A song-based rp! This is a sad song, so this will be an angsty roleplay for those who are reading…
@emilyevewrites
Here are the lyrics to set the moon and the song
This may be the last sunset I'll see
So I'll take it in, I'll take it in
This may be the last air that I'll breathe
I'll breathe it in, I'll breathe it in
I heard that pictures don't change
Just the people inside of 'em do
Whoever told you that life would be easy
I promise that person was lyin' to you
You got a problem with followin' through
That's why I got a problem with followin' you
You keep lookin' at me like this problem is new
But we've been here before, what you tryin' to do?
Don't talk to me like I don't know what you feeling
'Cause I was there with you back in the beginning
Quit looking away when I talk, let me finish
I'm tryna be honest, you're tryna forget me, ugh
What's wrong with you, hey?
I know that you got a lot on your plate
You keep telling me I should get out of your way
But I can't see how you gon' lie to my face
Don't tell me you fine 'cause I know that you not so don't even try
And what we gon' live for in this life full of pain
'Til we're eighty and one day we'll get up and say we regretted our lives
That's where we going
Do not pretend like you don't even notice
Funny thing is that you already know it
I'm starting to think that you like how I feel so be lost in the moment
Lost, lost in the moment
Lost in the moment, lost in the moment
And get lost, lost in the moment
Lost in the moment, lost in the moment
Yeah, they told us that time flies, didn't know what it means
Now I feel like we just running around tryna
Catch it and hoping to cut up its wings
But that ain't gon' happen
Joy, when was the last time we had it?
I don't remember 'cause all that we do
Is go backwards but that's what you get
When you live in the past
And I know we breathing but we not alive
Really, is this the way we wanna die?
'Til you got everything bottled inside
If only they knew what goes on in our minds
I know what you thinking so don't try to hide
Why do you look at me like you surprised?
If you really mean what you write in these lines
Why don't you fix it? 'Cause I'm getting tired
Yeah, I can no longer do this
Ever since you fell in love with the music
See, you find a way to express what you feel
But the moment that you get away from the mic
You don't know what you doing
Is it clear to you yet?
I don't know what's going on in your head
But eventually, you'll have to deal with the things
That you talk about yeah, but I guess until then, we're lost
Lost, lost in the moment
Lost in the moment, lost in the moment
And get lost, lost in the moment
Lost in the moment, lost in the moment
Yeah, oh oh oh, yeah, oh lost
Oh, yeah, oh, no no
This may be the last sunset I'll see
I'll take it in, I'll take it in
This may be the last day that I'll breathe
I'll breathe it in, I'll breathe it in
I already made my character, the villain, he's basically the son of a roman God, later revealed in the story.
Dekanos, a name once loved by his father. Now he was his father's worst child. Hed become everything his father was. Cold, gruesome and unforgiving. He killed the people who were anything but good.
Dean was his human name. He had jet-black wings that would molt into pure white feathers during the winter. His body was lean in physic. He was small but strong, his hidden muscles showed the strength in his body. He had a few powers, obviously his wings but he also could control energy, like electrical currents and lighting. His favorite time was thunderstorms. As his body would be tickled by the mass currents.
So my character is going to be a version of Saul Silva. Basically he’s himself except younger and has enhanced abilities like super-strength and super-speed. His template is still in the works, and I’m adding stuff to it. Sorry it took so long to respond to this 😅
You're good! And this is going to be awesome
Cool beans! Do you want to do the starter? 😉
Nooe! That's all you girly
(This rp is all your idea! You start this time! You got it :))
(fackin arse) dean watched from the roof. The sun was setting as he looked over the city.
(Okay, love you too)
Saul Silva had never been more devastated in his entire life than he was right at this moment. Everything in his world was coming crashing down around him in the worst way possible. Blurred memories played on repeat in his head. He couldn't stop thinking of them… the words that were said… the things that had been done… that he had done. It was too much all at once. He couldn't handle it.
Saul had no clue where he was except that there was a bar just a few buildings down from where he'd ended up after fighting Dean. So that's where he was now, raising another beer to his lips and taking a long swallow. At least the alcohol was able to make him feel looser. The tension in his shoulders was starting to fade away. The memories were slowly burying themselves in his mind. And this was all only after two beers. Imagine how great he would feel after six.
His eyelids were heavy, but the hero forced them open. Even with the alcohol, there was no way he could fall asleep here. There was too much noise surrounding the place. There was music pumping from the dancefloor behind him and the clicking of pool balls immediately followed by someone whooping with joy. Not to mention the conversations buzzing from other patrons at the bar.
But both stools beside Saul were empty. He supposed he didn't look very friendly right now, nor did he feel it. He only wanted to drink, so that's what he did. The bottle in his hand was finished, and he signaled the bartender to get him another.
Dean sighed softly as he lept off the edge and into the air.
He soon landed near the bar he owned, going to go get a drink
The bartender set another bottle in front of Saul, and the man brought it to his lips without hesitation. He wished he could be drunk forever and not have to worry about anything for the rest of his life. But that was a ridiculous wish.
Saul took another long swallow as someone entered the bar. He didn't notice who it was, though. He was too enveloped in his drink.
Dean sat down right next to saul. “Drunk yet”
(Asra?)
Saul barely spared the man a glance and instead glowered at the rim of his beer bottle. "Do I look like I'm in a chatty mood?" he asked, more snarled.
“ you were with me earlier, “ he said softly and shot back whiskey
Saul scoffed under his breath and rolled his eyes. "I don't feel like dealing with you right now," he muttered, looking the opposite direction as Dean and taking another drink.
Dean sighed “you're too handsome to be drinking like that.”
Saul jerked his head in surprise to look over. "What?"
Dean chuckled and nudged his shoulder “ there's the chatty you I know.”
Saul rolled his eyes and looked away again. "Whatever. I know you didn't mean that."
(So wait… what is their relationship?)
(hero against villain) “and what if I did?” he asked, tilting his head
(I mean, does Saul know that Dean is the villain?)
Saul cut him another glare. "You don't."
“Want to find out what alcohol I'm drinking”
