𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳，𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 ∘ ° ❉ ° ∘ ㅤ

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

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𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑿𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎.

#mvrp #oc

[秀𝐻𝒾𝒹𝑒 ꪻꫝꫀ ꪗōᛕꪖ꠸ ᦓꪶꪖꪗꫀ᥅ @TheSohayamaru]

.... 𝖘𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉.

#SlayerKnight

Mostly serious RP.
Fight RP encouraged.
Angst is most welcome here.

#YouWillDie

#DSRP #MVRP

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

【 ℱ.ℰ.ℛ 】𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘍𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥

𝘐𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔' 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔
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[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

|| Will edit my bio soon. Seems like a lot of editing to do but please hang in there and I really hope to do more soon ~

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

edge of the canvas, giving it a gentle wash of color and direction.

A sigh parted her lips, as her imagination and the subject matter of ravens at hand, a symbol of hope gave her peace.

#SL #MVRP

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

A canvas, set almost perfectly still near the almost uniform grey stone walls carried the weight and legacy of the setting, with statues of predecessors of the Xriracan line scattered in an unresolved room in the castle.

Yet, the elvian's setup was a dynamic opposite. One whom—

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

—had a oriel window seat, enveloped with a generous amount of silk sheets, pillows.

A paintbrush in one hand, it moved across the canvas like how a mind would paint an image, detailed but authentically hers. Her dainty fingers held the brush as they instinctively moved to the—

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

@nursingFears —of the magic of healing with elixirs?"

The elvian tilted her head to the right, a strand of hair weighing down as she spoke. She knew herbal treatments, but not typically modern medicine like the nurse did and was still curious as to where she got them from.

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

「 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @nursingFears 」

The sight made the elvian devastated. They were no more than a ragged pile of rubble in the once beautiful yet loved temple by the people. She held her claymore sword in one hand, thinking about the people she could've saved.

On one─

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

@nursingFears —she was in distraught already.

Honour and loyalty to her heritage was one she wouldn't let go that easily, despite the alcohol quickly taking in fact, made her slur her words and rock her body back and forth.

"Tell me, Seong ja, how long will this take to heal? Have you heard—

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

@Coretriel || Yes, and make it feel like a safe place where people can have fun and interact with their dedicated character creations.

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

@nursingFears ─cupping the small bowl with her fingers, her eyes lit up as she felt a faint gush of blood warming her pale cheeks, a blush of roses, almost resembling a champagne pink.

the time it took for that to happen was pretty fast. Almost instantly without doubt.

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

@nursingFears The princess paused for a bit and thought of an answer, re examine her past alcoholic ventures.

" Well. . . I prefer wine over anything in particular. I can't quite put a finger on it, but the taste somewhat reminds me of a liquor from Prithia I had a long time ago. "

Still─

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

@Coretriel || I feel this 100%, thankyou for addressing this ~~

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

@nursingFears ─peculiar but anew. She took small sips until the very last drop.

" This isn't too strong is it. . . ? "

Oblivious to the fact that she was a lightweight, she laughed it off, not knowing how strong this concoction would matter in the long run.

[𝑭𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓 @BenevolentFey]

@nursingFears " Thankyou. And sorry if I caused confusion. . ."

The elvian exclaimed as she cupped the small bowl on her dainty fingers, slowly moving her thumbs to the edge to regain her grip.

An odd tasting liquid she thought. Since she had a fine taste in wine tasting, this tasted─