Silvermoon
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Player Name: Kasey Lilacina
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Post by Silvermoon on Oct 14, 2023 15:13:39 GMT 9
Everywhere was still quiet. Silvermoon was used to some areas being less populated- but not like this. Even full of pokemon and life, the woods felt sterile and empty.
They walked with Kintsugi, eyes flicking over the quiet shadows. Expecting... something. New trainers hunting for their first pokemon, or others enjoying the crisp leaves, or- something.
What they hadn't expected was blue, bright and stark against the autumnal golds of the Birchwild. Streaks of blue and orange on a big white coat- "Wait-" <That->
Silvermoon ran, collapsing into the grass by Saint, reaching for him- but flinching back as something on his jacket smoked, flaking off into the air itself. They steeled themselves, and yanked the heavy coat off, more of the black- things- dissolving into the air. "Saint? Saint!" Silvermoon shook his shoulder, and whipped around to look-
The Shrine- should they carry him there? |
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
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Post by Saint on Nov 10, 2023 13:26:11 GMT 9
The body was limp—like a marionette without strings; a hollowed teacake. On the surface, it was perfectly in tact. The colors were correct, from the brown of his hair and skin to the bright colors of his clothes, but underneath there lied nothing. He was not asleep. He did not dream. He did not think. He did not breathe. Just. Nothing.
The black stains continued to fade, clinging not so much like blood, but like the embers of a metal poured from a fresh mold.
The hand on his bare shoulder would pry him back to existence, Saint groaning as his head lolled forward, eyelids slowly prying open for molten gold to stare blearily at Silvermoon’s face.
“La… cri… mosa…?” he mumbled, pale locks drifting over the haze of his sight. |
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Silvermoon
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Player Name: Kasey Lilacina
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Arena Points: 37
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Post by Silvermoon on Nov 17, 2023 4:27:29 GMT 9
Saint was- cold. Concerningly so. Not like something frozen, but- like something left out and abandoned for hours. It was far too long before he moved, a slow groan escaping him. He looked up at Silvermoon, and there was nothing- like he could barely see them at all.
“La… cri… mosa…?”
That sent a spike of panic through them, and Silvermoon moved, hooking arms under Saint to pick him up. He was heavy- Silvermoon wasn’t used to carrying people, much less grown men- but he also wasn’t, fearfully light.
“C’mon, Saint,” Silvermoon whispered, carrying him towards the Shrine. They heard Kintsugi keeping pace behind them, but didn’t dare look back- eyes fixed on their goal. “I’ve got you. You’ll be okay.” |
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
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Post by Saint on Nov 18, 2023 5:32:13 GMT 9
Something grabbed him. Saint winced, being lifted off the ground, his head being jostled like a box of trinkets. He slumped heavily against a sturdy pillar, feet slipping over the grass as he starts being dragged elsewhere.
“Mm’fine…” he mumbled, face tucked against his captor’s shoulder. Who was this? Lacrimosa? But the voice was different, and he doesn’t recall him smelling this pleasant. He thought he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
The golden leaves of Noonlight Shrine are a beacon in the gloom. The closer they approach Moltres’ rays, the more smoke seeps out from Saint’s clothes—the faster they dissipate.
The twist of agony on his face unwound, leaving only exhaustion. |
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Silvermoon
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Post by Silvermoon on Nov 21, 2023 23:46:04 GMT 9
Silvermoon forced themselves to keep pace, to not slow down- not try to push themselves faster. With a grunt, they lifted Saint enough to lay him on the raised roots of the tree, climbing up to sit by him, coaxing his head into their lap.
Kintsugi jumped up beside them, Saint’s puffy jacket over his back, which smoked and smoldered, the air then finally falling still. Silvermoon just frowned at him, Kintsugi’s eyes pained behind his mask.
“You’re okay,” Silvermoon repeated, reaching to gently pet Saint’s hair. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” |
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Saint
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Post by Saint on Dec 2, 2023 9:06:06 GMT 9
The world remained dark, Saint dimly aware of the rough, jutting ground under his body, and the warmth cast by multicolored flames above. His head was lifted and placed on something soft, whispers of comfort reaching for him, indecipherable.
He trembled, his jacket and its familiar weight absent. His hand curled against fabric as he buried his face into safety, the sensation of fingers gently carding through his hair one that was sorely missed.
His chest rose and fell, and he was fast asleep.
His dreams were empty: their contents devoured.
It’s a long time before he wakes. His fingers bunched the fabric in his grasp as he peeled his eyes open, the world at first a blur of light colors almost too painful to look at. His pupils swung to the edge their sockets, elegant features coming into focus, hovering over him.
“… Silvermoon?” |
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Silvermoon
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Post by Silvermoon on Dec 30, 2023 14:54:00 GMT 9
Silvermoon didn’t know how long it was. The sky bled slowly, crisp blue morning falling to daylight, to evening. Maybe it was fast, an accelerated timescale so that players of all timezones didn’t miss out on things.
But maybe it was one-to-one, the whole of the day vanishing to a video game, to sitting at this tree, Saint cradled in their lap.
He was still, in his sleep, even as Kasey carded fingers through his hair, Kintsugi keeping watch, Moltres shifting above. Silvermoon had long stopped trying not to worry, trying not to go through every possibility of where he had been, of what had happened.
It was only when Saint stirred, fingers tightening on their tunic that Silvermoon realized their throat hurt, felt an instant from tears.
“I- Saint- Saint, it’s me, it’s Silvermoon. You’re okay. You’re safe now.” |
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
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Post by Saint on Jan 25, 2024 1:13:59 GMT 9
The words were soothing. He didn’t often believe them, but lying here, somewhere so warm and being held by someone who wouldn’t lay a wrong hand on him, who wouldn’t pile him with expectations—it felt like he could rest.
Or he would—until he saw their eyes.
“Are you… crying?” He was wide awake now, and reality came crashing down on him like cold water. Saint flinched, scrambling to pull himself off Silvermoon’s lap, withdrawing his hands and holding them up in front of his body like a criminal waiting to be apprehended. “Shit, I—I’m sorry, I didn’t—did you find me? Did you bring me here?”
He was flushed hard enough to hurt, and in his usual nervous, defensive tick, pulled the collar of his coat up until it brushed his nose. With his complexion, it was impossible to tell when he was blushing, but it comforted him—hiding his mouth. And he didn’t know why, but the fact Kintsugi was right there, presumably watching, made this all the more embarrassing.
“I’m so, so sorry. I was…” Shit. Shit. He felt like a dick. One, for worrying them, two, for—being a Goddamn hypocrite.
He looked down. “… I was at Mistra. If—if that wasn’t obvious enough.”
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Silvermoon
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Player Name: Kasey Lilacina
OOC Username: spibe
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Post by Silvermoon on Feb 6, 2024 12:36:07 GMT 9
Silvermoon seemed to perk up when Saint spoke- relief flooding them. Saint was okay- he was okay.
Until he wasn’t, jerking b ack as if burned, hands shielding himself. “Saint- Saint, you’re okay-” Their voice faltered as Saint retreated further.
“I-” I was at Mistra, They didn’t even consider him a hypocrite- “Saint, it’s okay. It’s okay. I just- you seemed hurt, and I was worried.” Silvermoon took a deep breath, and reached out, very gently taking his hands.
Silvermoon looked at Kintsugi, and then back to Saint. “When we found you, something was- was smoking, on your coat. I… um, and you said… Lacrimosa? Were you- did you hear something?” Kasey wasn’t- really religious, but um. They’d been to church a lot, and did find it interesting. |
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Saint
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Weekend Warrior
Round 2
Posts: 384
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Player Name: Angelo Alvarez
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 10
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Post by Saint on Feb 17, 2024 7:31:02 GMT 9
The urge to fling himself into Moltres’ iridescent flames grew dim as Silvermoon ushered him back, his hands twitching, tense, and eventually relenting as they were gently grasped.
I was worried. He stared at their clasped hands, mouth still set in a frown, eyes soft with guilt. “I’m sorry.”
It was strange, how coincidences worked. As Silvermoon recounted the state he was found in, he could only think of their first meeting. The tables had turned.
The mention of Lacrimosa brought emotion back to his face, and he tugged impulsively as if shocked or reeling from the memory of a bite. “No, I—Lacrimosa is not a song.” Even though that voice now played in his head, persistently. “When I entered Mistra, I wasn’t alone. There is a player who goes by that name.”
He needed to fidget, but didn’t want to let go. His hands squeezed theirs in a pattern, thumbing their knuckles as he gathered his thoughts. “I don’t know why I’m acting like this. He didn’t even do anything wrong. He just wanted to go in, and I followed him because I was… worried.”
His gaze grew distant, staring at pale hands entangled with darker ones. “At least I was the first time.”
He shook his head, gripping Silvermoon’s hands, his own trembling. “That's bad, isn't it? That I let him go, even though I knew it wouldn’t be safe.” A stupid, unnecessary question, but one that came out regardless.
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