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Esmera gian hoa mat khon
Jun 10, 2018, 09:03 PM All I ask of you, all I ask of you; just open up a little bit more;
I'm not sure if anyone still pops in on World of Hearts, but, in case anyone does, players are welcome to continue playing here, or check out Messiah, if you're into dark original fantasy. Someday, World of Hearts may be revived, but I honestly don't have the time to devote to it, right now (Messiah is not mine, either). In the meanwhile, I wish everyone well in future endeavours.
Aren Seong wasn't a particularly nervous person.

At least, he hadn't thought so. Today, he wasn't so sure.

Not about the lying, of course. He was a little too convinced he was right about this to feel all that bad about lying to his parents. They weren't the ones that would have to live the rest of his life if he made a mistake he couldn't take back. They weren't the ones that would have to wonder forever if he should've done something differently. So, yeah, he was lying, and he didn't feel guilty. Aren was determined to take advantage of every opportunity that presented itself to him. He didn't want what-ifs. He didn't want to come back feeling exactly the same as he had when he left. 

Part of him didn't want to come back at all, but he was pretty sure that wasn't a great option. His parents would be pretty devastated, at least, and he wasn't sure he could do that to them. Maybe the wanderlust would work itself out while he was out here. Maybe he'd find out what homesickness felt like. He was pretty sure he could find out what a lot of different things felt like, if he played this right.

He'd already met the bodyguard his parents had hired, briefly. It was a short meeting, and Aren hadn't said much. There hadn't been much to say, there, then. He'd been significantly more buttoned up within the dark-wood walls of his parent's joint study, going for perfect son just in case his parents sensed something up and decided to revoke permissions last minute. He was pretty sure he'd still go, honestly-- he wasn't sure he could stand to lose the chance. But it'd be a lot easier if they thought it'd be good for him. So he'd stayed quiet, and smiled, and nodded, and hoped the Axel guy they'd found was willing to twist the rules a little bit. It wasn't like he wouldn't still be getting paid. And if he had to, Aren was willing to grease the wheels a little bit. He just hoped he wouldn't rat him out. 

They'd arranged for Aren and his bodyguard to meet in a city district not far from where Aren's parents lived and worked, but that was about all of the plan that Aren had stuck to. He'd ditched more than half of the luggage he was expected to take, replacing it with a dark green rucksack with magic sewn into the stitching. Sturdy and well-made, but not ostentatious. It was enchanted to hold a whole lot more than it looked like it could, and lighten the feel of the load as it went. That was a lot better than the gold-locked trunks, especially if Aren wanted to travel on foot, by ship, by rail, rather than just booking expensive trains and gliders. Which he did. He hadn't wanted to take more than he could hold himself. He didn't want to have anyone else carrying his shit, because that's exactly the kind of thing he wanted to get away from here. He wanted to travel as normally as he could manage, see things he'd never get the chance to otherwise, speak to people who wouldn't let their guard down around someone like him normally. He just wanted this one thing. This one time. This one trip. And then, sure, okay, he'd try to be a good son. He'd try to be a good heir. He'd try to go back home and button back up and manage finances and honor the family name. 

He just wanted this one thing.

As he waited, nervously jiggling his foot, Aren hoped Axel remembered the exact corner they were meant to meet on. Aren looked significantly different than he had when they met the other day. His hair was tousled and messy, not brushed down. He'd traded all his clothes for simpler things, and hidden the tailored suits his parents had expected him to bring in a box back home, just in case they checked the closet. He was dressed down for the warm Efrean weather, arms bare, though he'd packed additions for a variety of climates.

He didn't know what to expect. And after years of schedules he hadn't made and plans he wasn't in charge of, that was really damn exciting. 
Wheel of Fortune II
Esmera gian hoa mat khon
Apr 21, 2018, 04:27 AM All I ask of you, all I ask of you; just open up a little bit more;
Well, I'm late again, but we only had two sign-ups for this one. I suppose Desmara and Lennox get a thread. =P

I am going to put off starting the next Wheel of Fortune for a bit, I think maybe IRL got in the way of successful Wheel of Fortune happening.
Lyra Faolain Silvertongued
Apr 19, 2018, 02:19 AM I am both the sword and sheath.
You know, I'm not sure whether I should be offended or flattered by that. Both? Let's go with both.
... well. You see. I may or may not be... on my way to Zetrium right now...
Lennox Faolain
Apr 17, 2018, 12:35 AM
Mildly concerned at best. I have full faith in your ability to thwart make believe pirates.

Will you be returning from the lair sometime within the next hour?
Lyra Faolain Silvertongued
Apr 16, 2018, 11:11 PM I am both the sword and sheath.
It's not a segue into anything! I am in their evil pirate lair RIGHT NOW. What if this is segueing into me being in distress! How would you feel then! I mean, it won't, but what IF.
Lennox Faolain
Apr 16, 2018, 08:33 AM
If this is a segue into something, I cannot possibly fathom what.
Lyra Faolain Silvertongued
Apr 15, 2018, 11:31 PM I am both the sword and sheath.
Um........ would you believe me if I said I got kidnapped by evil pirates?
Lennox Faolain
Apr 15, 2018, 06:18 PM

I've knocked on your bedroom door several times. Where are you?

stars and constellations
Seia Kailani
Apr 13, 2018, 12:08 AM It is not their rules that keep you bound, but yours.
... that was an amusing metaphor. Seia smiled, small and brief, but it vanished as quick as it came. It was okay to find it funny, right? He must've meant it like that. Or, at least she thought he did. Was she overthinking again? She was probably overthinking again. Why she did this, Seia didn't know. Thinking was hard enough by itself on most days, so of course she had to go and do it more. It shouldn't be as hard for her as it was, but she was inadequate, what else was new. Huh. It did make sense for everything to be so different. Uclain was big, and even within Efrea the regions more inland or to the north and south lived differently from the people here. Seia only had firsthand knowledge of the interior, but she did remember it had taken some getting used to when she first moved to Nereida. It must be even more difficult for Kaspian; she couldn't imagine the culture shock that came from moving countries, not just cities.

"I bet it does," Seia said, glancing at Kaspian from the corner of her eye to make sure that it was her cue to speak. Just for a second, before they returned to squinting at the road before her. The lamps helped a little with illuminating the darkness, but come twilight the world rapidly devolved into a mess of moving dark shapes that she had to work at extra hard in order to decipher. There was somebody with her, now, and it made her extra self-conscious about her terrible night vision, about not embarrassing herself again. She would, undoubtedly, but once a day was more than enough. "I can't imagine living like that. Other people already bring enough danger."

Shit. She hadn't meant to say that. "To ourselves," she added quickly. "Sometimes. Only sometimes. Um." Dammit, if she had simply left it alone, it would've seemed less suspicious. "It must be nice to not worry so much about your life?" she asked, trying to divert his attention. "At least, it sounds like it should be. To me." She bit her lip, forced herself to look ahead and not down. They were close, now, it would be just like her to miss her own house. "But maybe I'm wrong. I don't know much."

Ah, there it was. Seia's footsteps slowed, and she shifted her bag onto one hip, reaching into it until she found the familiar cool metal of her keys. "My apartment's on the third floor," she said, nodding to the building at their right as she sorted through her keys until she found the right one. There were a couple there; one for her apartment, one for the complex itself, which was what she needed right now, and a few for her shop like the doors and the storage and the roof. She walked up to the doors, jiggled the key in the lock. Sometimes it got stuck. "The elevator doesn't work right now," she said apologetically. "Sorry. You'll probably find the stairs easier than me, though," she said with a small smile. Oh, there we go. ... hopefully they wouldn't meet any of her neighbours on the way up, because, how would she even explain her just randomly bringing a strange man home...
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