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ALL THE COLOURS. *THROWS RAINBOWS*

No. Two at most.  No more. *Preps to commence beat down with the rainbows in hand*

A message from Anonymous
RED, THE BLOOD OF ANGRY MEN. BLACK, THE DARK OF AGES PAST.

Black: They live in Scotland

Red:

  1. They make me feel like I am walking on sunshine.
  2. I am hoplessly silly around them
  3. I really don’t know why we click so well but we do
  4. When flustered they speak with a thicker accent
  5. They are one person I trust without any fears of them sharing any secrets. 

followers, what do you want to know?

  • Purple: 10 facts about my room
  • Blue: 9 facts about my family
  • Green: 8 facts about my body
  • Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood
  • Orange: 6 facts about my home town
  • Red: 5 facts about my best friend
  • Pink: 4 facts about my parents
  • White: 3 facts about my personality
  • Grey: 2 facts about my favorite things
  • Black: 1 fact about the person I like
medusaoftheleague:

“I see. I guess it’s not vise to stand on your bad side then.” Well. Anybody who loves their parents would do that. Though, saying it so coldly makes it sound rather…  Creepy.
“Oh please. You really think I haven’t done any digging? It’s not a spell. Rather a curse. It can’t be thrown off..” Again, the transformation topic. Why peoples even indulge her into talking about her? It should be obvious that it’s the last topic she wants to talk about.

“A curse is a spell. But that is semantics.” Sho said with a chuckle. He was a strange one. One moment dark and humorless, the next almost normal seeming. “But I see that it is not a topic that you wish to talk about. So anyway.” 
Sho looked around  observing the surroundings. “To be honest, where are we?”  He let his hair down then pulled it back into the ponytail it had been in without much thought.

medusaoftheleague:

“I see. I guess it’s not vise to stand on your bad side then.” Well. Anybody who loves their parents would do that. Though, saying it so coldly makes it sound rather…  Creepy.

“Oh please. You really think I haven’t done any digging? It’s not a spell. Rather a curse. It can’t be thrown off..” Again, the transformation topic. Why peoples even indulge her into talking about her? It should be obvious that it’s the last topic she wants to talk about.

“A curse is a spell. But that is semantics.” Sho said with a chuckle. He was a strange one. One moment dark and humorless, the next almost normal seeming. “But I see that it is not a topic that you wish to talk about. So anyway.” 

Sho looked around  observing the surroundings. “To be honest, where are we?”  He let his hair down then pulled it back into the ponytail it had been in without much thought.

A message from Anonymous
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WARK? Oh WARK! Thank you.

Somber and sober

ranenthealtmer:

“Well the money I earn while I’m hired is very useful, it helps me to open my shop… I do it for that.. otherwise I would never put myself in risk” Ranen smiles at her before pat her on the shoulder “Where is your next job?”

She pulled out a black book and turned to a blank page. Suddenly writing in a strange language appeared upon the page. “It is more of a when. The Where is not the issue. I need not know where I am going just when I need to leave. And That time is now. Thank you for your time. But It looks Like Someone needs a rush job.” She chuckled as she traded from her bag another black book and then walked to the wall. She muttered under her breath in a strange language.

The wall itself changed subtly. “See you.” Iceila chuckled, Kissing Ranen on the check before passing through the wall. The reality of the snapped back to normal moments later. Iceila was gone.

medusaoftheleague:

“Ouch.” Well, Cassiopeia didn’t really felt bad for him. She heard a lot of horrible child hold stories. Though, she had to act shocked to not look like a complete bitch. Ah, the problems of live. There’s so many of them and they never stop existing. “..I’m sorry to hear that.”

&#8220;Rage is a dangerous catalyst for power. There is no need to be sorry for others. They crossed a line and ended their own lives the moment they decided to attack two innocent people, my parents.&#8221; Sho said coldly no remorse in his voice. The orc was not at sickened by the deaths but by the fact he had such power to do so.
&#8220;The spell that turned you so. It could have been undone within days of the infliction. Now? I would judge it has meld into you so much you cannot truly separate who is and who was.&#8221; Sho noted with a sigh as he returned to the ground.

medusaoftheleague:

“Ouch.” Well, Cassiopeia didn’t really felt bad for him. She heard a lot of horrible child hold stories. Though, she had to act shocked to not look like a complete bitch. Ah, the problems of live. There’s so many of them and they never stop existing. “..I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Rage is a dangerous catalyst for power. There is no need to be sorry for others. They crossed a line and ended their own lives the moment they decided to attack two innocent people, my parents.” Sho said coldly no remorse in his voice. The orc was not at sickened by the deaths but by the fact he had such power to do so.

“The spell that turned you so. It could have been undone within days of the infliction. Now? I would judge it has meld into you so much you cannot truly separate who is and who was.” Sho noted with a sigh as he returned to the ground.

A message from Anonymous
A kiss landed on Belwyn's cheek as the child slept, an Imperial-style child's dress in red lying at her feet for when she woke up. 'Mama' had been written on a piece of parchment in flourished calligraphy and pinned to the dress.

Belwyn stirred at a moment before the bird gave morning call. She had dreamed of her mother that night and of a red dress. To her surprise that dress was now at the foot of her bed. She saw the note and shouted with joy. Hastely she shouted “Papa! Papa! Mama!” 

Dhuanare smiled as he leaned into the door. “Yes?” He asked as he saw his daughter with the letter in hand and the dress. He smiled wider. “You want me to read it?”

Belwyn Nodded violently as she bounced up and down. She placed the letter in her father’s hand. She could read but her mother’s hand writing was too much for her to decipher.

Dhuanare opened the letter and read. “To my little Belwyn, Forgive me for not being here for you on this special day. I wish I could be but I am needed elsewhere right now. Please forgive me and take this lovely dress. Love Mama.”

Belwyn looked skyward and shouted “Thank you Mama!” She took her bath dried in haste. She wanted to wear that dress so badly.

Dhuanare smiled as he helped her into the dress.

Belwyn looked stunning in it. A little princess. 

Somber and sober

ranenthealtmer:

“Please, take care my lady” Ranen takes her hand “Well I do it because I want to be free, I mean I just want to take care of myself, but sometimes I travel with others, like when someone hires me and I protect them for money” Ranen said.

“Sounds nice but since my job, delivering things across realities, takes most of my time… I don’t get the chance to do such other work.” Iceila said as she finished her meal.

She looked at Ranen, smiled softly and then quietly spoke “Thank you, Ranen.”