#neverparted

*squints at* oh /wow/

I shouldn’t be surprised after all the crap I’ve heard from other people. I’ve just never experienced it myself. 

Good thing I don’t give up! Another ticket has been submitted. :P

alex / @neverparted —

eeeee!! alex! okay so i’m a trash roleplay partner. i haven’t replied to you on any of our??? like nine + threads. i’m so behind on this blog in general, but please know that i adore the crap out of you and always have / will. honestly, i think you’re the only person on any blog i’ve ever had where i’ve had... nine or more threads with at one time. and for awhile we just kept adding plot after plot after plot and like... it was glorious. even now despite us not adding more to the mix (i’m kind of grateful just bc... wowie we have so many), we have SO MANY STORY LINES to mess with. but i wanna focus on your thomas real quick. i would not have watched that movie had i not met / interacted with you. it’s because of YOUR portrayal that i did, tho, and i’m forever grateful ngl. it made me love the character even more, and it made me further appreciate all of the thought and effort and time you put into thomas. you’ve developed him so much over the years, and he’s just... idk you’ve done such a beautiful job with him. i can’t thank you enough for doing what you’ve done.

The redhead was smart enough to avoid getting herself killed by coming off as a rebel, at least before she was sure that the idiot that got her there in first place was strong enough to end her condition, either that, or until she found a way to safely escape herself. 

That however, didn’t mean that she had forgotten her identity. No slavery was going to stop royal blood from running through her veins. Her back was straight, her chin high and proud, and no attempts to hide herself were made. Not even when the lack of clothing and the naughty stares of most of the present men would have been enough to put any lady to shame. At least none of them made an attempt to touch her.

She took notice of the silent man since he arrived. So solemn. When he approached her, a smile appeared on her face. He gave her a respect that she didn’t expect to find that night, and she returned it with a bow of her head, the ways of her people more than the manners of a slave. His advances more than well received.

It didn’t take long before a vain talk on things she didn’t care about turned into gentle touch. True enough, she was aware that it was her duty, but even if it wasn’t Hefzy was more than willing to provide. Not to mention that in any case, it was a chance to get herself the favour of a noble. 

Her lips interlocked with him, and it was soon clear that she lacked the shyness of the other slaves. “Dominus”  She whispered on his earth, half a request, half a moan; as his hands wandered free through her body. The woman was aware that he was not the man that owned her. Not that she accepted someone truly did. But that word would be enough to leave a hint to him. Skilled fingers worked their way down on the laces of his clothing and her lips departed from his own in order to find the skin of his neck, where she nibbled gently.

“ Good evening… “ She whispered, bending over the table to look at his maps and charts closer. Eirena was curious about the business of the man - of the humans who traversed over her home day in and day out. It was why Eirena was so close, so intent to know this man more in depth than usual.  And then his hand came up, running over her thigh and she paused in her examinations to glance over at him.

“Some of these costumes are so extravagant. They must have cost a fortune.” [from thomas]

“It does seem a bit of a waste, all that fuss for one night.” Not that she’d really stinted about it herself, but her dress at least could go back into the wardrobe and be worn again - even if not for a while. There weren’t many ‘big events’ in this neck of the woods.

A long sigh escaped her lips, gazing up at the massive ship apprehension in her stomach. The young heiress looked back to her maid and frowned as if expecting an answer for her unsaid thoughts. The other woman only shrugged as she handled the parcels that’d been in the vehicle with them.  Turning her blue eyes back to the ship, Yue only felt the worry grow in the pit of her stomach, though she was a nervous creature by nature.

“It doesn’t seem that interesting...This is the ship papa is so gungho we take back to New York? It doesn’t look that impressive, as such...I do not see why we have to end our holiday early just for it’s maiden voyage...”

Yue placed her hands on her hips even feeling the slight shame at how childish she was acting. Her lovely lavender purple chiffon dress standing out against the usual white or dark colors common for high fashion at the time. The sash around her waist a deep near maroon purple, adorn with a small bouquet of fake flowers. This crystal covered adornment shimmered against the light of the midday sun. The two tier dress, layered with soft transparent lace, forming a v shape on both layers. Her hat a simple traveling hat with a ribbon tied under her chin. 

The maid only chuckled as she took to directing the labor hands to where the trucks and such where to go. Miss Yue was always one of habit, disliking massive change. Had been such since she was a child, less she thought it her idea. Then she went full steam ahead to do as she pleased. Thus the middle aged woman had often taken to just smiling and ignoring the heiress little quips.

“Kya why can’t we stay with the other classes, look at them they all look so delighted to be here. Much better than sitting around listening to the gossip of the ladies all day.”

A soft breeze had blown her abnormal white hair away from her face, having always have some wisps falling from her bun. Yue watched the third class longingly, they looked as if it was a new beginning, something to be cherish. Most excitedly boarding, massive smiles among them. How she longed to be over there with them. Seeing this as a grand trip, rather than a slow moving ball and chain as she did. Bringing her back to New York, to be carted off to a man she despised. 

Her eyes settled on a rather tall man boarding with the rest, though he seemed somewhat different from the others. Least in the way he carried himself, he seemed to have purpose though not with the glee those around him carried. She watched fascinated until their eyes met, perhaps him sensing himself being watched.

“Madam, it’s time to board.”

                “See, this is why we can’t have a peaceful trip!”

The ground was shaking now, and the distinct sound of metal being dragged on concrete filled the air. He’d heard of the “legend,” naturally, but neither he nor Lucille had had the chance to deal with an actual Goatman. Thomas sighed, but he didn’t bother taking his weapon out. If it weren’t for the fact that he was now immortal, he would have fired a round of bullets into the creature. Instead, he reached over and held on to Einmyria’s collar to keep her from launching herself at the beast.  

The young woman simply laughed as the ground began to shake, the sound almost manic as she saw the beast starting to make its way towards them. Her finger was already itching towards the trigger as she started to raise the gun, attempting to aim it at the Goatman’s chest. But as she went to lunge towards him, she felt Thomas’ grip on her collar, holding her back and attempting to stop her from attacking.

Hi guys! I know I’ve been away for ages (yeeearrrs) and is a sucky rper (also I can’t mention some of you for some reason) - anyway, give me a headsup if you wanna continue the threads! Woooo threads from 2016~~~ Srsly tho, I miss some of our plots/ships/threads.

Also, in case you forgot who I am, it’s TECH013

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