Niven really hated leaving Zenith’s side normally. Yet when his friend called he practically jumped in excitement. He didn’t have many friends and almost zero that were into ghosts like him. He was mainly jumping up to take a picture of some footage he got the night before, and practically singing in exctiment to show the dark figure in the video. 

       ❋ @ceramic-universe ❋ @daretcbe ❋ @airxn ❋ @faillte ❋

Here’s to the role-players who have crafted complex characters –– ones who do not yield to anything but their own spirit. These amazing mun’s and characters are so beautiful and do not get enough appreciation IMO. They are characters who have traits similar to Caspian; soft but with edges. There is a beautiful part of these character’s, who instinct is to defend first rather than attack. 

[♟♟♟] –>                            “I’m not killing my twin. I mean, I know he was a jerk and stuff but… I dunno, I guess he needs me? How do families even work?”

         ❝ Bengal lets go! ❞ The deep and raspy voice of Caspian’s coach called as the young boy laid on his back on the slightly damp field. He wanted to speak, lifting a hand and giving a dismissive wave at his coach while he muttered the words ‘just a few more minutes’ under his breath. ❝ Up Up Up! ❞ The coach again, causing Caspian to moan and slowly sit up. He was the Captain and normally the one to tell other players behaving like this to cut it out. But combine that with a long day yesterday, a bad nights sleep, and failing his silence test, he wasn’t exactly in the best of moods. Soccer had lifted his spirits enough though, even as he sat up and laboured to his feet with a whine of complaint. 

         Practice was over at least, and now Caspian sloppily walked back towards the bench, feet dragging in the dampened grass. It had rained about an hour ago, the spring chill of the air only reaching Caspian now because his back was soaked and he was no longer working hard. After the coach gave his speech on good team work and energy, the Captain shifted and flopped himself down on the bench, pulling a sweater over his shoulders while he sat and checked his phone. 

          ❝ Hey anyone got a little brother? ❞ One of the other teammates asked, glancing around the remaining people. Caspian looked up, golden eyes curious to see what the fuss was about. Brows furrowed when he saw the small boy in the distance, only a few feet away from the goal posts on the field. ❝ No... What in the name of Shiv is he doing? Is he by himself? ❞ Caspian asked, glancing to the teammate who had first voiced his concern –– though those sentiments seemed to pass as the defensemen patted Caspian on the back and bid his Captain farewell before walking away. Caspian slowly began to pack up his gym bag as the teammates began to leave, he was always the last to go back to the showers anyway.