Benzaiten

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

Soo... anyone up for a post?

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Oh well. I thought I would get to play a vampire who's 300 years old. I am not interested in playing any of the allowed characters, so I'm out. I wish everyone the best time here! Good luck to all.

Open World/ Slice of Life, Old Concept - New Take

@PrinceAlexus Did you try posting the interest check in two forums? General interest and Casual interest? Maybe that way more people spot the Interest Check?

Open World/ Slice of Life, Old Concept - New Take

@Pilatus That's unfortunate. I am looking for a good slice of life rp. Oh well

Open World/ Slice of Life, Old Concept - New Take

@Pilatus Is this still a thing?

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

I am sorry my last post was rather short and uninteresting.

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

---

---

The words of the woman felt like a breeze. Something that was soft and careful. She had this way of talking, the way she chose words to form to a sentence. The same way of talking most nobles seemed to carry with them. Rowan didn't know how to do that. She didn't know how to phrase her sentences or how to make her words sound so... eloquent. It had always intimidated her when someone spoke like this.

Rowan couldn't hide the slight confusion and the curiosity on her face anymore. The woman had, yet again, straight forward pointed something out that usually wasn't acknowledged in the presence of servants, or maybe even at all. She had mentioned that Rowan had been hit in the face. The servant blushed slightly, she felt ashamed. It shouldn't have been visible in the first place, but now that the woman had mentioned it Rowan was more than aware of the fact that she also knew that Rowan had been punished for not doing a good enough job. And now she would know that Rowan wasn't a good servant. She would only think less of her.

But there was something on her face, something in the way she smiled that almost made Rowan certain that she didn't think less of her, that she didn't assume that it was Rowan's fault at all - but really it was. The way she smiled, it looked so honest and pure, was beyond charming. She started to explain what she meant with her previous statement and Rowan couldn't help but think... was she babbling? The woman's eyes dropped onto the drink in her hands and for a second Rowan was sure it meant she didn't like the refreshment... but then she realized that it was rather a way of hiding her face. What would she need to feel embarrassed for? Rowan felt puzzled.

Rowan scarcely noticed the lady's attention turn towards the man, the one next to that attractive brunette woman who dissolved the encounter with the guard earlier, and she wondered if maybe the blonde beautiful woman in front of her and the noble man over there would be the match made in... in Merriedge. So she was taken aback even more so when the soft voice of said blonde woman rang to her ear with the question if Rowan danced. Her cheeks burned and she knew she was blushing more than before. Was she meaning to pull the man's attention towards herself by dancing with a servant? No of course not. The noble lady... dancing with a servant girl. How ridiculous. I've been in my fantasies too much! She clearly was just interested in knowing if a servant could dance at all. It was a question, nothing more, just a question, never an invitation.

Rowan thought about her answer. She could be truthful and tell her that she got the bruise on her cheek from dancing at work, but that would give her a second bruise right when the Madam would find her. She had no doubt that the Madam would find out about the things Rowan talked about with the guests. She had eyes and ears everywhere, servants who rotted you out to her. She could lie and tell her she hadn't danced a single time in her life. But maybe that would make the noble lady less satisfied.

"I dance after my shifts sometimes. When I am not in the way of anyone." That wasn't exactly untruthful. But neither was it the whole truth.

A pain in her right arm told Rowan that her limb was getting tired slowly. She was still holding the silver tray with some beverages up, just like she was supposed to. She almost wished she could hand it to some other servant and indulge into the smile conversation with the woman some more.

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

---

---

The noble woman she had approached turned to her and Rowan could now see her face. A beautiful, young face. Blue eyes. And those eyes were looking right back at her face. Rowan felt curiosity start to bloom inside of her. None of their guests had looked at her long enough to actually see her face. They either didn't care to look at the little servant girl or they were too busy looking at what was beneath her face, discreetly of course, they were nobles after all. But Rowan had noticed. She almost felt as though for the first time one of these noble people was actually seeing her as a person.

But the blonde woman's gaze on her face was lingering on one spot only, Rowan noticed. And in the next heartbeat she noticed that it was the cheek that had received a slap by the Madam earlier. She felt ashamed that she had even allowed herself to think someone in this room could look at her and look beneath the servants clothes she was wearing. Metaphorically, of course.

Rowan was quick to set a smile on her lips that was bright enough to hide that she might have been in pain before, but not bright enough to make it seem she was being too forward, too personal with the woman. Keep your distance. Don't attract attention. So many times she had heard those words.

Rowan could feel her heartbeat quickening. If the lady would bring it to anyone's attention that Rowan had a faint sign of a slap on her cheek, the night would be over for her. She would have to leave the ballroom and spend the rest of the night working behind closed doors where no guest would see her and feel 'discomforted by her appearance'.

When the woman spoke to her, Rowan was taken aback yet again. She apologized to her. And not only was it an apology, but she had just admitted that she had indeed been laying her eyes on her face for a little too long to be 'appropriate'. Not to mention that she had called her miss.

"It's my pleasure to serve you", Rowan answered with a smile and a slight bow to acknowledge the authority of the woman. She still had no idea who this woman was, but now she had peeked her interest. "Ma'am, you do not have to apologize." A moment later she decided to give an apology herself. "I am sorry if I caused you malaise." The servant didn't try to start a conversation, it wasn't on her to approach the guests with anything but the offer for refreshments and food. They ask, you answer. You do not talk to them otherwise. Rules, rules, rules. The night was young and Rowan already felt herself having trouble with sticking to the simpler rules.

Without having the intention to, her eyes skipped over to two other guests who had some trouble with a guard, but the situation seemed resolved and they were looking rather relaxed in their conversation. Rowan hoped that there wouldn't be complaints from the two nobles. Complaints usually didn't end well for the people working during this very important time. The woman caught her attention for a second. Rowan could hear the music playing so softly, her eyes drifted off to the dance floor and in her head she could see someone pulling her to the middle of the room and waltz with her and nothing else but the beautiful dance mattered. But that wasn't her reality.

Her eyes went back to the woman in front of her. Although her wandering eyes had only been away from the blonde woman's attention for a few seconds, she knew she shouldn't have let her curiosity on the situation with the guard get the best of her. Not paying your full attention towards a guest, even more so if they were talking to you, was considered extremely impolite and the Madam would be furious over Rowan's disrespectful behavior. Rowan scolded herself in her head. Her curiosity and seek for adventure and need for dancing have all gotten so much worse these past few weeks and it would be becoming a bigger problem if she couldn't learn to control herself. She knew she would be back to scrubbing floors and cleaning fireplaces by the next morning. Away from the music. Away from the dance floor, where she would hopefully be able to watch some of the guests dance so gracefully. It was the second best thing to dancing herself.

Possible Co-GM Vampire Roleplay

Something about this has peeked my interest. I'll keep an eye on it. If it happens to turn into a group rp rather than a 1x1, I might join.

Open World/ Slice of Life, Old Concept - New Take

Peeked my interest. I enjoy a good slice of life.