forum The Wish Granter (Fantasy RP) OPEN FOR A SHORT TIME

Started May 15, 2018 by Deleted user

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London held the letter fondly with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"He defended you. You stayed with him. No sign of struggle. Nothing." she slammed her axe on the table, still facing the wall so she could cry without Nimue knowing. "I thought we were friends. Best friends."

“It’s a mental struggle, Marya,” she said, starting to sound pleading. “It’s not something you see. And even if he likes me doesn’t mean I like him!”

Marcus mentally kicked himself over and over as he hesitantly knocked on London’s door.

Tears trickled down her cheek and into her mouth. They tasted salty, almost like how she was feeling at the time. "So much desperation in your voice." she pulled out her pack of cigarettes and lit one, inhaling the smoke.

“Yess? Come in!” London said cheerfully, sitting on top of his table.

“Those things will kill you,” She said after a moment, voice turning cold. Stubborn, stubborn Marya. Blinded by love and needing someone to blame.
Isnt that you?

“U-um, he… hey, Lond.. London,” Marcus stammered, blush already rising to his cheeks.

Cal let out a deep sigh, looking at the floor blankly. There was nothing to do. They would parade him around the kingdom and they would probably whip him and kill him in the end. To send a message. Cal shook his head, wishing that he could say goodbye to his friends.

//yeet

"I know. I'm hoping I get killed during a battle instead. Go down with some honor." she yawned and flicked her cigarette into a trashcan.

“Marcus!” London yelled in delight, he ran over and wrapped his arms around Marcus’s neck.

“I honestly think living to old age would be best, but you do you.”

“Hi?” He squeaked, a little shocked at the sudden hug. Maybe he hasn’t read it…?

“I liked your note.”

"I'd rather not do myself." Marya made a face and turned around. "I forgive you, but now you have a patronizing nickname."

(have to go check on macarons BRB)

(Yes go check on them Nerd.

Run to the kitchen.

Check on themmmm.

You go Nerd.)

//See you!

So he did.
“I- uhm, thanks… I mean, I can explain a bit better if you want me to but it’d be kind of difficult I mean maybe I wasn’t really clear in the note-“ he started to ramble.

“I think I understood it. But you can explain it!” London said cheerfully.

“I mean if you understood it I’d really rather not,” he said hastily.

“Pleassssseeeee.”

"I'd rather not do myself." Marya made a face and turned around. "I forgive you, but now you have a patronizing nickname."

(back, now reply)
(Also, side note, I don't curse as much as Marya, and, for the sake of this rp, I watered down her cussing a bit)

“I’ll take that,” she said after a moment.

-

“Do… do I, I have to?”