forum The Marked Twins (Kindgom/Fantasy RP)

Started April 29, 2018 by Deleted user

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//bai

//okay, good luck getting it together! we'll miss you :(

:( I'll miss y'all too, and I wouldn't go if I didn't have to, but my emotions aren't happy. Tonight I spent forty minutes crying my eyes out and I think I just need to separate myself from internet for a few days. So that's why.)

//oh no
take care of urself!

//okay

:( I'll miss y'all too, and I wouldn't go if I didn't have to, but my emotions aren't happy. Tonight I spent forty minutes crying my eyes out and I think I just need to separate myself from internet for a few days. So that's why.)

( We'll miss you! Like @ImNotCrazyImAFangirl said, take care of yourself! We can't wait until you come back :D )

Chakuro reached a girl with olive green eyes and brown wavy hair. He looked at her, biting his lip. What was he going to say again? Right!
"It's not safe here, go to Elm Woods, fifth marked tree two hours after this. Do you understand?"

Charlie nodded slowly, still studying the boy. She admired his curly, multicolored hair, reminding her of the rare rainbows she would see at a young age. She had so many questions flooding her mind, but she settled on one. "Why are you helping us?" Charlie finally said, looking up at him.

"I'll tell you later. It's not safe here," he curled his wings around himself, feeling a bit embarrassed that he was so close to this girl. Chakuro's feathers were dropping everywhere and he picked one up, trying to tuck it back into his wing.

Charlie's gaze wandered down towards the feather's dropping on the ground, but she quickly looked back up at him. She nodded slowly, trying to figure out what he was exactly. She had never seen anything like it, but it was beautiful.

Chakuro laughed awkwardly and dropped to the ground, picking up his feathers as his horns bumped into her leg.

Charlie dropped down next to the boy, deciding to help him pick up the feathers. "How do you have wings. . .?" She asked, glancing up at him, her curiosity getting the best of her. Their mother had always scolded Charlie for her questions, calling them 'idiotic' and a 'nuisance.'

"I…was born with them? So was my brother. Half-demon, I guess." Chakuro said, a bit distracted when he realized that the last time a half-demon had appeared was hundreds of thousands of years ago. He was giving away his past. "I mean, we're pretty rare nowadays."

Charlie nodded, racking her mind for any books she had read on half-demons. The only thing she could remember were a few facts, mostly religious writings, but all that was said about them was that they only appeared in rare occasions. As she picked up one of the last feathers and handed it to him, she tried to think of a question. Their name, Charlie. "What's your name then?" She asked.

"My name is Chakuro." he replied, taking the feathers. He smiled, the gold flecks on his green eyes standing out in the sun.

"I'm Charlotte, but I go by Charlie." She answered, a small smile playing on her lips. She brushed her hair back as she pushed herself up.

"Hello Charlie." Chakuro stood up when she did and only then did he realize that he had been holding his breath.

Noa and Noelle were quietly talking with each other, before Noelle nodded and started back for the palace. Noa, on the other hand, joined Chakuro and Charlie. “My lord, miss,” she said, dipping her head to each of them in turn.

"Hello Chakuro," Charlie smiled, turning towards her twin. "This is my brother, August."

"Hello August, and…?" Chakuro turned towards the new girl, questioning her name. "Please don't call me lord."

Noa and Noelle were quietly talking with each other, before Noelle nodded and started back for the palace. Noa, on the other hand, joined Chakuro and Charlie. “My lord, miss,” she said, dipping her head to each of them in turn.

Lord? I've been talking to a king? Charlie looked away, feeling flustered. She turned towards the girl, bowing down to her in return.

“I’m Princess Noa, my lord,” she said,. “It’s customary. Required. Royal etiquette.” She looked up, pink eyes intensely watching the two.

Charlie watched the girl, her olive green eyes sparking with curiosity. Wings, pink eyes. . . how much have I never seen?