#roleplay excerpt

Her lack of action had sunk her deeper, and her call to action had done nothing better. But for once, she was not going to let the weight of doing what she felt was right stop her from turning on her heel. She had her soul to consider. And for once, hers came first. Off she went, focusing instead on the dust beneath her feet that would not grace her boots for a time to come.

"Oh my God Marcello get any closer and I will actually bite you!" She heard Teo threaten, before coming to terms with the fact that she too was on the cusp of homicide.

Qurcaqi and Iyrn go on a date, one full of garish outfits, loud music, and some odd lady snorting rock salt. (Featuring @me-and-yuuqi hosted at @crescent-ffxiv Please use rock salt responsibly. )

Vorinthia: I guess not even my armor could protect me the other time... I suppose I shall submit to my defeat...

The thought of walking home seemed like a fine one to him. So fine, in fact, that he wasn’t quite aware that Annie was being whisked away from his side to throw her bouquet until she was practically on the floor to do just that. He paid close attention as all the single ladies, all the single ladies, gathered around his wife as she prepared to toss the bouquet into the air for them to catch, giving one lucky man in their life one more reason why they should put a ring on their finger. … Wait, wasn’t that a song? Yes. Timothy was paying very close attention, smirking as the bundle of flowers went up, and laughing quietly as it came down, accompanied by a sudden shriek of excited and hopeful voices crying out at once. The bouquet, however, didn’t fall into the hands of any hopeful-to-be brides, but instead landed squarely on the table that his brother and his brother’s, ahem, plus one, sat comfortably at. Well, probably uncomfortably, now... The entire room fell silent, except for, of course, a particular English accented howling coming from the direction of the groom, which soon faded into a few breathless ha-ha’s as he slunk into his chair, slipping farther and farther under the table with his face half covered.

"Why’re you even bothering with the destination? Maybe it’s been the same thus far, and maybe it’ll end up that way again, but you can’t know for sure. It’s not possible, no matter how likely it may seem. You need to keep your chin up. It’s like you’re looking to the future while staring at the ground."