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middaeg2019-09-17 10:02 pm
bleedinghare) wrote in middaeg2019-09-17 10:02 pm
𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥. - ada's slowatus toplevel time
Who: adeline & you!
When: early-septeril
Where: housing districts/shopping districts!
What: ada has been doing a scare & isolate after her first full moon. can you catch her?
Warnings: tba
𝕞𝕪, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟!
Certainly it’s been some time, but what had simply been an absent face amongst Geardagas’s crowds had become more of a fully realized absence― the frilled curtain that sat in the little window of her flat sitting still for the whole of several weeks, the brass knocker left un-knocked, the knob left un-turned. In the day, it seemed simply vacant.
In the eve, however, its state was more telling: a lamp lit in that same little window, the occasional vague, passing shape. Perhaps it was your own curiosity that brought you here, or the curiosity of another you’ve decided to carry along― reaching to mar the dust on the brass knocker with a gentle hand, or perhaps a less gentle one. Regardless, it takes several and a bit of frustration before the gilded light behind the curtain flickers, before the lace stirs to reveal a flushed cheek, a bit of downy fluff. Seen, and in so being startled, the shape darts from the window; you’re left on the stoop, feeling rather jilted in the air of an evening just beginning to cool.
Do you dare to tread on what’s polite and press on? For the braver, might you try the doorknob― or braver still, the window latch?
𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕤!
―Gerardagas’s evening markets were generally a jovial time: lanterns lit, flickering soft orange under the fine, heavily-woven canopies strung between the little stalls, with Monster and Witch of every shape, size, and forme bridging the gap between. The amount of beings made for a bit of a noisy affair, but once immersed, the din smoothed over into more of a white noise― occasionally parted with music, with the calling of a shopkeep. Aside from the shopping itself, the evening market seems to have become a social affair, with food and drink and chatter, naturally; filled with faces to recognize from all of Aefenglom’s reaches.
Perhaps you keep to yourself― there to see to one or more of the vendors― or perhaps you’re there simply for mulled wine and talk, interspersing quips through the crowd, weaving in-and-out― regardless, however, of whether or not you make yourself seen willingly, you are seen.
Looking up from your place in the crowd, or alongside a stall, you catch a glimpse of a little hand wrapped around one of the posterns that keep the canopies aloft― no, a glove, a widely-blinking gilded eye, an equally golden curl peering out from beneath a rather suspicious looking shroud. Seeing herself being seen, the creature starts― and takes off into the crowd, the breeze of her speed catching on her hood, revealing two white ears and a stream of curls.
―if you aim to follow, are you quick enough to fight through the crowd? If you aim to confront, you might be able to head her off if you duck between the stalls…
𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕!
SORRY I PUT THIS IN THE WRONG PLACE AT FIRST anything is a ok but if you want to talk about it hit me up on discord or plurk!!! this is mostly just to get me back into the swing of things and keep me relevant lol
When: early-septeril
Where: housing districts/shopping districts!
What: ada has been doing a scare & isolate after her first full moon. can you catch her?
Warnings: tba
𝕞𝕪, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟!
Certainly it’s been some time, but what had simply been an absent face amongst Geardagas’s crowds had become more of a fully realized absence― the frilled curtain that sat in the little window of her flat sitting still for the whole of several weeks, the brass knocker left un-knocked, the knob left un-turned. In the day, it seemed simply vacant.
In the eve, however, its state was more telling: a lamp lit in that same little window, the occasional vague, passing shape. Perhaps it was your own curiosity that brought you here, or the curiosity of another you’ve decided to carry along― reaching to mar the dust on the brass knocker with a gentle hand, or perhaps a less gentle one. Regardless, it takes several and a bit of frustration before the gilded light behind the curtain flickers, before the lace stirs to reveal a flushed cheek, a bit of downy fluff. Seen, and in so being startled, the shape darts from the window; you’re left on the stoop, feeling rather jilted in the air of an evening just beginning to cool.
Do you dare to tread on what’s polite and press on? For the braver, might you try the doorknob― or braver still, the window latch?
𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕤!
―Gerardagas’s evening markets were generally a jovial time: lanterns lit, flickering soft orange under the fine, heavily-woven canopies strung between the little stalls, with Monster and Witch of every shape, size, and forme bridging the gap between. The amount of beings made for a bit of a noisy affair, but once immersed, the din smoothed over into more of a white noise― occasionally parted with music, with the calling of a shopkeep. Aside from the shopping itself, the evening market seems to have become a social affair, with food and drink and chatter, naturally; filled with faces to recognize from all of Aefenglom’s reaches.
Perhaps you keep to yourself― there to see to one or more of the vendors― or perhaps you’re there simply for mulled wine and talk, interspersing quips through the crowd, weaving in-and-out― regardless, however, of whether or not you make yourself seen willingly, you are seen.
Looking up from your place in the crowd, or alongside a stall, you catch a glimpse of a little hand wrapped around one of the posterns that keep the canopies aloft― no, a glove, a widely-blinking gilded eye, an equally golden curl peering out from beneath a rather suspicious looking shroud. Seeing herself being seen, the creature starts― and takes off into the crowd, the breeze of her speed catching on her hood, revealing two white ears and a stream of curls.
―if you aim to follow, are you quick enough to fight through the crowd? If you aim to confront, you might be able to head her off if you duck between the stalls…
𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕!
SORRY I PUT THIS IN THE WRONG PLACE AT FIRST anything is a ok but if you want to talk about it hit me up on discord or plurk!!! this is mostly just to get me back into the swing of things and keep me relevant lol
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