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

Started July 02, 2021 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Lor sighed faintly. "Someday." they echoed back, shaking their head faintly. "Maybe. If all goes well, at the very least." they closed their eyes for just a moment, running their hands through their hair.

Sure enough, they arrived at the kitchens. Upon peeking inside, Indigo found it just as busy as before. They looked down at their dishes, back inside the kitchen. “Should we… give these to the staff, or…?”

Lor shrugged faintly. "Uh…maybe we find a pile of dirty dishes and just add these to it?" they suggested, raising an eyebrow at Indigo. "I don't really know what we should do."

Even after a month of living in the palace, it did not compare to over a decade inside the Thistlewell Estate. Things like this, knowing what to do with dirty dishes, were still a mystery to Indigo.
“Ahh, I think that should be fine,” she shrugged.

Lor nodded, leading the way into the kitchen and over towards the side, eventually finding where the dirty dishes were already stacked. "Ah, here we are. This should be fine."

“Alright then.” Indigo stacked their dishes with the others, sorting the plate with the other plates, and the cup with the other cups, and so on.

Lor gave them a quick smile, then led the way back out of the room after they had both put away their dirty dishes. "That's done, now. Is there anything else that we need to do?"

“Well, I don’t want to keep you from your work,” she said, wiping their hands on their chiton. “Besides, I can’t think of anything else.”

Lor nodded faintly. "Of course. I'll see you later, then?" they asked, shooting a quick, faint smile.

Indigo returned the smile. “Sure. See you.”
She made her way towards the prince’s chambers. If nothing else, Lor was nice to have as a friend.

Lor went their own way, heading towards home.

Riven was still sprawled on the couch, half-asleep. His dark curls played around his head in a halo of spilled-ink, his face calm and relaxed. Like this, one could almost say he looked peaceful. Of course, this effect would be ruined as soon as he opened his eyes or spoke a word.

When they saw the prince laying there, Indigo made sure to be as quiet as possible, so to not disrupt him. She slipped into her room, basically their safe space at this point, and looked over their collection of herbs again.

Riven didn't move when she came in, just stayed sprawled across his couch. Sleep was tugging at him, though he had not quite surrendered to it yet. But he was quite tempted to.