ATTENTION RP PARTNERSApparently I'm not leaving until Saturday. Win.
Starting Wednesday, 8 June, I will be on a notes-only hiatus. I will try and alert you if I see you in chat before then, but this is something that must be done. I'll be gone until about Friday, helping my aunt cope with a loss.
If you rp with me and wish to continue, send me a note with my last post and your post. I won't mind in the least, though I may be slow because I will be responding on my phone and signal up there is patchy, not to mention the keyboard is a mean little thing.
Adventures of Caius and Al :1:Adventures of Caius and Al :1:6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ah, yes, I have somehow managed to again annoy Alcibiades. The poor dear really needs to learn to control that temper of his, or he'll end up having a heart attack, which would be bad for both of us.
And I think I know just the way to cheer him up.
Alcibiades ran into the room, eyes wild and face blood red--perfect color for him, that, though it clashes terribly with his clothes. My concern about his heart increases, I mean, if his heart was to explode, I would be terribly sad, not to mention dear Yana, and I tell him so.
"Why the hell," he asks, calming a bit at the mention of poor, dear Yana, "would you be sad? You’re the one who--"
"Oh?" I cut him off, "Because you're my best friend, that's why." I left out what else he meant to me, knowing it would only anger him more. "But, my dear, I want to show you something." I clamp onto his arm, tugging him out the door to my secret place, flattered that he didn't try to shake me off as h
TransgressionTransgression6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If my lord would forgive me this one last transgression, I would be eternally grateful.
I watched my lord as he sent off some guests-the Volstovic General whose horse we had borrowed and the little boy I nearly killed at the welcoming dinner after he tried to touch my lord. The Emperor's robes, which so defined his older brother, dwarfed him and looked very strange, especially after travelling so long with him wearing peasant woman's garb.
The terrible thing is those clothes suited my lord better than even the plain, black robes he wore this morning.
I want to say that it's only natural after travelling so long with my lord under the guise of a woman and having to treat him as my wife that I have some trouble readjusting to my lord as, well, my lord and emperor, the man I swore my life to. However, to say that would be to lie. It was well before our exile that I began to see my lord in this manner, long before necessity bade him dress and act as my wife, at a time when he was a prince.
PatchworkPatchwork6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Caius would do anything for Alcibiades, wouldnt he? Well, there had to be a line drawn somewhere, Caius thought, sighing as he held up the outfit Alcibiades wanted him to wear that night. It was atrocious! Completely, utterly, ridiculously, no-two-ways-about-it-atrocious! It was a myriad of colors, no two the same or even anywhere near complimentary, and crudely stitched unlike the sleek, beautiful robes Caius so loved. And it had pants. What Alcibiades was thinking making him wear pants was beyond his understanding. He sighed again, wondering why exactly Alcibiades would ask him to wear such an ugly patchwork outfit. Perhaps, Caius decided, it was payback for dying his favorite shirt peacock blue so they would match at the dinner they had had to attend the past week. Oh, the fit Alcibiades had thrown when he found the invitation!
What the hell is this? Alcibiades asked, waving a piece of paper frantically, his face as red
The NoteThe Note6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You don't talk to me" For one crazy moment, Thom thought Rook was complaining. For one crazy moment, Rook was. Then he reminded himself that he didn't want the stupid professor talking to him with all his Cindy shit about "working together" and "compassion" and "being nice" He didn't want that.
Stupid Cindy trying to trip him up telling him he's his brother. Brother, right.
He wasn't Hilary. He couldn't be.
That was a nasty trick, Rook was thinking. For all his lectures on morality, the stupid professor was no better than the rest of them, Rook included, but not counting Balfour, who, as far as Rook was concerned, wasn't a real airman, anyway.
Those words tore through him stronger than Havemercy's wings, sharper than a thousand knives. He was lying, Rook though. But he wasn't. Scared, desperate, needy; yes. Lying, no. But he couldn't not be lying.
Hilary was clumsy, carefree, sweet. This other man was not. He was hard. He would do what it took to surv