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Seer: Confront GavinDeep, lava-like pits surround you. Impossibly high warmth and various odours and vapours reach towards you, blanketing you within them. You are sure that if you weren’t God Tier now you would have been definitely been killed by them. God knows how Gavin had learnt to survive his own land. It doesn’t matter though, you are Ryan Haywood - Seer of Void – and you need to talk to Gavin before it is too late.
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You walk around the twists and turns the pits of lava form. This land is truly a labyrinth, a particularly warm and uncomfortable one. There’s barely any vegetation too, much unlike your own sinister land. It is mostly bare, and the only things you can see for miles and miles without end here is black rock and lava. It is strange, but it has a certain beauty. It is a strange one, but there is something about the way the lava bubbles and moulds the labyrinth. Intimidating and powerful, but with a certain secret beauty.
You smile, suddenly being able to see why
Your Royal Highness Ch 2~The Meeting~
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~7 November, 1879~
Stephen slipped out of his room, using the outside darkness as his ally to hide himself as he navigated about the castle, exiting onto the grounds, and making his way to the park. He had decided beforehand against wearing his armour for mainly two reasons: 1. It was liable to make unnecessary noise. 2. A suit of armour wasn't exactly fitting for a private meeting like this.
Richard, who had long since been sitting on a marble bench, flushed red when he saw Stephen arrive not in his suit of armour, but in... well, a suit. And his hair tied back! "Oh my," he murmured to himself. He had never seen his friend in such attire. "If I may say," he began once Stephen was close enough to hear, "you look very handsome."
Blushing, the knight chuckled. "I don't normally wear these kinds of outfits, but for an occasion like this, it's only appropriate." He sat down next to the Prince and rubbed his hands, wishing he had put gloves on. The November cold was a l
WastedIt'd been going on for months, each day seemed to be more stressful than the last. It'd started with disgusting hangovers that left Pete a mess, practically downing painkillers and water like they were going out of style, only to top it all off with vodka in the afternoon and night. He'd pass out, and the endless cycle would continue, over and over until Steve was at his fucking wits end. However, he couldn't say a thing, after all he was practically doing the same.
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Biggest difference between the two? Steve rarely had hangovers. The younger of the guitarists could knock back shot after shot, bottle after bottle until he'd black out, only to wake up and do it all over again. Yes, his drinking habits were bad, but not nearly as that of the brunette.
He hadn't the faintest idea of why, but Steve found himself nursing the damn older Leppard. Bringing him water, pain killers, holding his hair while he vomited, not always in that order, of course. The blue eyed musician found himself wanting