene that you all have. ❜
❛ You just need to find someone to be brave for. ❜
❛ Dirty, dirty, dirty. Why room so messy, question? ❜
❛ Well, I wasn’t expecting company, was I? ❜
❛ That is the disco ball. That makes me happy. ❜
❛ We can’t just show up in a space ball unannounced and move into someone else’s spaceship. Right? ❜
❛ There has to be boundaries. ❜
❛ So I have a new roommate now. ❜
❛ He tells me what to do, he tells me why to do it, he tells me how to do it, he tells me when to do it. And then when I do it, he’s like, “What are you doing?” ❜
❛ Grumpy, angry, stupid. How long since last sleep, question? ❜
❛ Personal space is at a premium. ❜
❛ There’s no way you can hear me right now. ❜
❛ Too fast. Do puppet show. ❜
❛ There’s no harm in pretending for a little while. ❜
❛ What do you miss most about home? ❜
❛ You’re very mysterious. ❜
❛ Camaraderie helps them do their job, you know. Not so much me. ❜
❛ You think you’re gonna pull it off? ❜
❛ Life is reason! ❜
❛ If ship not at precise angle and speed, we die! ❜
❛ This is a one-way ticket for me, pal. ❜
❛ Yeah, once we’re done, I’m … I’m gonna die. ❜
❛ I’ve made peace with it. ❜
❛ I didn’t mean any of that. That’s just something you say. ❜
❛ How do you know when the hug is done? ❜
❛ They have a great teacher. ❜
❛ Can you take a compliment please? ❜
❛ Oh, humor. Confusing. ❜
❛ Words of encouragement. ❜
❛ I don’t think there is gonna be a later. ❜
❛ I have an idea. First, no crash. Then, not explode. Deal? ❜
❛ I’m not an astronaut! I put the “not” in astronaut. ❜
❛ I’m not heroic in any way. ❜
❛ You’re smart. You’ll figure it out. ❜
❛ This might be very hard for you to understand, but some people are failures. Some people don’t rise to the challenge. ❜
❛ You’re missing out on an important part of the mission, which is the suicide part. ❜
❛ So, just so I’m clear, you’re asking me right now to give up my life. ❜
❛ I’ll watch you sleep, pal. But, uh you gotta wake up. ❜
❛ No pressure, but we did make a deal. ❜
❛ We can go home. ❜
❛ Is special clothing for celebration. ❜
❛ I understand that you think I’m the right person for this mission. But I can’t do it. ❜
❛ I’m sorry, but you just can’t talk me into it. ❜
❛ I’m not trying to talk you into anything. I am trying to make you understand what I’m about to do next. ❜
❛ You will be remembered as a hero. ❜
❛ This may seem like me betraying you, but it’s actually me believing in you. ❜
❛ Sure feels like you’re betraying me. ❜
❛ You know who you are. You’re gonna do great. ❜
❛ You are very brave. ❜
❛ At least I never have to hear you say, “I told you so.” Even though you were right. ❜
He only hums softly, beaming over at Merrick the second he's tugged down to sit next to his partner. Of course the explanation he'd given was sort of vague but it's also because he can't be bothered to care about the reasons he'd wanted to drink in the first place. He's sitting there with a goofy, lazy grin on his face despite the way they're being watched with obvious concern. Another slow shake of his head, a hand waving through the air. "Mm.. no. It's not necessary, love." They hum, shaking their head again. "I'm- no- it'sss fine. Really. I'm-" He stiffens a bit. "Rowan and another um.. relative. Been hanging about today. But now they're quiet. An' it's nicceeeee. Please don't worry 'bout me. I can see it in yer face." he quips, slurring his words just a bit. "How was yer nap..?" He squints over at him.
When Callum starts to insist he's fine, Milo frowns. He doesn't push, but he watches him and waits, the inevitable confession coming out on its own. He nods slowly, paling at the words. "I--" His heart squeezes in his chest when they point out his worry. Lips purse. They shrug. "I have to worry about you, someone has to," he muses softly, reaching out to brush his curls back from his forehead.
"Besides, you never drink like this...must've been pretty bad today," he whispers, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead. Then, they decide to let the subject drop so long as that means they can take care of him, make sure he's okay. A yawn catches on his lips as soon as he's asked about his nap and he bobs his head with a few nods. He chuckles, sinks into Cal's side and nuzzles their face into his shoulder.
"Mmm...Could've been better," he admits softly. "Could've had you with me..." A light blush rises in their cheeks as they peer up at Cal, just their eyes peeking up over the edge of his shoulder. "But I know that's not very realistic, so..." They shrug a little, trying not to show the disappointment on their face at that fact. "So it wasn't...great. Lots of..." A wave of his hand by way of explanation. His sleep is never very good, part of having a sleep disorder. That's the shittiest part about narcolepsy. He can be tired as ever, his muscles can forcibly relax, and still he'll struggle with insomnia...
"No paralysis this time, though, so I guess that's a win, right?" They shrug, not wanting their partner to worry, especially when they're so busy worrying about him.
Her dark gaze is practically sparkling even with his initial reaction to finding out the cardigan is for him. Mags beams up at Arlo as she hands it over, her smile somehow widening even further when she sees that it fits them perfectly. She nods a few times in approval, still grinning up at them even as they ask how it looks. "It looks great, actually!" She chirps, nodding again. Pleased as punch that they're so excited about the gift. She gives a few more nods, humming as he goes on about how soft it is. "I'm- I found the softest yarn that would work. And um-" her cheeks flush, head ducking sheepishly for a brief little moment. "The colour suits you too. Goes well with your eyes. um- oh bless you!" She exclaims when they sneeze. "And bless you again." She murmurs this time, taking the cardigan as he removes it. It's folded neatly over her arm and then tucked into her bag to be finished for later. "I'm glad you like the cardigan. I'll have it all ready to go tomorrow. Go take the medicine. I can wait." Magnolia assures them with a nod. Part of her feels awful about him being sick, but there's only so much she can do. The witch has never seen anyone react to her healing magick the way Arlo does and it's just easier to not even put them through the struggle so she's stopped trying and just opts to help the old fashioned ways. Once they're done with the medicine, Mags leads them out to the car, sliding into the driver's seat and flashes Arlo a brilliant grin. "Usual place? Or would you like to try something different..?"
"I like the colour," they agree, nodding eagerly. A sniffle as she blesses him twice and he swallows, blushing sheepishly. "Thank you. And thank you for the cardigan. Can't wait 'til it has pockets!" He chuckles. Lord knows they need plenty of pockets in their attire to lose things in.
It doesn't take xem long to trail off and get the meds, swallowing them down with a whole glass of water before trailing back out to the living room. Xe double checks xyr pockets--keys, handkerchief, wallet. Then, xe's ready to go and slides into the car alongside Mags. He's immediately sinking into his seat, leaning it back with a sniffle. They clear their throat.
"Uhhh...Maybe something different?" Brows quirk and he purses his lips a little as he looks over at her with interest. "Anything you have in mind?"
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Milo quirks a brow at his partner when he insists that he isn't drunk. The way he nearly topples over only serves to increase his worry. He's quick to reach out, snagging his wrist and gently guiding him to sit with him on the sofa. A lopsided smirk at his demonstration, rolling his eyes at the Brit.
"That was very good, yes, I'm impressed," he teases lightly. When he goes on, though, their expression quickly shifts back to deep concern, their deep green hues searching his face. "D'you wanna talk about it..?"
Truth be told, the entire interaction the pair of them had the day prior is more amusing to the witch than anything. Sure, Mags believes he's a bit of an ass but it's nothing she can't handle. Beside that, it's more than likely a defense mechanism of some sort. Xe also hasn't said a word to her since. With it being such a hot day, Magnolia didn't want to do much outside so after she assures everything gets watered and looked over, she wanders into the mansion to either await or seize an opportunity to speak with Antoine again. Needless to say she's a bit taken aback when they choose to speak to her first. His accent also surprises her but hardly any emotion appears on her face except for lifted brows. "Ah, have you now..?" She retorts, a slight smirk curling the corner of her lips. Her gaze follows them as they sit up. A brow quirks upwards when xe starts speaking again and her dark gaze narrows just a bit. She didn’t ask him for help, nor does she particularly want his help and she can’t help but see nearly right through xem. She doesn’t trust that xe doesn’t have alternative motives in mind. But it’s not as if she can very well say ‘absolutely not’ either. Her brows remain lifted and she blinks over at him a couple of times, only humming in initial response.
The witch lets out a breath through her nose, purses her lips and tilts her head as if she’s actually taking the time to consider their offer, as if it’s even optional.
“I mean, I suppose I’ll accept your offer. Does that mean you want to start.. today?” She retorts, an eyebrow quirking upwards. Hands land on her hips but there’s a smile pulling at her lips nonetheless. The colours poking at the edges of his aura point to a bit of mischief but she’s not entirely sure why. She’s almost amused and a bit curious to see what xe has up xyr sleeve.
Antoine juts out his lower lip and gives a casual shrug at her question. They didn't care when they started really, so long as they had the time to teach her things she would eventually learn the correct way before she got there. They'd like to see her say something ridiculous while out and about and there's certainly ways for them to make that happen.
"Si tu préféres, nous pouvons commencer maintenant," they agree with a shrug. A gesture of their cigarette towards her, then they take a few puffs off of it. "Tu veux commencer? Or shall we wait for the grass to grow, as you say." Xe beams at her cheekily. He gestures with his hands as he speaks, shoulders tensing. "I am offering to help you, non? You want help or not?"
