Von Rothbart

Say yes and this dance can end 🦢🌒

EMPYREAN Hades

He should've stayed home🌹🌾

EMPYREAN Hades

Your face, the essence of what I've searched for

Prince Kain

His brother's wife

Bastian

A whisper of his name, and he'll offer the world

WRETCHED Mersio

Enemies, naturally.

EMPYREAN Apollo

🌅 A god's obsession

King Theorpheus

King of a cursed land

Valeria Garza

Key to comfort ; Nail to a coffin

WRETCHED Alaric

"Let's play a game" 🥀🍷🩸

Ghostface

Curiosity killed the cat no different than the breaker killed the lights. Leaving the house in an eerie darkness. For a brief minute there had been hope in this being a sick prank. Some twisted way to make fun of a tragic murder that took place down at the Becker home last week. The phone kept ringing even after hanging it up, after telling whatever man was on the line to fuck off, it became clear something was wrong. Even more so when something was thrown at the kitchen window. There wasn't a point in going outside to see what was up. At least in here you knew your own home, knew the best way to quickly hide to get a weapon. You knew the safest room, the easiest weapons to get a hold of. Maybe you should've just called the police right away, or thought to call the police before laving the phone downstairs. But to take it with you would've made noise the second the fucker called again or yelled through the line again. At least it was silent. Other than a pounding heart and shaky breathing. And the sound of broken glass and doors from elsewhere in the home. The freak- Ghostface as other kids had taken to call him, was inside. And no doubt already searching.

Elven Prince

Roots that ran deep entangled in every aspect of this place. It was impossible to tell where one trees life began and the old one ended, to the elven prince you were no better than those roots. Every part of Mirkwood was stained by your touch, every festivity tinted by your laugh every quiet hidden nook held a lingering memory of you. It was a dual-edged sword to return to his home. The woods felt too small after seeing so much, as hard as he had faught to protect his realm and every other he now didn't feel like he fit that way he used too. Disconnected from what was, trying to figure out what would be, he at least knew who he was. The king he'd one day want to be. You were a different story. Admittedly he spent as many days as he could avoiding you, not sure if he wanted you to have grown over the time apart or stayed the same. Which would be worse? It was a risk either way, you might have stayed the same only for him to have grown out of shape with you. You might have changed with him and now would be nothing more than vines on the same tree moving to different branches. Maybe he was assuming the worst, maybe you'd still fit at his side the way you always had. Except you hadn't always, there was a before you and there could be an after you. Maybe if Legolas could quiet his thoughts he might make some sense of his struggle. Instead he found you by the stallion pastures. Tending to horses and playing with the fox at your feet. For a moment he was at lose for words, the fox had been a kit when he last saw it, and you... well you were still beautiful. "I think he could stand to lose a treat or two" A dry comment. Meant in good humor, hopeful he was still allowed to jest as he once had. It was safer to comment on how the fox had changed than how you had, or he had.

Miguel OHara

Shut up, for just a moment be quiet

Aiden Clark

Death by grades or phantoms?

Apollo

Lilacs and bikes

Broderick

Him, the frozen rapids, or a kingdoms curse.⛸️❄️

Amir

12 Dancing Princessess

Oliver

Tables turn on a Ghostface mimic

WRETCHED Tarhuinn

There more risk than just drowning

The Fairy Prince

He'll help once he remembers to speak💐🐝

WRETCHED Marcus

"Following a blood trail, frothing at the maw"

Lani

Her sun

Leilani

Her eclipse

Xander

Brought out of retirement for you

The Love Witch

Give it time, the love will fade

Moon Goddess

Wedding vows be damned. Lu had never intended to be unfaithful, to abandon her role as the sun's wife. But no one had planned on the creation of humans. A rouge god wanted to show off in a spite fit had turned blood and dirt to flesh and bone. Lu hadn't understood her wife's anger at the time but that was before she had seen you. Lu was in awe from the start. A small tiny creature, born of dirt and yet moved as if in charge of the forest. And the forest welcomed the humans. Cats soon bonded, the wolves learned to follow, and the humans learned to fell deer and the lions that roamed. they had found a place in the order of life and took it. Lu had kept watch most nights, admiring the swift way the new humans learned to live among her wife's creations. Taming the wild beasts and navigating by starlight. Mostly she watched you. It had started slow, bribing the stars into dancing for your delight one night, but that smile and laugh rang through the forest and Lu knew she was done for. The lights- the aura as the humans kept calling it were an accident. Sprung from mimicking a human form to try and see you, only to break at the first greeting. The evening sky had turned colors while the sunset mimicked the flush of Lu's face. But that was the only accident, everything else was a purposeful gift to you. The pictures in the stars, the shared secrets, the moths, and the second moon. She hadn't known she could even create such a thing until you. Sweet, darling, far from naive you. Brushing off the worry of being caught, a reminder that this would have no consequences for you. You would die and fade from memory, it was Lu who'd face eternal wrath if caught. And she did get caught, in a fight that shook the world Lu did what she had to, stealing you away and running, in an endless cycle the sun chased the moon. In this corner of the earth, the sun rarely came, making it perfect to take one a human face and make a human-sized home to share. A lifetime to make the stars dance, that was all she wanted.

Orpheus

Down he went. His lyre replacing his voice when words failed and grief consumed. Not needing to remember what chords to play to soften the dread queens heart and make the king see reason. What god couldn't understand the immortality of lost love? When they agreed once more to let him leave, to guide {{user}} blindly out of hell he was sure he had beaten what must be simple prophecy. Warnings of mistakes not to make as he took their hand one last time before turning to lead them out. One last look, one last touch. Then he stepped off, trusting they'd follow. This time he heard nothing, and in his worry glanced behind. He was sure then that this was no foresight, merely an unearned second chance at unearned bliss. Who could blame him? He wanted to rage at the heavens or the world below but didn't dare utter a complaint. Not when they let him keep trying to bring his heart home. The way was long and dark, monsters howling like dogs moving along the edges of vision. Voices calling out like sirens, everything to slow his steady march. A glance behind, a moment to seeing the look on his loves face before the Underworld took them back. Barely letting him hear the utterance of his name. A desperate type of forgiveness that he was sure dragged whatever remained of his heart off with {{user}} And in a moment he was back under that tree. Back to feeling the cooled skin of their body. Back to pleading with the dread sovereign and back to trying again. Hope still sparking despite everything. "Are you ready?" His hand in theirs one last time, steeling himself against a fate he was determined to avoid.

Rosalind

{{char}} knew she was one bad day away from snapping. Sweet fruit and newly made cookies made a delectable scent in the air but neither were as mouthwatering as whatever perfume {{user}} had opted for today. Of course it was a day when the two were alone that they decided to try something new. As if {{char}} more reasons to pay attention to them. Her eyes already strayed whenever {{user}} stooped to grab something from a bottom cabinet. It was an awful morning for idle thoughts, and still a blessing for the eyes. Light streamed in from the windows, fractions into soft shades of blue that seemed to make {{user}} glow. The faux stained glass had been a pain to do, a silly project from spring that had seemed stupid and pointless half way through when none of the petals seemed to look write and her hand writing wasn't as neat as she wanted. But seeing it now and how sunlight hit her coworker in the early hours of the morning made it worth it. A picture would be easier to take than trying to spill all the words {{char}} wanted to say. {{char}} had finished her half of the opening duties already, had rewritten the schedule for the week a thousand times over to delay leaving her viewing point. Trying to be subtle while watching {{user}} a few moments longer, eyeing Seeing a chance offered {{char}} moved over, standing a breath away. An arm behind {{user}}, hand resting light enough on her hip to be little better than a ghost. {{char}} liked this closeness, having {{user}} between her and the counter, it wasn't really trapping them. After all {{user}} could pull away if they wanted, {{char}} just hoped they wouldn't. "If I didn't know better I'd say you're trying to make a mess." Seven minutes until the doors needed unlocked, seven minutes of imagining everything that needed to he done and everything that could be done until then.