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What is that even supposed to mean? You know what... nevermind. Surprise me, I guess. I don't even wanna know.
It's ok. I have nothing planned. I'm a go-with-the-flow kinda gal you know?
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9 days ago
Why do all good things come to an end?
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I can't believe I binge watched this show. But damn Dark is so good.
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Or maybe melons>>> lemons?
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God now I have Daddy Cop stuck in my head. My fault xD
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And gave a big 'ol grin at the camera too. "Hey Drake." LMAO
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Hi, Qia here <3. I'm a gamer and RP fan just looking to have a good time.
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It's ok. I have nothing planned. I'm a go-with-the-flow kinda gal you know?
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You think this man, who doesn't care to be touched really, would dream about being naked or partially naked in front of two women? One who freaked him out and made him uncomfortable. The other who he knows is playing games and doing her job? I don't feel like that is a good dream to begin with to be honest. I think that's getting into a grey area of uncomfortable and possibly borderline anxiety inducing dream. You know those dreams were you feel like you fall off the bed and wake up with a gasp and your heart pounding out of your chest? Same level dream to him.
Baby steps then. Baby steps.
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That's just gonna traumatize him. Why do you wanna give this man nightmares?
Here I'm thinking that he would think it's a nice dream at first xD daaayuuum
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Those two just...greeting him as soon as he wakes up with that face haha.
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You're just wanting to keep me confused now, aren't you?
Perhaps :P
Maybe it's my turn to make an npc named Eric now. Hmm
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24 days ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hmm given today is a holiday, I'll probably have my sheet done by the end of the week :)
Interactions: Loni (@FernStone)
Elena took the scrap of paper, glancing at the red crayon scribble with an amused quirk of her lips before carefully tucking it into her jacket pocket. It was endearingly archaic, the kind of thing that felt ripped from a time when things were simpler—before numbers were mindlessly exchanged through screens, forgotten just as fast. But there was something about this, about its sincerity, that struck a chord. Loni wasn’t the kind to scrawl her number on napkins for just anyone. That much was obvious. And that made the gesture feel... significant.
“Guess I should start thinking about what kind of tea suits the occasion, huh? Something tells me you’re not the chamomile type.” Her voice held a teasing lilt, though there was an underlying honesty in her acceptance of the offer.
Her gaze wandered as Loni turned her attention to Luciana, the small girl wrapped in the folds of her mother’s presence. Luciana’s fingers clenched around Loni’s hand as if letting go might send her spiralling into something too vast to face alone. The ghosts of the day still clung to her, coiling in the soft tremors of her shoulders and the barely-there sniffles that punctuated the space surrounding them.
Elena wasn’t great with kids. Not that she disliked them—she just wasn’t used to them. But she could recognize what Luciana had gone through. And, for the second time that day, she found herself glad she had been there.
“Take your time with her. Days like this don’t fade fast,” she said, her voice softer now, lacking its usual humour. “But I’ll hold you to that. Next time, I expect to meet the real Luciana, not the curled-up burrito version.”
Her eyes flicked to the glisten of raw skin peeking beneath the folds of Loni’s adjusted blanket, the wound’s recent history written in shades of red and pink. Healing, but not forgotten. She’d heard stories of Adepts who wielded Green Lux, but witnessing its effects firsthand was something else entirely. It was something both miraculous and unsettling, like watching time itself be rewound.
Her fingers drifted back to the folded note in her pocket, brushing against the edges as if to confirm it was still there. Then, with a slow shift of weight, she angled toward the door. “I should probably get going soon, let you both rest,” she said, though there was no real rush in her tone. “But I’ll keep this.” She patted her jacket where Loni’s number was tucked away. “And I’ll be in touch.”
She meant it. Even if she wasn’t sure yet where this would all lead.
“Guess I should start thinking about what kind of tea suits the occasion, huh? Something tells me you’re not the chamomile type.” Her voice held a teasing lilt, though there was an underlying honesty in her acceptance of the offer.
Her gaze wandered as Loni turned her attention to Luciana, the small girl wrapped in the folds of her mother’s presence. Luciana’s fingers clenched around Loni’s hand as if letting go might send her spiralling into something too vast to face alone. The ghosts of the day still clung to her, coiling in the soft tremors of her shoulders and the barely-there sniffles that punctuated the space surrounding them.
Elena wasn’t great with kids. Not that she disliked them—she just wasn’t used to them. But she could recognize what Luciana had gone through. And, for the second time that day, she found herself glad she had been there.
“Take your time with her. Days like this don’t fade fast,” she said, her voice softer now, lacking its usual humour. “But I’ll hold you to that. Next time, I expect to meet the real Luciana, not the curled-up burrito version.”
Her eyes flicked to the glisten of raw skin peeking beneath the folds of Loni’s adjusted blanket, the wound’s recent history written in shades of red and pink. Healing, but not forgotten. She’d heard stories of Adepts who wielded Green Lux, but witnessing its effects firsthand was something else entirely. It was something both miraculous and unsettling, like watching time itself be rewound.
Her fingers drifted back to the folded note in her pocket, brushing against the edges as if to confirm it was still there. Then, with a slow shift of weight, she angled toward the door. “I should probably get going soon, let you both rest,” she said, though there was no real rush in her tone. “But I’ll keep this.” She patted her jacket where Loni’s number was tucked away. “And I’ll be in touch.”
She meant it. Even if she wasn’t sure yet where this would all lead.
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I know. xD But in the future! Erik isn't letting him out for a hot minute tho.
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