forum Roleplay with @Starlight-I-Love-Magic! (closed)

Started January 19, 2019 by @Becfromthedead group

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“Yeah, that would be wise,” Septima agreed.
She sighed and went to her bag for an old crumpled-up shirt and baggy pants that she used for sleeping.

Skye pointed to a door, "I'm going to assume that's yours." he said, "There should be clothing there for you."

“O-oh… I guess so…”
She put her clothes away and went for the silk gown hanging on the door.
Septima opened the door, which led into a smaller second room. She took her bag with her and closed the door behind before changing. She sighed when she felt how bare her legs were in the gown. As short as she was, it still managed to cover as little skin as possible. However, the fabric was comfortable and would be fine for sleeping.

Skye smiled when he saw her go, turning to his own room and changing into a loose pair of pants before flopping comfortably on the large bed.

Septima laid down on the bed, carefully pulling back the covers. The materials of the sheets and comforter were luxurious, yet she still had trouble sleeping. Perhaps it was knowing the real her wasn't wanted here, and was thought better off dead. She was still scared.

Skye stared at the ceiling for what seemed an eternity. Finally he sighed. Sitting up he scooted to the middle of the bed sitting crosslegged. He knew he wasn't gonna sleep without making it up to Arthur. Arthur? he reached out tentatively.
what? Did something happen?
Not yet… but… I… Skye struggled to find the words.
What?
I wanted to apologize for earlier…
Skye… you don't have to… I already know I'm never gonna escape it….
That doesn't mean it isn't wrong…. you shouldn't have to deal with that anymore… said Skye.
I know…. but that doesn't change the fact that there is, and always will, be an uncrossable rift between me and you, and the others. said Arthur. And we all know nothing will change that.

Septima felt herself start to drift off after what felt like hours. She sank down into the soft pillows and blankets for what was probably the best sleep she'd had in a while.

Skye felt tears come as Arthur broke the link. He lay back, wishing that Arthur's words weren't true.

Arthur sat back on the lonely rooftop, crying. He'd been forcing it down since earlier, but he couldn't hold it in anymore.

(Alright)
Septima woke up with a few small rays of light streaming in through the window. She slowly sat up and stretched out, then went to get dressed.
"Skye, are you up?" she called through the door, loud enough for him to hear if he was awake, but hopefully soft enough that he could still rest if he was not.

Skye had slept fitfully, but being a light sleeper he awoke at Septima's voice. "Lemme sleep Sept!" he groaned, enjoying the comfy bed he was on.

She bit her lip. "Ugh… sorry…"
Septima made her way through the chamber.
"I'll just leave and maybe investigate some more. You can join me whenever."

Skye appeared at the door, his hair was totally messed up. "I'm coming I'm coming give me a minute…" he said before disappearing to get dressed.

"Oh, you didn't have to," Septima said.
She sighed softly and apologized again. She should've just sneaked out and left a note.

Skye came out a moment later, "Aww it's ok!" he said, "I was getting too comfortable anyway…"

"Gods, these bedrooms are nice," Septima agreed, "I slept like a baby."
She looked down to see her shoelaces were untied, so she bent down to fix them.

Skye grinned, "Well obviously, we were given a royal suite…"

"It's not like I come from a rich family," Septima said with a laugh, "I didn't even know they made beds this comfortable."

"Honestly me either.." said Skye.

"Glad we're on the same page there. Alright, so what's the plan today? We know they have a prison… so what do we do?"
Septima stood back up and shifted her weight back on her heels.

"I suggest becoming a bit more well known around court before snooping around too much.." said Skye//

"Yeah… It's got me feeling nervous, though. That could be us, Skye."
She looked out the window.
"I was thinking it might be wise to get some intel from the town, too, or is Arthur taking care of that?"

"That's Arthur's main job at the moment." said Skye, "Though I can't really relate to the nervousness… I mean, I don't like being around nobles, but I'm not nervous.."

“It’s doesn’t really matter that they’re nobles… just that they probably want to kill us,” Septima replied.