Alright, literally had barely any motivation to RP just lately. I keep going down into depression and bad thoughts so I think it’s better that I don’t come here for a while. I guess I’m on hiatus. I’ll try and come back and roleplay when I feel like it, but I just don’t feel like it right now. Sorry guys.
He suddenly swung down very close to her with a wide grin. “Good job I don’t sleep, eh?” Jack chuckled to himself, jumping down in an almost cat-like fashion as he landed on his toes and promptly shoved his staff into her stomach. “You don’t sound very princess-like, Mer.” Oh, a nickname already. That just screamed friendship.
→ Merida nearly loses her composure as the guardian’s face suddenly comes too close to her personal space. Awkwardly, the redhead jumps back, startled as Jack leaped down and perfectly landed on the ground; he was definitely asking to be eaten by a dragon. “Ye’ll sleep once Ah hit ye’ in the head, Frost.” Merida threatens, but doubts if she’ll land a blow on the agile guardian.
→ Feeling the tip of his… shepherd’s crook, Merida slaps it away from her stomach, and it was like the air was squeezed out of her lungs in a quite forceful manner. “An’ ye’ dinnae act like a guardian, Frost.” She backfired, quite hating the fact that Jack already used a nickname to call her.
“Guardian Schmardian. I do whatever I want.” He replied, grinning at her infuriated reaction much alike he would to Aster’s own, really people with such short tempers should never be allowed to converse with him at all.
Jack, whom was currently sat in a corner of the room with his head lent back against the cool surface of the wall, eyes wandering as he continued on trying to focus onto something rather than the endless darkness being the only thing he could see.
The unrelenting darkness that wished to swallow him hole. Clearly, he didn’t like being left alone in a room with his own thoughts but the other Guardians, namely Sandy and Toothiana, had gone out to keep their beliefs shining while Aster didn’t know what to do with the broken frost, and North was within walking distance anyways.
He just didn’t want to move, walking was hard when you realised how much you relied on your sight. And when its gone… It’s just difficult. “I hate this.” He mumbled, huffing out a breath. The Frost wasn’t the type of person who enjoyed being alone or cooped up in a building for prolonged amounts of time.
Wendy, again forgetting that she could not speak, tried to agree that she hated the situation too, but predictably, no sound came out.
She had no idea how to announce her presence without scaring him and ending up hurt herself, or get him to know who she was. She stood up, walking towards him, silent as a shadow as she often was from years of sneaking around places she wasn’t allowed, and made to reach out for him, to do something to let him know she was there. Before she touched his hair, she retracted her hand, frowning deeply and sitting opposite him. She rested her cheek on her knees, looking at him with clear, cobalt eyes. His milky blue ones were unnerving without their mischievous spark, but she didn’t look away.
Honestly, Jack felt himself flinch along with the unnerving thought that perhaps someone was watching him. He didn’t know whether to give in to such thoughts, or assume it was just a niggling sense of paranoia in the back of his mind since he was constantly staring into the darkness now.
The darkness it .. It didn’t make him think right.
Mere touches without a warning would scare him, and if no-one announced their presence and suddenly spoke he would become rather fearful, and hostile towards them. Perhaps it was in remembrance of his drowning, the suffocating darkness reminding him of death.
He grit his teeth, clenching a white fist over his staff as he forced himself away from that memory and instead focused his other senses on the fact that he was tumbling a small snowflake between his fingers. Sucking in a quick breath, he spoke:
“If anyone’s there, say something. ”
Though at the lack of sound coming to his ears, he gave a defeated laugh and continued playing with the snowflake. “You’re paranoid, Jack. No-one’s there.” Frost reminded himself.
Hey, I’m back? I think my muse is coming back to me. I’ve just been really shitty and nightmares have been getting me a lot so I havent slept in weeks. So um, yeah. Sorry for randomly leaving for a bit. I just lose focus a lot now.
Sorry guys. I havent been feeling the roleplay vibe over the past few days. I suck, I know.
yolo webcam photo
I ask tumblr users hippopotamus-hi-tops and love-is-bacon to be my dates to tumblr prom, swaggy.
i did a thing for tumblr prom.
thought you guys might have wanted to see idk???
look who drew himself like the vain twat he is just testing to see if i can draw my new hair idk i like this a lot actually lmfao
so i just drew myself ^
pretty proud of that to be honest haha
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