mythology but make it legislative

tragic lovers roleplay starters — devotion, doomed romance, and love that survives even as everything else falls apart

LOVE BORN UNDER BAD OMENS

knowing it won’t end well, choosing it anyway

“We both knew this was a terrible idea.”

“If the world ends because of us, I’d still do it again.”

“Promise me one thing—don’t pretend this was nothing.”

“We were doomed the moment we met.”

“Say my name like it’s the last time.”

LOVING IN SECRET

stolen moments, whispered vows, stolen time

“If they find us like this, we’re dead.”

“Just one more night. That’s all I’m asking.”

“You’re shaking—come closer.”

“We don’t have much time. Look at me.”

“I’d burn everything to keep this hidden.”

THE MOMENT IT BREAKS

betrayal, sacrifice, irreversible choices

“I did this so you could live.”

“Don’t look at me like that—you don’t understand.”

“I had to choose. I chose you.”

“If you hate me, I can live with that.”

“This is where we stop being ‘us."

I’D DIE FOR YOU (AND MAY HAVE TO)

last stands, bleeding promises, love in the face of death

“Get behind me. I won’t let them touch you.”

“If this is the end, I’m glad it’s with you.”

“Don’t cry. This is how it was always going to end.”

“I’d rather die loving you than live without you.”

“Tell me you won’t forget me.”

THE LAST GOODBYE

final words, hands slipping apart

“Don’t let go—please.”

“I’ll find you again. Somehow.”

“Say it. Say you loved me.”

“This isn’t fair. We deserved more time.”

“I’ll stay until you can’t see me anymore.”

AFTER THE LOSS

surviving what love destroyed

“The world kept spinning after you died. I don’t understand how.”

“Every place we loved feels haunted now.”

“They say time heals. They’re wrong.”

“I carry you in everything I do.”

“Loving you ruined me—and I’d do it again.”

LOVE THAT WON’T STAY BURIED

ghosts, memories, souls that refuse to part

“I still feel you when it’s quiet.”

“You never really left, did you?”

“If loving you is a curse, I accept it.”

“I talk to you like you’re still here.”

“Even death couldn’t make me stop loving you.”

NO HAPPY ENDING—ONLY TRUTH

acceptance without peace

“This was never meant to be a fairytale.”

“We were beautiful. Brief. And doomed.”

“Some loves are meant to hurt forever.”

“We didn’t survive—but we mattered.”

“This is the story they’ll never tell right.”

they've both gone their separate ways more times than the blonde could count on all her fingers. ( though, somehow? they've always come back together. ) lenny would argue it was because he allowed it but we all know that wasn't the case. ( there has always been something magnetic between the two of them. ) something that even lennon themselves couldn't explain.

whilst lenny knows every single button to push on kai, it was just the same for him whenever it came to them. ( god, the way her face was already flush from kai's words alone. ) it didn't matter how much he pulled at kai's clothing or slammed him up against the nearest wall. ( kai always knew what to say to make him flustered. )

Oh, Kai knows better than to ever try to lie to him. Not unless that's part of the bit, but then that's a whole other thing, isn't it? He just smiles, hums and leans into Lennon's little flick of affection.

But then she's blushing too, so. Win-win, right? They're so damned cute in pink. They've got a good push-and-pull between them – always have. It's part of what keeps Kai coming back, on top of that feeling the other gives him. There's just something there, y'know, something magnetic.

❝ I dunno, feel like maybe I should give you a little reminder, ❞ he teases, arm around his waist tightening to pull 'em flush against Kai's chest. Location's got nothing to do with it anyway, cause like – god, if he's being honest? He'd let Lenn pin him to the wall, right here right now, and fuck him until he's crying.

But then she goes and whines his name, and it's equal parts cute and hot, so like. Fuckin' Hel. The diviner dips forward to nip at his ear. ❝ Lennyyyy, ❞ he parrots, more of a breathy whimper right in their ear.

❝ Help me? Help me with what exactly? ❞

Kai knows it's a lot, okay, he knows. Obvious it's not the same but he remembers how stubborn he was, when he was dealing with his own company. Shit can be hard to accept, when one thing makes you feel safe and suddenly there's this whole other what if that's just. There now.

Still, now he is getting a little worried. Not for the onlookers, but like... if this keeps going the way it is, they risk attracting all kinds of wrong attention.

❝ Okay, Hel's breath... sorry for this. ❞ He's quick, grabs the guy by both arms before he casts. And it's a little bit clumsy – teleportation is definitely not his strong suit – but the next time he blinks Kai has his back to a brick wall in an empty alley instead of a pole on the crowded street.

Immediately his hands go up again. No doubt Mr. Invisible is not gonna take that well. So he's rambling already, before the magic even settles; ❝ Before you freak out – I'm not with the company that's after you. My name is Kai, I work for a group called the Guild of Hunters. It's sort of like a patchwork of people that know about, like, paranormal shit that try to help each other just. Y'know. Exist. Um, and we're all, uh. Paranormal. Ourselves. ❞

The witch offers a weak smile. He doesn't really know how much this guy knows about, like, other kinds of paranormal shit. Most of the superpowered humans he's run into kinda think it's just them. So. Yeah, this could be a lot.

❝ Sorry for teleporting you, I just figured causing a scene like that on the street might actually end up tipping off the people you're hiding from. ❞

Her smile faltered a little as she remembered her old life, and just how dramatically everything had changed in such a short space of time. "I'd offer to show you but there's no alcohol and the infected would probably hear me from a mile away. Unlucky for you, I guess."

There are a million different things she could mean, really. Kai is the one who dives straight into the gutter like a damned degenerate. He's flushed all the way down to his collar now (serves him right). He coughs and ducks his head, best he can do to salvage at least some of his dignity.

❝ I dunno, I like you just fine now too. Without any of that. ❞ A vague hand wave accompanies the word, his attempt to literally wave it away. He means it, though – they might have only known each other for a short while, but like. Kai's got a sense for these things.

"people make mistakes." a pause. "or even shit that's not really a mistake and just a... just an incompatibility made known, y'know?"

if love was all it took for everything to work out and work out well, vic is pretty goddamn sure that she wouldn't be the mess she is. maybe in another life. she squeezes him tight against her, frowns a little where her face is still pressed to his shoulder. "you know you can fuck shit up and still deserve like, love and shit now, right?" not really in a position to worry about that when she's like she is — pot meet kettle — but she cares for him. more than she wants to admit, probably.

He lets out a small little breathy whine when she cuddles closer. It's just, like, nice. And she was already real close, arms wrapped around him with her lips pressed to his skin, but it's nice to feel the way she squeezes away any space that might've been left between them. But then, still... he can't chase away the melancholy of the memories.

❝ That wasn't what it was, ❞ he murmurs, voice dipped low and quiet. Because like... fuck. He's a little choked up, obviously, but there's that big well of shame too, that threatens to drag him down its depths if he's not careful. ❝ I... did something, like, bad. And she just... she tried to get me to do the right thing, but I wouldn't listen. ❞

❝ Yeah, I know. ❞ And the thing is that he does. Honestly, genuinely, he knows that. It isn't that he refuses to let anyone get close, he just... people don't. Because they see what he's like, right, the darkness and trauma and whatever other bullshit he's got buried, and they run. Just like they should.

He lets out a long, heavy sigh. Cause he didn't really wanna have this conversation. Just cause Vic makes him feel safe enough that he can doesn't mean it's fun. It's not. And he's tired, and it's all just kind of a lot, and like... he kinda just wants to exist in the warmth of her arms and not think about any heavy shit anymore.

❝ So do you. ❞

Saskia was trying to bake cookies, even though she had absolutely zero idea what she was doing and was just spraying flour everywhere; by the time Kai had joined her in the kitchen, she was more flour than person.

Turning to look at her boyfriend, she closed her eyes to allow him to get flour off her face. "I swear I'll clean up after these cookies are done, I'll have a shower as well."

It's actually really cute, in his opinion, when Saskia gets in the kitchen. Don't get him wrong, she turns the place into a total disaster zone --- but, like, that's just part of her charm. Kai's gentle when he takes her face in both hands, thumbs swiping across her cheeks to clear the flour from her skin. He's got half a mind to lick it off, 'specially when she goes and mentions a shower;

❝ Sounds fun. Can I help? ❞ He backs her against the counter, both hands planted palm-flat on the flour-spattered surface to cage her in. His breath is a soft puff out on her lips as he tilts his head. Grins, pretty and mischievous before he flips to the sweet, big brown eyes. ❝ With the cookies, I mean. ❞

He probably should’ve been focusing harder on the job.

Then the witch tugged him closer. Hard. Which like, wasn't helping at all. God.

He laughed, low and rough, a sound that came from somewhere between threatening and genuinely amused. Come the fuck on, dude. How can he be this hot and this annoying?

❝True. So maybe I just maim you a little instead. Maybe you've got some little healing spells or something, but it still ain't gonna feel good to have this katana go through your side.❞

He leaned in closer and Arthur poked at his side, Bea pressed a little closer to Kai’s throat, a deliberate tease, just nicking enough to draw the faintest bead of blood.

Fuck, Kai's not a stranger to pain. Or blood. Or both, in equal measure, in a whole Hel of a lot of different scenarios. Like, it's not always fighting, y'know? So he's not really scared, as the guy's swords press into him, threaten to break skin in some very delicate places. He can see crimson glinting against silver out of the corner of his eye. One of those this just got interesting kinda scenarios.

And like --- gods fucking damnit, why is he so hot? That stupid laugh goes straight through Kai and it's honestly such a shame that they're fighting. Though, really, that's kinda hot too, isn't it? Kinda adds a little je ne sais quoi to the whole thing.

Still, they are legitimately fighting. Head in the game, right? And fun as it is to fuck with the guy, Kai's not willing to be that he's not gonna actually torture him to get what he wants. The witch is into pain, sure, but the important part of that is context. And he's really not into the lack of control that would come with actual, literal torture. So. Y'know. He should probably stop flirting and start fucking thinking.

❝ What, you think I'm gonna fold just 'cause of a little pain? ❞ Okay, so maybe part of the plan is continuing to flirt. What's so bad about that? Like, if it works then it works, who cares. And like --- okay, maybe he leans into it, lets the blade cut further into his neck, wicked grin as he flutters his lashes and makes his voice just that little bit more husky; ❝ Sounds like a good time to me. ❞

"I think I'll be a pretty big distraction, and I'm not gonna apologise for it."

He groans low in his throat at her words. Cause he just - god, he fucking loves this woman. ❝ Good. ❞

Kai's half caught up in the kiss, lost in the softness of her lips, the taste of the lipgloss she's got on. Then she bites at him, pulls his lip between her teeth and fuuuck. He whines, leans into her. He's a little (a lot) breathless when she pulls away to speak again.

❝ Keep talking like that and I'm gonna think you're itching for me to make you cum on the counter. ❞ Despite the words the witch's words are half whimper. He sighs, presses forward to steal another kiss before he giggles; ❝ That's not very hygienic. ❞

"I don't want to lose you, either," Yeong said. "I love you more than anything in the world. You made me the person I am today. I'm a better person because of you. I'm less angry. I don't drink as much. And when I do, it's mainly with you. I would do anything for you. And that... Well that includes letting Ji-Wan live, if it means you're happy."

He sighed softly. This was where the "but" came in.

❝ I'm gonna fix this, I'm – ❞ His voice is shaking, unsteady. He hates this, all of it, the fucking mess that he made (time to lie in it, isn't it?) But Kai doesn't know how to let go. He never has, was never good at it, always want, want, want.

Because he's selfish --- fundamentally so --- and he wants Yeong. He wants his best friend in ways he really fucking shouldn't, and he wants Ji-Wan, and he wants to have both of them. But he also knows that isn't fair. He was always going to lose, it was just a matter of time. He has to make a choice.

❝ I promise. ❞

All she can think about is him being someone looking for her.

❝ I'm Kai, ❞ he says, quick and even. His eyes follow the flames, the way they flicker and gleam as she speaks.

He's not scared of her either, is the thing --- not really. He's a little bit scared FOR her, because he's pretty damned sure she's not some murderous freak running around in the woods looking for her next victim. Like, she seems more panicky than anything else, and he just... his instincts are telling him to try and help. If she'll let him.

❝ I'm just camping out here, tryna find a good water source. ❞ He motions to the canteen strapped at his hip, hands still palm-up and obvious.

“well that's given,”   he muttered.  kyran ran a hand back through his hair,  pushing away a few strands that had fallen into his eyes.  trouble.  it seemed to be the only godsdamned thing that found him nowadays,  though partly his own fault with how he rushed into danger.  

If nothing else, they've got one thing in common; the need to put their talents to good use. For Kai, though, it just so happens that he does enjoy his line of work. He's good at it --- what's wrong with that? And s'far as he's concerned, he's doing good. Y'know. For the most part. Dangerous creatures, villains, destructive critters that encroach on settlements and trade routes; getting rid of them is a good thing, isn't it?

He watches Kyran with a wavering grin. It's hard, right, to keep his jovial mask up in the face of the other's concern. He does his best, though, if only to try and level-out the amount of worry they have going into this. Just, like, as a collective.

The ranger tilts his head, sucking his tongue at the question. Is there a way? Well, yeah, sure --- but he doesn't really think any of them would work in their favour. Or, like, are even really possible.

❝ It's not impossible, buuut... ❞ He hesitates for a moment, but then he sighs. No point sugarcoating, is there? ❝ We've got the problem of a bit of a timer, with Mayrina in her clutches. There's no telling when the hag will tire of her and all our options to lure her out take the one thing we don't have: time. ❞

Kai kicks at the ground, absent-mindedly chewing on the inside of his cheek. One hand moves to fiddle with his dagger. Just sort of... pent up energy. He's dealt with worse odds before, but he's never completely devoid of nerves.

❝ She can still bleed in there, yeah. If we're careful, and clever, we might yet make it out with most of our limbs intact. ❞ It's something, isn't it?