forum Legit Lunar Chronicles Rp WHICH IS Finally Closed Sorry!
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@Simon-Says

(Ack I'm sorry this is failing AND IT WAS JUST GETTING GOING AAA)
(Maybe I should have my chick like… yeah idk. Maybe the movie's over so they're like… ok let's do something. Sigh.)

@Trix

"Wouldn't you like to know," she growled back, rubbing her tears away. They shouldn't have been wasted on him anyways. Karina glared back at Aquila, though it wasn't as hard as it could be. She felt like a china vase that had just been tossed to the ground, her pieces being brushed up off of the ground only to have them thrown away. She took a breath before turning back around. "Again. I never thought of you that way." Her voice was a quiet whisper as she walked away. Her legs begged to carry her away faster and faster away from the hurt. But no. She was not going to act like his perception of her.

The glamour flickered violently, mirroring his resolve. Red seeped into his honed vision. "What-" Ragged breathing escaped in little pants, and he yelled, "Did you possibly think of me?" It felt like a trap. The question suspended vulnerability and rage, and above all else it was raw. His shield was effectively down. His shield was down.
Previously searing eyes widened, terrified. The prepared insults slipped away from his tongue, and for a moment fear glowed on his face before Aquila's trained control was sent on lock down. His thoughts spiraled out of control, before the earthquake in his mind gripped and hurtled them to their own separate confines of his messed up mind. He frantically backpedaled, stumbling. The question hung out of his wary eyes and dry lips. What could she possibly think of him, after that?

@Painted-Iris group

"Wouldn't you like to know," she growled back, rubbing her tears away. They shouldn't have been wasted on him anyways. Karina glared back at Aquila, though it wasn't as hard as it could be. She felt like a china vase that had just been tossed to the ground, her pieces being brushed up off of the ground only to have them thrown away. She took a breath before turning back around. "Again. I never thought of you that way." Her voice was a quiet whisper as she walked away. Her legs begged to carry her away faster and faster away from the hurt. But no. She was not going to act like his perception of her.

The glamour flickered violently, mirroring his resolve. Red seeped into his honed vision. "What-" Ragged breathing escaped in little pants, and he yelled, "Did you possibly think of me?" It felt like a trap. The question suspended vulnerability and rage, and above all else it was raw. His shield was effectively down. His shield was down.
Previously searing eyes widened, terrified. The prepared insults slipped away from his tongue, and for a moment fear glowed on his face before Aquila's trained control was sent on lock down. His thoughts spiraled out of control, before the earthquake in his mind gripped and hurtled them to their own separate confines of his messed up mind. He frantically backpedaled, stumbling. The question hung out of his wary eyes and dry lips. What could she possibly think of him, after that?

Karina stopped again for a moment. She wanted to get away from him. However, there was also a part of her that wanted to have the last word. She bit the inside of her cheek to snap her out of her thoughts and think more clearly. "I thought you were someone I could befriend. I don't see people any higher or lower than me. That isn't right," she said before continuing walking away. The princess felt worn out after the load of emotions dumped on her. She had no idea that Aquila hated her family that much. That included her obviously. She moved quickly away from Aquila, not wanting to see him anymore. What he had said was not anything to be forgiven quickly. If at all.

@ElderGod-Icefire

(argh I'm gone for twelve hours and come back to so many feels lol)
(Also I'm going to California for five days, so I won't be super active. Just drag Vesper and Caedmon around if necessary)

@Trix

Why did she keep walking away? Could she not face him like a princess? His footsteps landed heavily as he chased after her. The flame inside had doused out by now, and all Aquila felt were ashes, pathetic gray ashes like charred snow. The ashes were the same shade of gray as Luna, the ground he stared dully at, the remains of a revolution. His mouth opened. His mouth shut. He was Aquila Blackburn, son of Levan- the words didn't spark fire when there wasn't a match. He told himself it was the strategy. He needed to get back on her good side. If he wanted the chip, if he wanted the power, he needed to fake a sincere apology and pretend this never happened. But he was wrong. When he said, "I'm sorry," it didn't come from want. It was a whisper produced by the gray ashes.