forum Shadows of Magic | group rp (closed but stalkers welcome to watch us struggle)

Started November 22, 2020 by @Tired-but-passionate

tune

In a little shop, nestled in what had started as simply a small hole in the cave wall, Avlynn hummed to herself and drummed her fingers on the counter. The shop was empty, save for herself and her husband. Edmund was in the back room, doing inventory and leaving Avlynn to do counter duty. Not that she minded at all; quite the contrary, actually, she quite enjoyed visiting with and helping customers.

"Business is running slow today, isn't it, darling?" Edmund's arm wrapped around her shoulders, and she leaned into him with a smile. "Everything's in order back there."

"Mm. Thank you, dear," Avlynn said, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. Not that moments like those were rare, but one really had to try and enjoy every last second of life, right? When she opened her eyes, the woman started a little bit at the words scrawled out across the inside of the shop's window.

Don't tell them you can see.

"Avvie?" Edmund asked, looking at her with concern in his eyes. "Are you alright?"

Avlynn looked back at the windows. The words were still there, but not as plain as they were at first. What is that supposed to mean? she wondered. "I–yes, I'm okay." She tried to give Edmund a reassuring smile, but he clearly wasn't quite buying it.

Hesitantly, he sighed. "Okay… but if something's the matter, please don't hesitate to tell me."

"Of course, love."

After a week of nonessential drinking and sobbing endlessly, Curtis finally found himself regaining the want to cook something. He started slow, cutting up the vegetables he bought from the market in the morning. He wanted something decently healthy, he didn’t want to feel like trash after eating after all. He sighed and closed his eyes when he began chopping the onions. When he opened his eyes again, everything can scribbled with the phrase—

Don’t tell them you know.

He scrambled backwards, eyes widened when he turned to see that everything around him had that exactly phrase written all over in a weird handwriting that clearly wasn’t the doing of the kid next door. He shook his head, several questions running through his mind. The main ones being—

Who were ‘they’?
What did he know that can’t he tell them?

In the back room of her shop, Juniper sat cross-legged on the ground, humming to herself. She paid no mind to the fluorescent lights overhead, as she'd adjusted to the change in brightness. The woman looked around her, at the bright flowers that constantly grew and thrived, even deep underground.
Juniper eventually grew tired and laid back on the ground, shifting to her side as to not be staring into the lights. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she quickly drifted off.

Don't tell them you can see.

Those words were the first things she saw upon her awakening. Juni bolted upright, rubbing her eyes, positive that they'd disappear. She looked again, and sure enough, the words were still there, scrawled on the pastel blue wall. "See what?" she asked aloud, her eyebrows raising in shock. "Who's 'them'? Wh-" The woman shook her head, standing up and entering the shop's main room. She needed to get to the bottom of… whatever was happening.