โBut remember, the ๐ฐ๐๐ซ that begins from here will be ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ and ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ!โ
W.I.T.C.H Canon; Crossover Versatile. Descript Match, Non Select.(N)SFW Content. New to Cedric, not new to verse. 16 Years Exp RP.
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Hi! Iโm Angelica but my nom de plume is Dreaya. I love to role play. Feel free to tag my accounts anytime!
Role Playing Since 6/8/08.
โ WT is #แดษชssแดแดสแด แดส
"My mom says you're a bad influence. Like I need any help being bad."
๐ฅMultiverse
๐ฅNot new to character/verse
๐ฅBisexual (no lean)
๐ฅSemi-detailed
More info below
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โBut remember that ๐ฐ๐๐ซ that begins from here will be ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ and ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ!โ
W.I.T.C.H Canon; Crossover Versatile. Descript Match, Non Select.(N)SFW Content. New to Cedric, not new to verse. 13 Years Exp RP.
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#แด สแดแดสแด#DCRP#MVRP#MARVELRP#WITCHRP
A bright glow shaped around his body. Objects around him in his room crashed into the stone walls. โNo!โ He hissed. โI HAD HIM!โ Phobos stared into his mirror. โWhat is so special about this whisperer that he can break free so easily? And with his memories gone.โ
The young man known as Caleb was back, for now. He gasped for air as he fell to his knees. โYes my prince,โ his long brown hair fell in front of his green colored face. โI serve only you.โ Caleb set his fist against his chest. โGood.โ Phobos grinned.
The petals continued to droop, swaying side to side in response, as if the spirit of Caleb could still hear and react to language. โI created you and so you belong to me.โ Forcing the flowerโs petals upward, the delicate flora began to grow back into the shape of a man.
pretty centerpieces previous form nor of its precarious situation. As the gardener was watering Caleb, Phobos entered the garden. The gardener bowed and quickly walked away.
โTime to admit your failure and return to my control, whisperer.โ Phobos glared down at the flower.
โIn itโs most primitive form!โ
The words of the villainous prince still echo in Calebโs memory despite now being a flower. Calebโs petals hang themselves. The gardener walks by and notices the brilliant blue flower drooping. โCome now, reach for the sun,โ he was unaware of this