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10 mos ago
for once i hoped that the crazies were right about the world was ending today. i don't want to pay rent tomorrow.
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4 yrs ago
anything that inconveniences me is now homophobic
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6 yrs ago
When you want to join RPs but you know you don't have the time and energy to do it so you just make characters for that RP and imagine being in that world just for a little while
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7 yrs ago
I suck dick in the name of God then.
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The world spun in all sorts of fun and dizzying ways, and Zarai struggled to make sense of the words swirling around her, particularly those from the nice Blue lady. She didn’t even feel the hand that had slipped around her waist as she pouted when the bottle was snatched away from her.

“I like your funny words, lady!” Zarai giggled, suddenly aware of the comforting touch. “What if we sneak outta here, hm? Play a game just the two of us?”

Before Blue could respond, a glass of water appeared, and Zarai wasted no time in downing it, offering a slurred ‘thank you’ as she handed it back to the servant.

'What time does the Angel's Trumpet bloom?’ The words floated around her, a puzzle she had no desire to solve in her current state. The man with the pretty hair seemed to speak in riddles, but Zarai dismissed it, knowing she would likely forget the encounter soon, especially after her unfortunate run-in with Lord Monet.

“Departing so soon?” Zarai called out as a man bid their group farewell. Her attention returned to Blue, ready to suggest they continue their fun elsewhere, but her words were abruptly cut off by hands grabbing her shoulders and pulling her away.

“Hey–!” She started to protest, ready to retaliate, until she recognized Sir Barrios in his plain silver mask. “Oh, I know youuu!” Her recognition was delayed, thanks to the alcohol and the distraction of the mask, but she eventually identified him by the scar on his cheek.

“My lady, it is time we depart. It is getting rather late; your mother will worry for you.” Sir Barrios bowed slightly, but his eyes conveyed his irritation, especially towards Blue. Zarai attempted to protest, but he simply excused himself, picked her up, and began their departure.

"Au Revoir! Arrivederci! Adios! Shall we meet again, my lovely players!"

He was ever so glad for these masks; they saved him the embarrassment of having Lady Zarai as his charge. Sir Barrios was already looking forward to a much-needed vacation after this year’s season.





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“If we see him reach those heights I propose an alliance to bring him down. The world does not need more men with a similar disposition as the king parading around.” Nahir stated with a pat on her dance partner’s hand. She smiled, following her gaze to see Leo cackling. Strange, and from what she had seen in the past few days, unusual. She wondered if someone had played a jape on him, and what kind exactly. “I know I can do better, dear, and I will.”

That smirk. Cheeky. She grinned, almost delighted. Nahir watched her curtsy. Practiced, yet fluid and without effort. Had she been wrong in her assumptions about Miss Dantes? She certainly played the part well.

“Shehzadi Nahir Kadir, it is a pleasure to finally know part of your name, dear.” Nahir bowed her head slightly to her, “Although, as you and I well know, there was no need for an introduction on my part. You knew who I was the moment you laid eyes on me.” A similar smirk played at her lips behind the gold strings hanging from her mask. “But I am nothing if not polite.”

A falling house? Nahir could not ascertain if Miss Dantes were telling her the truth. She’d ask Lady Miha to search the records for a House of Dantes and see the reason for their fall from grace. “Not to worry, my dear Miss Dantes, your little secret is safe with me.” She shot her a quick wink.

Just then, a woman wearing an ornate silver and blue owl mask and a pair of pink heels in one hand approached. Her dark blue dress with draped sleeves and a head scarf that covered her hair gave her an air of mystery. Not a single inch of her skin was exposed, even her hands were adorned with silver gloves and rings. The woman leaned in, and Nahir mirrored her movement.

Nahir listened attentively, offering Miss Dantes a quick, unwavering smile as she learned of her sister's early departure. The Shehzadi nodded graciously, expressing her gratitude before dismissing the woman with a gentle wave. "Call for the palaquin." The woman bowed respectfully and gracefully exited the duo.

"I apologize for that, Miss Dantes," Nahir spoke with a touch of regret in her voice as she turned to her dance partner, a polite smile on her lips. "But it seems my night has come to an end." Taking her hand, Nahir brought it up to her face and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of Miss Dantes's hand. "I hope to see you in the future, dear. You've made my one wish for tonight come true, and for that, I thank you." With one last smile and a bow of her head, she turned to leave.





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The world was shifting from side to side, and everything sounded distant. Zarai's fingertips were numb, and when she licked her lips, they were numb, too. The sound of glass breaking in the distance snapped her out of her drunken daze and back into the game at hand.

Only Blue, two male nobles, and their newly acquired participant drank to ‘burned anything to a crisp’. Zarai herself did not drink. Anytime she was caught in the kitchens by the maids or any of her tutors, she’d be met with a harsh slap to the hand. Even if she wanted to, Zarai had never touched a cooking utensil, let alone the ingredients.

“You are not welcome to cook in my kitchens, good sir!” Zarai laughed at the man with the pretty hair. “Ah, you get it! Now, ladies and gentlemen, do answer truthfully.” She began pouring more alcohol around their circle, trying her best not to spill any of the marvelous liquid.

She drank to his question, of course. She recalled the last time she had drunk so much was during a night out in the town after a terrible day at home. The back of her legs still hurt from the ruler, but Zarai was determined to drink herself stupid. Fortunately, it happened to be a night when her new group of friends were there. She remembered emptying her stomach right after one of their musical numbers ended.

“Never have I ever…” Zarai tapped her finger on her chin, trying really hard to form a question in her mind. Words were swimming all around, and anytime she tried to form a question, they’d just drift apart before she could even speak it. “…how about… never have I ever imagined the King wearing pink underwear! All of you must drink… for you are picturing it in your mind right this second.” She drank straight from the bottle again, one arm on Blue’s to keep her steady.

“Anyone got some more? We… wemustkeepthisgame… going!” The mask felt suffocating, as if it were melding into her skin, becoming part of her. Despite its discomfort, she clung to it, its anonymity giving her some solace. No one knew her true identity at this moment, and the alcohol promised to erase her troubles, at least temporarily. A welcomed escape from the overwhelming urge to cry that gnawed at her insides.




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Nahir stood there, quietly observing the both of them bicker. A smile tugged at her lips, but she pressed a finger against her lower lip to stop it, as if in thought. In truth, she found Leo's attitude rather— she wasn't what word she'd use. But the pout that slipped out with the end of every sentence was almost cute. And his voice, she'd not mention it before trying to spare him the explanation but her dance partner did not seem to be on the same page. It only served to find him even more endearing seeing him hide his irritation... and was that a hint of embarrassment perhaps?

"It is a lovely bracelet," Nahir hummed, examining it closely as her dance partner picked it up from the table where it had been tossed so carelessly. "I do hope that your pocket watch has not suffered the same fate."

With a reassuring pat on his arm and a smile, she continued, "I'll inquire with Count Damien and hope some pressure will encourage him to find the culprits and the stolen items. Who knows what else these thieves must have taken from other attendees." She full-heartedly agreed that the security in these events, with attendees such as them, was reason enough to tighten security and ensure it all ran smoothly. In the many events Nahir had hosted herself, she'd always place guards disguised as guests to mingle in the crowd. Partly for safety, but most importantly to gather information disguised as gossip. "It seems that the standard of safety in Sorian is not a top priority."

Nahir then turned to study her dance partner, who seemed to care a great deal about the servants of the estate and the guest house. Such empathy was not often found among the upper class, which only strengthened Nahir's growing theory about her.

"Oh, a visit to Stravy would be wonderful, don't you think?" Nahir's excitement held a flirtatious edge. "I only wish to return the favor to you, Lord Smithwood. It'd be lovely to host you during the winter. I do not wish to punish you with our hot summers." She flashed him a teasing smile.

As the woman locked arms with her, Nahir had to suppress the chuckle rising in her throat. Should she entertain her bold dance partner, or sympathize with the lord? She already knew Leo would not say anything to slight her, so why not get another glance at that pout before he left?

"One must always show respect to our hosts and their esteemed guest house," Nahir remarked casually, her shoulder lifting in a subtle shrug. "It's wise to stay on the good side of the servants too. I've found they're more inclined to help with a smile when we don't leave a mess in the halls."

With a smile, Nahir bid Leo farewell. "Good luck with your search, Leo."

Once he had left, she turned to her dance partner, a playful glint in her eyes. "Quite a handful, isn't he? Adorable." She placed a hand over her arm, squeezing gently.

"Well now, will my nameless and lovely dance partner finally introduce herself?"




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Ece watched from her post. She had found a rather comfortable spot atop a tree, her form obscured from those below her enough to render her practically invisible. It was rather comfortable too, and for that she was grateful. She’d been sitting here since the first guest arrived. Ece had informed Nahir of what would be Munir’s and Farim’s whereabouts before the ball and she’d instructed her to follow them and observe. Only observe.

The ceremony and the Varian customs were… interesting. Intriguing even. But she wondered now if real magic was at play, or was it just their herbal teas?

The whole thing was getting rather boring until the ritual began. Ece had perked up, suddenly interested in the song and dance being performed. It was… beautiful. Calming of sorts. She swayed side to side along with the melody of the song until she noticed the gradual change of Lord Ravenwood. It may have been a trick of the light from the fire, but his shadows took the form of a bear for a second. And to add, Sorian guards showed up just in time to interrupt and cause Ravenwood to go mad. Ece was still trying to make sense of things.

Ece remained up in her tree through it all. If Munir or Farim were to be attacked or harmed in any way it were her orders to not intervene. Not that she would have, if a freak accident with a bear-man was to happen then it all would be so much easier for Nahir.

When the giant wolf showed up and carried Lady Blackwood away from the ceremony and Munir gave chase Ece did not spring into action immediately. She was far more interested in what Farim was currently doing. The soft touch, the light and gentle fingers. His easy smile and prolonged eye contact. So this is what that little meeting had been about. Looked like she owed Lady Miha a coffee date.

It wasn’t until Farim began to chase after Manir did she gave chase.

Ece made sure to keep her distance, blanketed by the shadows and confusion of what was happening. Quiet as a mouse, she climbed up the tree to keep her scent far from the large animal. The situation was dangerous. The woman with the wolf was dangerous. Lord Ravenwood was dangerous. From here Ece could see the rippling muscles and trained stance. She was ready to fight.

As the scene unfolded before Ece, she made sure to study the woman closely. Her lady may want to know about any interesting persons, and a woman with a wolf that size would certainly be one interesting tale.
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for some reason, every time i get drunk, i regress into my hamilton phase




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“Strong enough to burn, aye.” Zarai flashed Blue a wink, though it felt forced. No fault of the woman, she smelled lovely and had such pretty lips but Gods did she feel like a shit. She hoped that the drinks would help lift her mood, and fast. She poured hefty measures for everyone, The alcohol would hopefully distract Blue from Peter's departure.

Once everyone was gathered in a circle, Zarai positioned herself in the center with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Alright, folks! I’ll be your game host for tonight’s masquerade ball! And don’t forget to show some appreciation to our real host Count Damien! I’ve heard he enjoys onions, be sure to send him a crate tomorrow as a gift of appreciation!" she added with a sly grin.

"Tonight, we’re diving into a game of Never Have I Ever! Let’s keep it lively, shall we?" Zarai swayed her hips in a playful dance, ensuring Blue had an unobstructed view. "Everyone knows how to play, yes? Remember, tonight's the night to let loose and have fun; we don’t know who each other is after all!"

She cleared her throat and began, her voice loud enough for those around her to hear. "Never have I ever… swung a sword." She took a sip from the bottle after deciding it might be nice to make up for that lost drink Peter had stolen from her.

"Never have I ever sparred with someone." Most men and a few women drank to that along with Zarai, and hopefully Blue followed suit.

"Never have I ever kissed a pretty lady," Zarai shot a playful glance at Blue before taking another sip. She then turned to look at Blue, “How about you give us something, sweetness? Something fun, something daring.”
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It was a beautiful night for celebrations, especially for the Summer Solstice. Their air buzzed with an electric energy, tickling Mathias’s bare arms and filling him with an unusual vigor. Well, that, or it could have been the copious amounts of drinks he had allowed himself to enjoy throughout the day.

While not particularly religious, he could still recall the excitement in his mother’s eyes during this time of the year. She would meticulously arrange a small altar and save for months to buy enough flowers for two modest wreaths. Despite the slight browning at the edges, it was the act of crafting the wreaths with his mother that Mathias always cherished. He’d gather all the peonies and attempt to weave the stems into a wreath, a very wonky-looking wreath.

Approaching the clearing where the ceremony was supposed to be held, Mathias was greeted by the sound of shouting. He blinked, momentarily wondering in his drunken haze if the shouting was part of the religious ceremonies. Maybe in other regions of Varian, up in the mountains, where it had a tighter hold on the people?

However, the scene before him was far from what he had imagined. Mathias had pictured a large bonfire, food, flowers, herbal drinks, and lots of dancing. This was not it.

“I saw nothing; I was never here.”

Had he been sober, Mathias might have stayed to help restore some order. But he wasn’t. And he was not about to intervene in whatever crazy thing was happening this time. So, with a nonchalant salute to the chaos before him, he clicked his heels and turned to march back in the direction he had come.

Probably to a dingy brothel—or a tavern, or a gentleman's lounge, or the guest house. He'd have to see where his feet decided to carry him.

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