Post by Deleted on May 24, 2017 22:38:29 GMT
 | THE FEELINGS I KEPT DEEP INSIDE ARE NOW SCREAMING ON THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS, TRYING TO VOICE OUR INFINITE VOW. MY STRENGTH HAS BROUGHT ME THIS FAR, BUT IF I ONLY HAD A LITTLE BIT MORE, MY AIM WILL BE THAT ENDLESS BLUE SKY BOUND BY NO LIMITATIONS AT ALL.
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Bell's bar, a place where witches of all kinds gathered after a tiring day, whether it was to meet up with friends and have a good laugh over some shots or to simply dance the night away with a stranger. Many sailors and coven members flocked to the bar with intentions of getting drunk off their ass, even some members of the Helios Knights were prone to visiting each night. Despite the variety of witches in the joint, there just so happened to be an outlier, sitting at the very end of the bar, far from the others. A silver haired witch that hailed from Silvertongue itself, purposely isolated from others, was currently on her 5th shot of cognac. A pristine white owl was hovering over her shoulder for a majority of the night, but was now busy with stalking a female draped in the shiniest, most expensive jewelry. He had left his witch to herself, giving her the job to keep herself in check.
Luli Turpin was a bundle of nerves, scared of anything and everything, something you wouldn't expect to see from a member of the infamed Silvertongue. You wouldn't quite expect to see a damsel like her in the bar either, but alcohol was one of her only real companions, other than her familiar Aeris. It calmed her nerves and silenced the ominous voices in her head that constantly spat malicious things at her. Throwing her head back, the once tense silverette seemingly relaxed her posture, slowly feeling herself unravel with each second that passed. She had rarely payed attention to any background music whilst she downed her poison, too engulfed in the burning feeling in her throat. People littering the dance floor seemed to slow down their movements as the artist let out her last note for the night. What followed next was the sound of idle chatter and hushed whispers, nothing quite catching her fancy, at least not enough for her to look up from her drink.
That was, until her ears picked up on the silent whisper of a particular persons name. The Silver Oracle. She knew of the name, in fact she knew exactly who he was. Luli knew the names and personalities that many of her fellow coven members held, being the silent one she is she spent much of her time observing everyone around her. Twisting her body around on the stool, the female set her eyes on the stage to catch a glimpse of the next performing artist. Roderick, or The Silver Oracle as many referred to him as, was surprisingly standing up there like the people had said. She could recount the many times he would perform at some high class place, so it was quite shocking to see him here. With anticipation, the witch kept her eyes glued onto the center stage, waiting patiently to hear the alleged haunting voice that many could recognize in an instant.
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Fast forward ten minutes later, only to find half of the crowd mesmerized and the other half shedding a tear or two. Luli was a mixture between the two, her tipsy mind was able to register the many emotions spliced in his melodies, each harmony was something different and plain beautiful. A singular tear slid down her left cheek, only for her to sniffle and wipe it away with a balled fist a second later. "Such a pretty voice.." Her soft voice muttered in awe as she watched him exit the main stage, praise instantly being sent his way by a generous amount of both men and women, although the women had other thoughts in mind. As he made his way towards the bar, whether his intentions were to receive his pay and leave, or settle down for a simple drink before setting off, the usually meek girl took her chance to speak to him. Reaching out just a bit, she lightly tapped on his shoulder to get his attention, only to move her hand away in a mere second. "U-Um..is it okay if I ask you a quick question? I swear I won't take up too much of your time!" With a small smile etched onto her pettle lips, the silverette folded her hands in her lap, brimming with the small amount of confidence the alcohol gave her.
Luli Turpin was a bundle of nerves, scared of anything and everything, something you wouldn't expect to see from a member of the infamed Silvertongue. You wouldn't quite expect to see a damsel like her in the bar either, but alcohol was one of her only real companions, other than her familiar Aeris. It calmed her nerves and silenced the ominous voices in her head that constantly spat malicious things at her. Throwing her head back, the once tense silverette seemingly relaxed her posture, slowly feeling herself unravel with each second that passed. She had rarely payed attention to any background music whilst she downed her poison, too engulfed in the burning feeling in her throat. People littering the dance floor seemed to slow down their movements as the artist let out her last note for the night. What followed next was the sound of idle chatter and hushed whispers, nothing quite catching her fancy, at least not enough for her to look up from her drink.
That was, until her ears picked up on the silent whisper of a particular persons name. The Silver Oracle. She knew of the name, in fact she knew exactly who he was. Luli knew the names and personalities that many of her fellow coven members held, being the silent one she is she spent much of her time observing everyone around her. Twisting her body around on the stool, the female set her eyes on the stage to catch a glimpse of the next performing artist. Roderick, or The Silver Oracle as many referred to him as, was surprisingly standing up there like the people had said. She could recount the many times he would perform at some high class place, so it was quite shocking to see him here. With anticipation, the witch kept her eyes glued onto the center stage, waiting patiently to hear the alleged haunting voice that many could recognize in an instant.
...
Fast forward ten minutes later, only to find half of the crowd mesmerized and the other half shedding a tear or two. Luli was a mixture between the two, her tipsy mind was able to register the many emotions spliced in his melodies, each harmony was something different and plain beautiful. A singular tear slid down her left cheek, only for her to sniffle and wipe it away with a balled fist a second later. "Such a pretty voice.." Her soft voice muttered in awe as she watched him exit the main stage, praise instantly being sent his way by a generous amount of both men and women, although the women had other thoughts in mind. As he made his way towards the bar, whether his intentions were to receive his pay and leave, or settle down for a simple drink before setting off, the usually meek girl took her chance to speak to him. Reaching out just a bit, she lightly tapped on his shoulder to get his attention, only to move her hand away in a mere second. "U-Um..is it okay if I ask you a quick question? I swear I won't take up too much of your time!" With a small smile etched onto her pettle lips, the silverette folded her hands in her lap, brimming with the small amount of confidence the alcohol gave her.
This tooK a while gg im sorry it sucks
MADE BY MIZO
