forum I need another fecking RP // OxO // Closed

Started July 02, 2021 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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They raised their hands in surrender, but they still smirked with amusement. “Alright, alright, it was a suggestion, not a command.” Sighing, she let their hands down. “I’ll just go to my room, if there’s nothing else.”

"Yes. Leave." He waved a hand at her, still glaring at them. He very much did not like her, and wished her to be out of his sight. Permanently would be nice, but he wasn't sure.

So she turned and left. Back in her room, alone. It was strange, they thought as they took off their binder again and laid down on the bed. This was now proving to be very different from her time with the Thistlewells. Granted, the fact that her owners despised them didn't change, but with the Thistlewells, she was always overworked and often punished. She thought it would be more intense in the palace, but it wasn't the case at all. He wanted nothing to do with them, so he gave them nothing to do. It was almost nice, but Indigo couldn't believe it would last forever.

(perfect!)

Indigo had been owned by Riven for about a month now. He wasn't kind, but he hadn't outright abused her, at least. He was mean, and his tongue was cutting and cruel, but he had not laid a hand on her, save for one time when he had pushed them against a wall with anger. Other than that, he had not laid a hand on her. Whether this was due to morals or simply enough hate that he could not bear to touch them…well, that was anyone's guess.

At the moment, the young prince was not in his chambers. He was visiting a friend– or possibly a more than friend –leaving Indigo alone in his chambers. They had been alone for most of the day when there was a knock on the door, which was…strange. Riven wouldn't knock, and neither would any of his friends. So who could this be?

(chanting pls be Lor, pls be Lor)
Compared to Olympia, Riven was so much better. Whereas Olympia and her husband were violent and loud, Riven was just grumpy and spiteful. Indigo could deal with that, and every time he tried to insult her, they would just be amused.
But of course, the times where he wasn’t present were the most enjoyable. Between his absences and Indigo’s trips outside and to the library, they were able to gather the resources she needed to make the teas and pastes for when she wasn’t feeling their best. Teas for when she couldn’t sleep or was feeling stressed, herbal pastes for when they accidentally wounded themself. It was enjoyable to make them too.
So it was on one of these days that Indigo heard the knock. She had been sorting through the plants they’ve been gathering, making sure there was enough for another recipe she wanted to try. Confused by the sound, they had to pause and think before going and answering the door.

(how dare you read my mind–)

Lor stood outside the door. They weren't in their plumber's uniform, instead in a long sleeve shirt and a pair of old, worn trousers. "Indigo?" They greeted slowly. "Is the prince at home right now?" They looked vaguely worried as they asked the question. If the answer was yes, they would leave immediately. They wanted to speak with Indigo, not with the prince.