𝘖𝘍 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘛

                             𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍  /  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄

name : ryan london  /  nicknames :  ry  /  age  : 25   /  pronouns  : he + him  /  sexuality  : bisexual  biromantic  /  birthday  : january 10th  / stature :  five  feet  ten  inches  / zodiac  sign :  capricorn   /   occupation  :  personal trainer at agoge gym and volunteer at koala kingdom  /  residency  :  labyrinth apartments  /  pet ( s )  :  black lab named midnight  /  deity  :  minthe  /  status :  naiad nymph /  ability  :   frequent feelings of deja vu, snippets of memories that don’t seem to be his own

                  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄  :  𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐃  𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇

location: anywhere that makes sense idea: fiore is drunk and just being annoying as fuck let’s be real

fiore giggles like a school girl. “no fucking way!” he exclaims, already drunk, scrolling through his phone with a stupid, ridiculous smile on his face. he couldn’t believe he found an actual website that sold cat mittens ( even though it really isn’t that big of a deal ). but of course, a sober fiore thinks it’s the cutest thing ever, so a drunk fiore? he’s beyond ecstatic, making conversation about it with this poor bystander, or more like just rambling to them about absolute bullshit. “there’s this website that sells cat mittens! oh my god! i just ordered ten different colors!” did they even care? would he be this talkative if he wasn’t drunk? probably  not. “look, this one has little panda’s on it!” he drunkenly shows them his phone screen, adding it to his cart. why was he even so excited about this? maybe he just needs a distraction. he’s such a cat person, and honestly, the situation may even be considered cute, if he wasn’t normally such an asshole.

LOCATION: Labyrinth Apartments STATUS: Closed for @minthcs​

“Ryan? I know you’re home.” She says, knocking on his door. After the last week where she felt like death for reasons she couldn’t explain (thought she suspected like everything else that had happened it was somehow connected to the pink moon), Mysha finally felt reenergized. Which meant waking up before sunrise to drag Ryan out to go on a morning run before work. They could’ve met at the gym, she knew he probably would have preferred that, but she had a routine and was determined to stick through it. Besides she had already texted him the night before saying she was going to come by. “Come on. Don’t you want to watch the sunrise with me and Nila?” The dog was sitting patiently at Mysha’s side. “And I’ll buy you whatever you want from Ambrosia Juice Bar.” She pauses for a beat. “Or alcohol. Your choice.” 

                           𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍  /  𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊  𝐎𝐎𝟒

ryan  lives  in  an  apartment  with  midnight  and  his  roommate  (  wc  is  on  main  ).  he’s  a homebody,  and  despite  his  outward  demeanor,  ryan  gets  very  skittish  around  new  people.  most  people  don’t  ever  realize  it  because he  pushes through  those  feelings  and  puts  on  a  front,  but  that  makes  his  happy  places  the  gym,  and his  home.  

ryan  spends  most  of  his  time  gaming,  playing  with  midnight,  and  sitting  in  his  window  seat  either  reading  or  jotting  his  thoughts  down  in  his  journal.  his  therapist  recommended  it  for  the  times  that  he’s  feeling  extreme  emotions,  which  happens  more  often  than  not,  as  a  way  to  express  them  in  a  healthy  manner.  midnight  has  his  own  special  area  in  both  the  living  room  and  ryan’s  room,  but  given  how  spoiled  he  is,  most  of  the  time  he’ll  be  laid  out  on  ryan’s  bed,  or  trying  to  get  into  his  roommate's  lap  like  an  overgrown  house  cat.

who: open starter where: agora market when: at the end of the day

Esra was cleaning up her stall at the end of the day, fairly please with how the day had gone - there were good days and bad, running a small business in a place like this. She was the type of personality who absorbed that type of energy fully, so her mood could be affected without her even realizing it as the day went on. With a good day, she was humming slightly as she cleaned up, not even realizing it as she tidied up her things. 

“Sorry,” she said in lilting tone when she realized someone was approaching, turning to offer them a smile only to see they were a few steps off still, Esra distracted enough she had prematurely recognized their approach. She paused, her smile flickering for a beat before she pushed it back across her lips. “You caught me at the end of my day,” she added apologetically, hoping they would understand so she wouldn’t have to unpack everything for one last reading. 

he  wasn’t  one  for  tarot  readings,  frequently  stayed  away  from  anything  to  looked  to  be  similar  most  days.  most  days  even  just  the  mention  of  horoscopes  and  star  alignments  were  enough  to  have  ryan  tuning  out  of  the  conversation  or  swaying  it  towards  something  he  felt  was  more  concrete  and  interesting,  but  after  what  had  been  happening  ?  ryan  knew  for  a  fact  that  it  hadn’t  been  his  medicine  not  being  the  correct  dose,  or  lack  of  sleep  now  that  he’d  slept  soundly  for  a  couple  of  nights  and  things  that  didn’t  make  sense  were  still  happening. 

     𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝  ››  𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗   ›› 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎 @ 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜

if the day itself hadn’t been so hot then perhaps ralph wouldn’t have gone down to the shore after having dinner — there weren’t any waves worth catching, so he paddled out and just enjoyed sitting atop his board and watching the sun creep down below the horizon with his feet dangling in the water, then dipping under for what felt like fine minutes (it was, in reality, closer to nine, but ralph has no clue of that…) —- and watched the sunset from beneath the cresting waves, salt water in his eyes having NEVER been an issue.  – — but before it could get TOO dark, ralph headed back to shore and pulled himself out of the lapping ocean, shaking off beads of water with his board tucked up under a tattooed arm. he still felt warm despite the swim, it seemed to be increasing but he didn’t feel SICK or anything… just hot and bothered.  in the literal and a slight colloquial sense.

with a little grunt of exertion, he speared his board in the pliable, sand —- upon stepping back, noting the presence of another on the shoreline. “evenin,” he greeted, having been on he island for eight years, it was rare to NOT at least know a face, “planning on trying to cool off too, or is that just me?”

it  seemed  like  the  only  thing  that  had  been  able  to  drown  out  his  mental  anguish  and  the  voices  in  his  head  was  being  near  the  waves.  he  hadn’t  ever  been  on  to  just  take  walks  on  the  beach,  didn’t  especially  like  the  feeling  of  sand  between  his  toes  or  any  of  the  other  things  that  other  people  enjoyed.  how  the  push  and  pull  and  crash  of  waves  on  the  beach  had  been  able  to  get  him  out  of  his  head,  ryan  didn’t  know  but  he  was  grateful  for  the  little  bit  of  reprieve  that  he  was  getting.  he  hadn’t  even  seen  another  people  anywhere  near  him,  and  if  he  had  spotted  ralph  he  might’ve  thought  that  he  was  another  phantom  figure  that  popped  up,  so  hearing  the  greeting  made  him  pause.

Harley didn’t mean to be snappy. He hadn’t this many voices in his head in years. It was still overwhelming for him. He just hadn’t had the same medications he had when he was a teenager. “Oh, I thought … I thought you did. Sorry.” He flinched at his throbbing head. Harley was more than grateful for the painkillers. He was willing to take anything to make his head quiet. “Anything will help with whatever is going on in my head right now.” Harley was quick to take the packet. “I’d beat my head in with a hammer at this point to make it stop.” He tried to add some of his humor. “You don’t look so hot yourself? You need some of these.” 

Counting her footsteps, she was trying to distract herself from the energies bustling all around her. It would be one thing if they were all at the same level, but these vibrations were… off. Completely polarizing, actually. The young woman was about to turn around and head somewhere to recharge, when the tennis ball bounced to her feet. It was when she was in the process of going to retrieve it, that she found there was already a designated player in that role. An awfully cute one, at that. “Hello there.” Her laughter a divine sense of melody as the dog obviously adored the attention but wanted more. She was cautious in letting the canine sniff her hand before kindly patting their head. “Oh no -it’s quite alright.” Sloane was quick to dismiss the apology. Noticing a weight in his eyes, she couldn’t help herself from prying in the slightest. “Are you alright?” Genuine concern filling her irises.

if mahalia had her way she would have remained in her camp and the surrounding tree-lined areas… but given she had only intended ORIGINALLY to stay one night — thursday night, and it’s now saturday night —- she had come home to get a change of clothes and then gone for a quick shop to replenish some supplies…   she was on her way back when she was sidetracked by the most strangely NAGGING feeling,  (‘can’t you feel that?’ the nymph echo whispers somewhere inside her, not quite reaching mahalia.  not quite.   ‘turn, you’ll see him. can’t you tell? he’s one of our kind…’)  —- but when she turned her head towards the ‘source’ and saw only a person walking his dog… nothing UNUSUAL in any way. her muscles twitched to leave, but mahalia couldn’t put her finger on why she had turned towards him and her lingering caught the attention of the canine in question.    she paused, allowing the dog to scent her, not entirely comfortable around them as she had never owed one herself… “what- oh, yeah.  no, um, it’s totally fine.. i’m just not super experienced with dogs, i guess.”

She’s astute enough to recognize a condescending dismissal when she hears one, however, arguing in the middle of a loud, crowded club is surprisingly difficult, and she knows he’s far too drunk to take anything seriously anyways. Eyes narrow as he continues to call her out — God, he infuriates her sometimes. He’s one of the few who can get away with it without Sage threatening to destroy their entire life, though if Ryan continues, he may find he’s not so immune. “It’s not as enjoyable!” Really, it’s that she can’t shut her brain off without the help of alcohol ; she ends up hyperanalyzing the expressions on everyone’s faces, passively scanning for anyone who might be uncomfortable or at risk, mulling over cases and planning her next trip to the grocery store. And, maybe, she feels a hint of insecurity with the awkward swaying of her hips, stiff and stilted until she swallows a few shots and remembers how to move more smoothly. “I wish — but our chefs do’t work this late. The cafe closes at ten!” With a slight frown, she racks her brain, trying to recall the nearby restaurants. “There’s a place that does fries on the corner!”