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openΒ to:Β anyone! muse:Β savannahΒ banks,Β earlyΒ -Β midΒ 30s,Β weddingΒ planner.
"iΒ knowΒ youΒ didn'tΒ callΒ meΒ hereΒ justΒ toΒ catchΒ up.Β youΒ saidΒ youΒ wantΒ toΒ talkΒ aboutΒ it,"Β aΒ sighΒ escapedΒ her.Β "soΒ letsΒ talkΒ aboutΒ it."
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open to m. muse: olivia hong, corporate lawyer plot: our muses are / headed to divorce. olivia drops by unexpectedly and runs into a woman leaving your muse's apartment.
"well answer the question - did you like her in the morning?"
@pxnkrps " "if something happens to you, i'll never forgive myself." (from Eden)"
"Well, nothing will if you join me. I'm a strong enough warrior, but even I appreciate magic help," replied Ovi. A mercenary hired by Eden's father, him and his group were proving themselves with each 'battle' they dominated in. Now the last one was against a magical beast, and while their weapons were enchanted, a mage hadn't joined their party just yet. "I'll kidnap you myself if I need to," he teased.
Open: to Males
Muse: Princess Daphne of Elarion, 23
Plot: princess and her forbidden lover- her knight/guard (age gap is fine too)
Daphne stood in the quiet of the castle gardens, her heart pounding in her chest. The soft glow of the moon painted everything in a silver light, but it couldnβt illuminate the turmoil inside her. her breath caught in her chest as the echo of the kiss lingered on her lips. For a moment, everything around her seemed to fade awayβthe soft rustling of the trees, the distant call of night creatures, the anxious tension in the air. It was just her and her trusted knight, whose hand had just left the warmth of her cheek.
She pushed him away with a trembling hand, her heart racing. "What are you doing?" her breath shaky as she glanced around, making sure no one had seen. "No... this isnβt right." Her voice trembled, though she tried to steady it. The weight of her engagement to Prince Darius felt unbearable. The marriage wasnβt her choice, but a political arrangement to prevent the war that loomed between their kingdoms. It was the only way, the only thing that would protect her people, and yetβ
Her hand pressed to her lips, still tingling from the kiss, and she felt a deep sadness well in her chest. "Iβm promised to him," she whispered, her eyes teary. "I canβt be with you. I canβt... We canβt."
Small open starter for mutuals
He breathed out in pain, holding his chest as Elliot knew he had been winded badly. βFuck-β he muttered, moving a hand to his forehead as he could feel blood trickling down the side of his face. He couldnβt remember what had happened or how he got here. Elliot allowing his eyes to fall shut again, groaning as soon as he heard a voice. βIβm here-β he called out in a strain, too weak to move. He needed help and fast, though Elliot was unsure of what had actually happened to him and who was coming to hopefully rescue him.
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The fact that her coworkers convinced her to do this should have been evidence enough of her combined boredom and dissatisfaction -- it was hard enough explaining to her friends what she did for a living, let alone making her life palatable to potential suitors.
She'd hardly listened to the person sat opposite her and breathed a sigh of relief as the bell chimed and they moved to the next table.
She rubbed a hand on her neck.
"You'll have to forgive me -- I'm just not used to this sort of thing."
open to: anyone // @indiestarter
plot: noah is a low-budget horror movie actress and she and your muse are attending a fan convention in the middle of nowhere. we could keep this slice-of-life or make things take a turn for the creepy. i'm talking serial killer, cryptids, whathaveyou!
"...and so fuck off, my good friend."
Noah had had enough of the creepy fan's requests for photos. They started off innocent enough: He wanted a selfie, and so she stood next to him. But he cozied up a little too close for comfort. Next he wanted a video message for his friend who couldn't make it to the con. Doable. She didn't even charge the $20 other actors were charging. The straw that broke the camel's back, however, was when he asked for a picture of her boobs. And just her boobs.
She had half a mind to call security and get him kicked out, but she didn't want to risk any of it reflecting negatively on her online or something. Best to just tell him off. At least it seemed to work. The fan turned and pathetically walked away.
With a roll of her eyes, she sat back down at her booth, needing a break from the con chaos. Thankfully, she saw a familiar face approach. "Back with snacks, I hope?"
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