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Hey guys.

So I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m simply just not enjoying T.he A.rcana as much as I used to, and that my muse for all three of my blogs in the rpc has really declined, so I’ve decided to take a break from the game and putting these blogs on a hiatus for now. I might come back to the game when M.uriel’s next book comes out and see what happens then, but until then I think this is the best option for me, personally.

You can still reach me via discord (message me if you want my username), and I can be found over here.

So I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m simply just not enjoying T.he A.rcana as much as I used to, and that my muse for all three of my blogs in the rpc has really declined, so I’ve decided to take a break from the game and putting these blogs on a hiatus for now. I might come back to the game when M.uriel’s next book comes out and see what happens then, but until then I think this is the best option for me, personally.

You can still reach me via discord (message me if you want my username), and I can be found over here.

“Well, aren’t you a little too handsome to be this bored already?” A playful smile greeted him at the moment he repaired in her presence. A girl, a young thing hiding behind a wolf mask was standing in front of him, with the thrill of the festivities sparking in her bright eyes and a jeweled hand holding an almost empty glass. From where she came from there’s no other clue than a group of tipsy men and women that giggle and chat and sometimes give a little peek in their direction, almost as if they were really trying to be discrete in their attempt to see what’s happening, and clumsily failing every single time.

“I mean, queues to enter a room aren’t my thing either, but- one has to agree that they have some good food out there, don’t they? Drinks are almost pretty much the same everywhere, but the pastries here are something.” She didn’t try to cover her accent, nor did she waited much for an invitation to take a seat next to him. She was a bit… probably, slightly drunk by that point, but that state didn’t reach her movements just yet. She seemed confident, lively, and quite intrigued by the one man who didn’t look like he was enjoying the night like the others.

He turns his head to look at her from behind his own mask, his being in the shape of a very plain looking eagle. For a moment he isn’t entirely sure if she was speaking to him or not, likely an effect of the several drinks he had had over the course of the night, but after a moment he realises that she was, in fact, talking to him, and he immediately turns his full attention to her. Surely she would say something to make him stay, or at least make him consider it. 

Oh dear. He was a bit of a charmer and a flirt, wasn’t he? Arya’s cheeks brightened in embarrassment from his statement of them catching his eye. though it should have come as no surprise, they didn’t exactly look normal, now did they? Most folks didn’t have green and pink hair. Still…

“C…Caught your eye?” Arya repeated, a bit stunned by the idea of it. “Ah, no, it’s not a bad thing at all. I just… I’m pretty good with faces and know most of those who are from around these parts. But I didn’t recognize you so I thought maybe we hadn’t met yet–” They were overexplaining themselves. Arya bit their lip and took a deep breath to hopefully calm down. 

“Ehm… My name is Arya. And you are?” Names. Names were a good place to start. Right?

Caspian does notice how flustered they had become, but decides not to mention it, not wanting to embarrass them any further. “Well to be completely honest, I didn’t recognise you either, but then again it isn’t as though I spend most of my free time around here,” he says. He would like to, but that simply wasn’t possible with his line of work. 

Shore leave was something that Caspian had always been grateful for, especially after being on the open sea for several months, battling the weather and often times harsh conditions that were thrown his way. This time wasn’t any different, and today he had decided to spend the day wandering the markets, hoping to find a few things to bring back to his cabin before they had to depart once more. 

He hadn’t had much luck so far, as it seemed that most of the vendors either weren’t open yet or were selling things that had no place on a ship filled with rowdy sailors, it looked like he would have to move on. At least, that was how he felt until he had seen them. 

It wasn’t unusual for him to see strangers once he had returned: after all, everything seemed to change during the time that he was away from Vesuvia. However there was something about the person that he had spotted from across the street that had caught his attention, so he crossed the street and approached them, his plans on shopping forgotten, and hoped that he would be able to strike up a conversation with them. 

tagged by: got tagged on my other blogs so I’m doing it here as well Headcanon Prompt Repost & bold what applies to your muse

Muse: Caspian

active | adaptable | admirable | adventurous | agreeable | alert | appreciative | aspiring | attractive | balanced | benevolent | calm | capable | caring | charismatic | charming |cheerful | clean | compassionate | confident | considerate | cooperative | courageous | creative | cultured | curious | daring | decisive | dedicated | dignified | discreet | dramatic | dutiful | educated | elegant | empathetic | energetic | faithful | farsighted | firm | flexible | forceful | forgiving | friendly | fun-loving | gallant | generous | gentle | genuine | hardworking | healthy | helpful | heroic | honest | honourable | idealistic | independent | intelligent | kind | loyal | mature | modest | observant | optimistic | organised | passionate | patient | peaceful | playful | popular | precise | protective | realistic | reliable | respectful | responsible | romantic | sane | scrupulous | selfless | self-critical | self-reliant | self-sufficient | sensitive | serious | skillful | sophisticated | spontaneous | stoic | strong | suave | subtle | sweet | sympathetic | tolerant | trusting | understanding | vivacious | warm | wise | witty | youthful

As Lyntel steps into the back rooms, some of their outfit seems to dissolve, leaving much more skin exposed. Almost all of them could be easily seen now, as well as all of their tattoos and piercings. The tattoos glow slightly in the dimmer light. Nothing about them was a secret, and they looks overwhelmingly comfortable like this. 

Lyntel gives a sweet smile up to him, showing off unnaturally sharp teeth. “Well, sugar. I could dance for you, show you some illusions, or….” Their smile seems to grow even further. Something about him made them was to please even further. “I could just show you my private room…. Just you and me, and plenty of toys~” 

His nerves didn’t settle down as they explained what his options were: if anything, they were steadily growing worse. However, Caspian wasn’t about to let them get the better of him, especially when he was so close to seeing what they had to offer, in more ways than one, of course. 

               “You    never    know!”           Wide    smile    hangs    from    rosy,    freckled    cheeks    as    Portia     eagerly    holds    out    her    hand.               “C’mon!     If     we    get    there    quick    enough    maybe    the     LINGERING     SPIRITS    that    they    say     still    reside    in    the     floorboards’ll      be    there!”