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𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳  𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 .  ＤＥＰＥＮＤＥＮＴ  vs. descentintohellhqs , featuring  𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑  ,  𝘊𝘈𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘙   ;   𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍  ;  original character penned by 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚎 . est . 𝟸021 . 

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊  ;   event 003 

𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎  ;   much like his decorating taste , his style can be very eclectic. daeramarr really said screw it all and went with an elaborate , yet fitted , floral suit that doesn’t at all scream spring in the way others did. his hands are covered in mixed metal rings , ears and nose pierced. his naturally blonde ( he’ll have you know ) hair tousled as it failed to stay gelled in place. 

“  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐇𝐄𝐑  well  then  ,  your  queen,  ”  daeramarr  pried.  he  himself  had  yet  to  have  a  heart  to  heart  with  the  dear  seelie  queen  ,  but  he’d  be  lying  had  he  not  admitted  to  the  occasional  varied  glances  each  time  he  passed  a  seelie  guard  or  neared  one  of  the  estates  that  very  well  could  have  kept  the  precious  queen.  ‘  an  entire  realm  at  her  disposal,  ’  he  thought.  the  blond’s  eyes  wandered  ,  each  and  every  unfamiliar  aspect  of  the  seelie  realm  all  the  more  unknown  when  he  really  thought  about  it  ;  something  he  tended  to  avoid.

☀ — &&  CLOSED STARTER FOR  @rcvenants​  !!

CAMILLA IS NOT MUCH OF A NOSTALGIC PERSON ,  usually  —  she likes the possibilities of the  here and now  too much to dwell on the past overly much ;  but for perhaps the first time in her life, the  ‘ here and now ’  is  static ,  blocked.  ( there is no place else to  run  from her emotions but the  past ) . after whiling away the last few days lying on a variety of cosi’s carpets, her only enjoyment derived from watching her nieces and nephew play happily and without a care in the world  —  thus compelling her to  appear  the same way so as not to upset them  —  she’s decided a change of scenery is necessary. after all, the cottage by the lake is there just for  that reason ;  and it’s where she keeps all her little baubles, trinkets and  distractions ,  anyways.  ( in retrospection ;  her little protected hide-out is not the  best  place for valuables, though. )  the demon almost doesn’t  notice  the ring is missing ;  she usually wears it, just hadn’t  that day  in the woods, and hasn’t bothered  properly dressing  since .  a beat of calm silence, then the  nerves  hit and she begins searching frantically through her jewelry box ;  drawers and cupboards ;  on the floor and under furniture.  “ oh no, no,  no . ”

of course ;  of all the things to go missing, it  had  to be teresa’s ring. the small gold band with the tiny gems  ( one sapphire, two rubies )  was the only piece of jewelry she’s  always  carried with her throughout the centuries ;  the only memento from  home  she’d fortunately brought over even  here .  gone .  now .  camilla sits on the floor, feeling empty.  then angry .  it’s as much a part of her as the vessel she inhabits  —  surely, with a little bit of  effort  …  the demon’s head tilts, her eyes flash  gold ,  then grow darker, into an almost  sickening  shade of yellow before they close completely. a small, flame-like light in the darkness ;  a  tug .  ( too far away to simply have been  lost  when she knows exactly where she left it . )  it’s been a while since she’s used her power  this much ;  but then, she has a lot of  energy  to unload. camilla is dressed in a blink and stands in a  doorway  the next, any potential protection spells  burned away  with less than a thought and a snap of her wrist.  “ hello there, ”  she greets the person on the other side more  sweetly  than her entrance might justify ;  though her eyes still shine in the same dangerous color as before.  “ i believe you have  something  that belongs to me? ”

❝   𝔡. 

𝐀  𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘  𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒  were  pulled  apart  when  daeramarr  caught  his  unnatural  footing  on  a  pile  of  books  he  knew  only  by  cover.  a  paper  cut  on  flesh  he’d  never  need  to  worry  about.  the  human  formed  dragon  was  lucky  to  have  missed  the  ink  stained  pages  he  slipped  on  a  few  days  ago  ,  but  such  was  the  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  he’d  come  to  live  by.  it  was  his  comfort.  the  treacherous  journey  across  misplaced  items  and  forgotten  keepsakes  all  came  to  an  end  when  his  hands  ,  cold  to  the  touch  ,  wrapped  around  pure  silver  ,  an  ironic  twist  in  such  a  place  with  all  things  considered  ,  and  the  red  crimson  liquid  inside  downed  his  throat  and  past  drying  lips.  and  so  it  began  ,  the  repetitious  nature  of  his  short  lived  time  here  in  the  seelie  realm.  he  was  a  creature  of  habit.  only  ,  not  everyone  seemed  to  share  in  that  knowledge.  

mid  pour  when  the  liquid  splashed  against  the  cups  edge  his  steely  blue  eyes  failed  to  watch  where  the  liquid  fell  next  in  favor  of  the  pretty  little  golden  haired  woman  at  the  door.  although  ,  those  words  might  not  be  the  best  way  to  describe  how  misplaced  the  pair  of  eyes  were  compared  to  her  softer  features.  it  was  as  if  the  original  painter  failed  to  finish  his  own  work  of  art  and  another  centuries  later  finished  off  the  job.  

SILVER EYES FOCUSED on the seelie barista in front of her, a small smile forming on her lips as she ordered her coffee. the girl had grown used to her orders, and vala had grown rather fond of the girls since they reminded her of zee and her friends back in spain. but the dragon hadn’t made much effort to get to know them. she stood back to wait for her drink, letting her mind wander as she did. a part of her wondered if perhaps she should’ve dragged vik along with her. it was strange to be apart again now that they’d reunited. she’d missed him, and was tempted to just drag him along with her everywhere, but she didn’t want to suffocate him. 

   she smiled when the seelie called her name, taking the drink, “ thank you, ” she smiled, about to turn to head back outside when she heard a familiar voice. his accent was different, some of the familiarity of her own russian accent mixed with… english ? but his voice, she recognised his voice. she’d barely begun to fix things with ana, and she’d only just found vitalaeryss, and this realm was throwing another of her siblings who, by the tone used, still held anger for her. which she couldn’t truly blame him for. but just as she hadn’t stopped to explain herself all those years ago, no one had stopped to question why vala and vik had suddenly turned on their family.

   “ well, you can always wait for him to join us, ” she turned slowly, her lips having tipped back into a neutral expression. she regarded him. his face was the same, and as the thought crossed her mind, she wondered if she’d perhaps been expecting some of her siblings to appear significantly different when they eventually crossed paths again. she took a slow sip of her coffee, eyes still focused on her brother.

❝   𝔡. 

“  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐈  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  have  done  well  with  patience  little  sister.  ”  daeramarr  paused  on  the  last  word  to  part  his  lips.  centuries  ago  he  often  would  have  been  sick  of  calling  out  to  the  twin  who  hardly  listened  to  him  when  she  wanted  to.  now  ,  it  felt  𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙽.  “  besides  ,  i’m  almost  surprised  he’s  still  alive.  i  thought  you  two  had  such  a  bloody  hard  on  for  killing  people  who  trust  you  it  would  have  been  your  fate.”  maybe  karma  didn’t  play  by  the  same  rules  with  dragons  like  it  seemed  to  with  everyone  else.  

the  ambiance  of  the  cafe  certainly  hadn’t  left  daeramarr  with  the  same  warm  and  fuzzy  feelings  so  many  of  the  coffee  consumers  seemed  to  have.  smiles  ,  giggles  ,  everything  he  would  have  stereotyped  the  faeires  to  be.  and  then  there  was  the  appearance  of  a  man  with  dragon’s  blood  in  his  veins  ,  currently  somber  and  brooding  during  the  unhappy  family  reunion.  “  so  ,  we  should  get  this  over  with  now.  ”  daeramarr  gestured  to  the  nearest  empty  table  he  could  spot.  from  past  memories  their  arguments  could  get  rather  heated.  

“  here.  ”  his  long  leg  kicked  the  chair  leg  he  passed  ,  a  round  about  order  for  vala  to  take  a  seat  as  daeramarr  did  across  from  the  one  he  delegated  her  to.  once  seated  with  his  legs  stretched  out  and  hands  on  the  table  ,  his  index  finger  and  thumb  toying  with  the  silver  band  on  his  opposite  hand  ,  daeramarr  gave  his  sibling  a  pointed  look.  “  did  you  want  to  start  with  begging  for  my  forgiveness  or  should  we  skip  straight  to  the  part  where  i  tell  you  what  a  horrible  little  monster  two  you  are  ?  ”  his  steely  eyes  refused  to  hold  his  sister’s  gaze  for  more  than  a  moment  before  they  reverted  back  to  the  rings  he  toyed  with.  it  was  still  unsettling  ,  like  seeing  a  𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓.  maybe  dickens  wasn’t  too  far  off  about  the  christmas  past  or  whatever  he  wrote  about  ,  daeramarr’s  attention  span  only  held  onto  the  moral  of  that  story  in  his  own  mind  :  𝙱𝙴  𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙷.  

☠️ - does your muse fear death ?

𝐍𝐎. there was a point he did fear what suffering awaited him , namely when he angered an entire coven of witches , but that’s a long story. it could be because it’s not something he thinks of often , the idea of just no longe existing. if he did , that’d be enough to make him fear what little he’s done with himself. 

🤞 - what’s the most impulsive thing you can picture your muse doing

honestly , name it. likely chance he has done it. as far as daeramarr is concerned , trusting anyone would be considered reckless and impulsive , but ya know , 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒. the most impulsive thing he has ever done would be a secret he’s keeping dear to his heart , but that’s for another day.

💥 - is your muse reckless ? or too cautious and paranoid ?

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. given that death does not come so easily to his kind , daeramarr has lived his life for the better part of several centuries tempting fate and diving head first into self destruction. the only paranoia he has comes in the form of losing everything as it happened once before. ( he has an unhealthy attachment to objects , anything tangible since his trust with others is almost laughable. ) 

🎭 - does your muse try really hard to compensate for something ?

generally everything daeramarr does seems like he is overcompensating for something. but in this case he does have a sense of loss that he missed out on what was typical for his species , finding the 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. so he’s been trying to play catch up and in the process compensate for lost time. everybody needs a hobby. 

⬛ - what are some bad traits your muse might have ?

𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒. given his history , daeramarr has always felt some sort of affinity for witches which also includes their mortality. there was a recent point in his history he tried to bargain his true form away for that mortality. and being that he is quite the eclectic sort , daeramarr doesn’t like the mentality of , “ what’s yours is yours ” it’s very limiting. 

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃. if you were to visit him in any one of the estates he’s collected over the centuries , that includes where he resides in the seelie realm , you’d find nothing looks like it has a place yet it all does , to him anyway. this also ties into him being very 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘. he likes to lounge about and not be disturbed for the most part. 

💦 - mannerisms that your muse has when they’re shy or nervous

it’s a bit of a toss up , depending on the reason he’ll either never shut up or not say a word , though the former seems to be the case most often. 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 or 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 , there is no in-between with him. daeramarr will also be the type to try and impress if it is a another he is nervous to be around , that never ends well. then there are the physical gestures , he’ll constantly fiddle with something in his grasp , bounce his leg , tap his foot or pace around. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋  ,  lean  figure  kept  his  back  pressed  against  the  stone  wall  draped  in  climbing  vines.  his  attention  occupied  by  a  long  golden  chain  twirled  and  twisted  by  heavily  ring  decorated  fingers.  this  truly  was  as  mystical  of  a  realm  as  he  could  imagine  ,  almost  sickeningly  so.  blooming  flowers  and  butterflies  fluttering  about  the  spring  village  had  gone  ignored  ,  all  in  favor  of  the  trinket  the  human  formed  dragon  played  with.  because  that’s  all  it  was  in  the  grand  scheme  of  things  ,  another  item  in  his  collection  ,  𝐀  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.  “  ah.  i  wouldn’t  step  there  ,  ”  daeramarr  warned  the  child-like  being  he  spotted  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye.  he  hadn’t  said  much  more  past  that  ,  nor  given  a  reason  to  his  warning.  

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐎𝐍𝐄  ,  the  other  was  never  too  far  behind.  but  it  had  come  far  sooner  than  the  appearance  of  a  man  with  dragon  blood  in  his  veins  had  even  thought.  his  steel  blue  gaze  followed  the  dancing  waves  that  rippled  from  one  end  of  the  pool  ,  to  something  (  in  this  case  𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴  )  far  more  interesting  and  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑.  and  while  their  sister  received  an  emotional  reaction  from  spontaneity  alone  ,  the  only  acknowledgment  daeramarr  gave  the  twin  was  the  slightest  arch  of  a  brow.  “  i  imagine  she  told  you.  ”  general  friendly  introductions  avoided  as  expected  ,  as  he  was  entirely  not  delighted  to  see  vitalaeryss.  “  you  two  always  did  tell  each  other  everything.  ”

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑'𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐏  𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐃  at  sudden  eye  contact  ,  his  expectations  for  a  run  in  with  such  creatures  in  their  own  home  had  been  uncharacteristically  low.  𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚈  𝙷𝙸𝙼.  nevertheless  ,  a  smile  came  ,  forced  upon  his  features  as  if  the  opposite  would  come  as  some  great  offense.  “  if  we  keep  meeting  like  this  ,  ”  he  began  ,  with  words  put  to  a  stop  by  a  nearly  mimicked  reaction  from  the  fae  perched  upon  a  chair  just  outside  the  alley  cafē.  her  green  eyes  were  piercing  ,  quizzical  even  as  daeramarr  took  a  step  off  the  path  to  the  cafe  entrance.  “  wrong  faerie  ,”  daeramarr  clarified  ,  “  you  all  start  to  look  the  same  after  awhile.  ”  insult  to  injury  ,  as  the  tall  ,  slender  figure  parted  from  his  present  company  the  dull  words  ,  “  i  don’t  know  how  i’ll  ever  find  tinker  bell  now,  ”  would  eventually  come  to  be  the  final  nail  in  the  coffin  that  was  a  dying  acquaintanceship.  

the  first  of  many  daeramarr  would  come  to  find  when  his  ring  decorated  fingers  pushed  the  door  open  with  little  effort.  𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳  𝙷𝙴𝚁.  his  face  paled  ,  turning  a  sickly  white  shade  likened  to  a  vampire  as  the  blood  drained  from  his  cheeks.  he  had  seen  this  moment  in  his  mind  so  many  times,  replying  exactly  what  words  he’d  say  to  the  twins  ,  if  any.  but  even  daeramarr  ,  who  for  the  past  half  a  century  had  called  himself  casper  ,  couldn’t  place  a  label  on  the  exact  emotion  he  felt.  but  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃  was  close.  

ＩＴ＇Ｓ ＢＬＡＳＰＨＥＭＹ  ; 𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘋𝘚 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘚𝘌𝘕𝘚𝘌 𝘕𝘖 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 . 𝚍𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.