#hmratking

Kelah looked up at the Kings approach, standing up quickly. “My Ki-” She blinked in surprise at the sudden kiss. Blush colouring her cheeks even as she returned the fleeting moment of contact. “My King.” Before she could think rationally the woman stood on her tip toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, for everything you’ve given to me. My King.” Stepping back she would give him a respectful bow and turn to walk away, needing a bit of space to keep herself from doing something terrible. 

"Your Highness," She addresses him with the utmost respect, bending in a bow before rising "Of course I am curious about your Kingdom. I am curious about a great many things, but I am not your pet." Tattooed fingers run across her throat in a sweeping gesture, showing a distinct lack of ownership, "But yes, I am oh so curious. I am giddy with excitement at the stories that are to be found there."

I definitely can be. I didn’t used to be. I’d RP with anyone willing to RP, and try out most if not all plots.

However, I’ve become reclusive and selective to avoid drama, and those that tend to stir the pot just for the sake of it. I’m also selective because I’m finding myself with less time than I used to have, and as such, less of an attention span.

There’s so many characters I have, and not enough time, and I tend to stick to a few people as those I write with regularly to the point where I feel absolutely gutwrenchingly guilty for not writing other characters either at all, or barely (Elena, Miriam, Juliette, Linnadhiel, just to name a few). So much so I’ve considered killing off one or two of them so that others aren’t waiting in limbo for me.

It’s difficult too because I’ll want to write them, Miriam especially, but just not have the muse or ideas for her. I’m sort of stuck with her though, and I think that’s because I’ve had her for a decade.

TL;DR, I’m very selective. I don’t have time for many people, and I don’t have time for BS.

( Send me a symbol for Munday! )

god I’m glad this says “currently.”

It’s still a tie! But it’s not as long an answer as just flat-out “favorite song” would be.

Right now, it’s a toss-up between:

because Daughter of the Sea JUST. WON’T. DIE.

and my perennial favorite Blind Guardian song, which always creeps back to the fore of my mind when the weather gets colder and sunlight goes away earlier:

[ Set a few weeks prior to current events. ]

Like every good dance, the partners must be connected. To feel, there must be a common thread holding them together.

Lily.

It was a whisper, floating on the wind like a long forgotten breeze on a hot day. Still the push and pull between the two individuals was there because of the singular woman.

Step, step, turn.

The market was crowded but something seemed to be permeating the air. Desperation? Heart ache? A brokenness that could be felt to the core. It pulled at her senses.

Step, step, hold.

A shadow followed her but she did not know, lost in her own thoughts, trying to place the foreboding sensation that haunted her steps. A dance it was after all. Both parties seeking a resolution for the unknown pull.

Step, step, dip.

Cen paid for her goods, bending to collect the supplies that were set at her feet. A bow given before making her way back home. When the shadow finally materialized, a dance partner many would fear, pulled down the blackness.

Grasp, hold, breathe.

The blond before her had a place in her life that few would ever occupy. He meant something to her even if she didn’t fully understand how or why. This was not the same arrogance that she knew from before. It was utter defeat. Painful in its obviousness.

Look away and stop.

The Rat King in all his broken glory, a fallen angel slumped before her. She didn’t know his name, not really. It felt odd to address him with such a formal title, if that’s what it was.

“RK?” Yes, that would have to do.

“What’s wrong? Is L-” No, speaking that name now felt like sacrilege.

She simply moved closer, offering a hand. No words spoken. In this dance, she held control but would never lord it over the once proud man.

-More books.

-More candles.

My most gullible muse is probably Meryn; he’s always had more “street smarts” than actually learned intelligence. In a lot of cases if he knows someone’s gone through more schooling than he has is telling him something and they sound totally confident about it, he’ll absolutely initially believe them until he seeks out second and third opinions. 

My biggest drama queen is... also probably Meryn? But I’m not as sold on that.  This isn’t a trait I really aim for in my characters and I actively try to suppress in my RP -- it can be very non-conducive to walk up encounters and that’s about all that I do these days. I try not to ruffle feathers too much!