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| Behind the Facade; Alana and Mercutio | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 12 2017, 10:44 PM (745 Views) | |
| Queen Harmonia | Apr 12 2017, 10:44 PM Post #1 |
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Queen Harmonia, First of Her Name, Ruler of the Realm
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To say that befriending a certain dark-haired, mysterious male was at the bottom of her list of things to do was an understatement; pure and simple. Alana had previously run into him twice before getting entangled in this whole situation, and both times he had infinitely frustrated her due to his near-obsession of pointing out how small she was, and how ‘cute’ her anger was. That, and he was darn strange. For everything odd she could say about him though, he had proved to be useful and she was thankful for the fact that he essentially saved her from an otherwise grim state two or three days ago. She was originally a very reluctant guest on the island, something that he called ‘Regalis Island’, and only stayed out of a stubborn feeling of gratitude she held towards the man who saved her life. After a day spent in the glorious sunshine however, she started to warm up a good deal. Having spent most of her life in rainy ol’ Scotland, with other portions in Wales and then in Northern Ireland, sunshine was something she experienced very infrequently indeed. She felt an odd sort of affinity towards it, she started to realise. Perhaps hot climates were the best for her, courtesy of her quirk? Whatever it was, she was swayed (albeit rather easily) to stick around for a while. After the effects of the drugs wore off on that first day, she was a good deal more chipper as she spent almost every waking moment out in the sunshine. She had packed a bag before heading out on that disaster of a night, some of which proved to be summery in style. However, she would need to go elsewhere soon and actually retrieve more of her (limited) amount of clothing. That, and more art supplies. She was already running out of room in her travel sketchbook. It was relatively early morning, and she was outside with first light, as she was every morning since arriving here. The sun had already warmed the sand and felt pleasantly warm in spite of the early hour, and a soft sea breeze was already rolling across the island. She was dressed in a pastel pink sundress, which was a change from her previous cropped shirt and short skirts. Its sleeves were puffed and ruffled, and it had a very girly feel to it in comparison to her previous ‘punk’ outfits. Somewhat different, and immeasurably adorable on her petite frame. The Sundress She was barefoot, walking the line where the waves met the sand, the ebb and flow of the sea water sometimes encroaching over her feet, but she didn’t pay any attention. Instead, she seemed very focused on a drawing she had been working on inside her small black sketchbook. It was a relatively small one compared to the rest of her supplies, and meant for taking out and about on journeys to sketch what she saw on the go. Currently, she was working on a detailed sketch of footprints left in the sand. Every so often, she turned and walked backwards, to take in more details of her footprints leaving their mark in the malleable ground. Soft mutters escaped her lips as she talked to herself, mostly about various lines and aspects of detail, or perhaps even utterly random things. Her long blonde locks were left loose as always, with her trademark plaits through some of her front-most bangs. She looked to be quite the odd picture, alright. She found it rather easy to lose herself in her work, and anybody approaching or watching her would go ignored by the girl herself unless she were physically roused or called out to. Such was an artist’s brain. Edited by Queen Harmonia, Apr 12 2017, 10:45 PM.
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| Reggie | Apr 13 2017, 12:44 AM Post #2 |
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God of Destruction
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The sound of a boiling kettle screamed, singing over the heat of the stove-top. A faint gleam of Mercutio's misty, aura wrapped round the pot, silencing the kettles tune. The kettle began to pour boiling water into a cup as Mercutio made his way down stairs. He was shirtless in white cargo shorts while kicking it all barefoot. Mercutio made his way to the couch to take a seat and rub the sleep out of his eyes before surveying the room. It was finally quiet. Ari was up to no good on the mainland and he had sent Jonah with a new intrigue of his, Rory, to Colorado. With two people being left here alone, it shows how secluded the place actually is. Mercutio had been spending the last few days deep in thought over the past events of the last two year. Having taken Ana's life in a dysfunction rage... Mia's complete disappearance, the disillusions of the good Mercutio thought he was doing dissolving, his only friend dying by the hands of someone whom... Mercutio now has an unhealthy obsession towards. All of this, not to mention the incident with young Ms. Tsubomi when Mercutio first left the hospital and his mind was scrambled eggs... Mercutio, regardless of trying, continuously seemed to fail and those around him. Those few he cared about even through the once broken fractured comatose mind, have all ended up dead. This is why he placed himself scattered in the middle of the pacific with nothing to see from horizon to horizon. With all this in mind, it brought him to the subject of Alana over and over. "Smol-chan, I have tea." he muttered, passively slipping in pet-name after pet-name as usual. Mercutio feared her, not as in who she was, but how he felt about her. He really didn't want to get close to her, but he couldn't... or wouldn't.... send her off. For lacking a cent of humanity in societies eyes, Mercutio seemed rather human... and a bit predictable when it comes to ladies. Lightly sugared his cup as the steeping water spun itself. |
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| Queen Harmonia | Apr 13 2017, 11:40 AM Post #3 |
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Queen Harmonia, First of Her Name, Ruler of the Realm
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When she was finally satisfied with her work, Alana stopped her almost insane pacing around the perimeter of the small island and looked at the little house inside which she had been living for the past few days. Holding her sketchbook open on the page she had been working on, she started padding her way across back to the front door, left slightly ajar after she had left earlier on. She entered the house, Kame House, and wiped her bare feet on the mat before making her way inside properly. The smell of tea brewing was an attractive one, and she started to walk towards the kitchen to grab herself a cup before she was stopped in her tracks by a familiar voice. He once again used a pet name for her which revolved around her height, and she sighed with a roll of her eyes as she went to the lounge to glare at him. “You know, I’d really prefer it if you would call me some variant of my actual name.” She pointed out, and while she was glaring at the dark-haired man, it was only for a brief amount of time. Her hair and eyes settled on a pale reddish sort of hue, giving away that she wasn’t really irritated or angry. She felt like after every run-in with this man, and their continued companionship, they should at the very least use each other’s names. “My first name is Alana, but I prefer Ignacia. Some people call me Iggy. The latter names were a nice way for me to distinguish myself from… them.” She averted her gaze and moved to the kitchen, getting her own cup of tea while he brewed it using his bizarre power. Things had been quiet around the house since the others had dissipated, and Alana certainly didn’t dislike it. She had been debating whether or not she liked the mysterious man’s company, and was still as of yet undecided. At least now she felt more at ease with him, and didn’t explode with anger whenever he chose to give her nicknames based upon her ‘cuteness’ or her height. Oftentimes, both. She brought her cup of tea into the lounge, sketchbook still underneath her arm. She took a seat in the armchair beside the couch, looking at her companion curiously. He had opted for a different look today; what with his lack of cosplay, for one thing, and namely the lack of a shirt. It made it easy for her to see a scar about his person, which she had never previously seen. “You never did tell me your name.” She spoke quietly, sipping at her tea in a nonchalant fashion. She couldn’t help but be curious. Considering that he saved her from a pretty grim fate, she felt as if she should know. Edited by Queen Harmonia, Apr 13 2017, 11:41 AM.
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| Reggie | Apr 14 2017, 02:31 AM Post #4 |
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God of Destruction
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"I too understand the stigma associate with names, but using that name also gives you dominion over it as well. The power in names works both ways and sometimes... embracing that which we hate can be one of your most powerful weapons; however, this is all self-fulfilling philosophy. Horseshit essentially." he said softly in attempt to not come off brash or abrasive. "If you do not see the beauty in your name, that's fine but I cannot promise you to hold my tongue. Nicknames are how I remember people... ever since my car accident a few years ago, my brain has had quite a hard time recovering despite how many attempts my friend and I made to reconstruct it all. But I create my own reality now, it's the only way." he explained, getting into deeper detail. Mercutio looked to her, a soft blush holding in his cheeks as she spoke and embarrassment set in. Had he really not mentioned his name once to her..? Maybe his plot and actions moving forward with Jayden clouded his thoughts. The principal garnered a lot of his attention at those times, but now he was clear in thought process and he was very eager to share himself with her. It was his plan after all, he felt it was only right with how he was feeling. "Mercutio... Mercutio D. Regalis. though D. Regalis is a persona used to hide my true past and connections to a family that I have.. marked for death for the wrongs they have committed to those closest to me." he admitted for the first time, his eyes avoiding hers in shame. Edited by Reggie, Apr 14 2017, 02:33 AM.
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| Queen Harmonia | Apr 14 2017, 07:09 PM Post #5 |
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Queen Harmonia, First of Her Name, Ruler of the Realm
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Her eyebrows raised, duly impressed by the philosophical nature of her companion’s speech when he was talking about names and their power. She took another sip of her tea and almost spat it out when she giggled, courtesy of him calling what he just said ‘horseshit’. She grinned and chuckled, composing herself properly before speaking again. “I didn’t want to have to be the one to tell you sa such.” She joked good-naturedly, and drained the rest of her tea before putting the cup down on the coffee table beside her. He proceeded to tell her something that she wouldn’t have really guessed, and it started to occur to her just how little she knew about this man. Him confiding in her about an accident he was in was something which took her by notable surprise, but not in a bad way. That was why he insisted on nicknames instead… She could understand that; visually-based nicknames were easier to remember than somebody’s name, even for her. And she hadn’t been in an accident in which her head had been damaged. “Even though I skipped most of my Science lessons in school, I can kinda remember how fragile the brain is. It’s not surprising that it’s proved to be a difficult and long process.” She added, and flushed slightly at her admittance of flunking a lot of her classes. “It’s just the nicknames revolving around my height that I get, uh… iffy over. It normally comes with quips of how I’m basically a child.” She sighed, not quite sure why she was divulging this information to all but a complete stranger. True, she was learning about him now, but… why was she still being so open, compared to how she usually behaved? So, now she could put a name to his strangeness. Mercutio. She wasn’t truly surprised; somebody like him needed a suitably unique name to fit them. He explained his surname as an alias, a way to separate himself from a family who had caused various wrong-doings and death. Her eyes widened, and shifted to a sort of sky blue shade. Slowly, her hair followed suit. Whatever she was expecting from him, this had not been it. “And I thought I had it kinda bad.” She joked weakly, her awkwardness in serious situations rising to the surface. “Being an orphan sounds a damn sight better than having those sorts of issues. At least now it makes sense as to why you’re always so aloof.” She nodded slowly, allowing all of this to sink in. Being as astute as she was, she was able to see clear as day that he was avoiding her gaze. She bit her lip and looked at him properly. “Hey, it’s alright. I’m not doing any judging, okay?” Her hair and eyes swirled with stormy colours, a sign of her concern as she tried to ease his nerves and anxieties the best she could. Was getting up and touching him, offering physical support, going too far? She bit down harder on her lip as she waited, preparing to make a move and react in a proper manner. |
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| Reggie | Apr 23 2017, 08:26 AM Post #6 |
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God of Destruction
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"Nothing wrong with staying young forever, you won't have as many aches and your skin and hair will remain where it is suppose too." he added with a sigh, his words coming up short, but his eyes made up the rest. If it wasn't his words, it was his eyes and if not his eyes than his unconsciously-expressive soul would give him away. Mercutio watched her lips press and purse and for a moment he was lost in the sound of her voice and the ever changing melody of self-expression that is her hair and eyes. An irking feeling in the pit of his chest began to resonate as well within his head as his subconscious tries to self sabotage; with the evils Mercutio has committed, at times, he feels as though he doesn't deserve happiness as a simple ramification. Due process. The world getting even, and it got even... Mercutio's only relaxation in this all was the nervousness radiating off Alana as she bit her lip and looked at him properly. “Hey, it’s alright. I’m not doing any judging, okay?” she said with soft words and cloudy eyes. Mercutio smiled and her concern caused him to relax a little and let go. "I just need you to know a little something more, Miss..." Mercutio began, nicknames being swallowed left and right before, "Fury." managed to spill out. "You'll get over it, or kill me. As well, you couldn't say anything I haven't already told myself. I'm generally my own worse enemy." he went on, something bigger coming up out of this. "When I wasn't myself, I killed someone I loved." he muttered, staring out at the water. "And now, with the warmth you radiate and the sweet taste of your energy..." he rambled, not thinking about how a girl would take that extremely creepy comment. He did explain how his quirk functioned, right? "I think I am falling in love with you. I feel as though I am becoming addicted to your very existence." he cooed, his eyes locking on her now, his mouth hiding behind sips of tea. |
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| Queen Harmonia | Apr 25 2017, 09:12 PM Post #7 |
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She would be lying, pure and simple, if she said that she was expecting something so philosophical from this mysterious man she had found herself in the company of. He spoke about how staying young would mean that one wouldn’t have to worry about aches and other problems which come from ageing. At mention of hair, she subconsciously raised a hand and started twirling her fingers through a few spectral strands that changed and shifted even as she did that. “I doubt that I’ll stay this youthful-looking forever.” She pointed out wryly with a smile to match, shaking her head somewhat at the thought. “Not that I have any idea of how I’ll look when I’m older. No parents to compare myself to and all.” She gestured generally with her hands and shrugged her shoulders. It honestly didn’t bother her, at least not outwardly. “But hey!” Her tone brightened a good deal as her previously wry smile lifted into one more cheery and cheeky, a soft giggle leaving her lips. “Growing old is inevitable, and growing up is optional. We’ve got to enjoy what we’ve got, as well as countless other cheesy inspirational things I could say.” She grinned at Mercutio then, giving him a sidelong glance to see if any of her words actually hit home for him. They may do, or they may not. At the end of the day, she didn’t have direct control over his emotions, but at the very least… well, she felt closer to him now. Was he perhaps a friend? She wanted to try and shake some of the melancholy she saw about his person, which hung like a cloud of his crimson energy. Alana concluded that she really didn’t like seeing him like this. After she reassured him that she wouldn’t be judging Mercutio in the slightest, he seemed to perk up somewhat and said that she needed to know something else. He almost called her some variant of a nickname, and instead settled on ‘Miss Fury’, which had her looking quite smug for a second. Well, that didn’t half sound fierce!! Just like her. She could get behind that nickname. His next words confused her visibly, and her hair clouded with a sort of deep yellow hue, mixed with the occasional flashes of whites and blues, like a reverse storm. He told her that she would either accept it or kill him over it, which had her worrying about what he was about to say. Mercutio called himself his own worst enemy, and stared down into his cup of tea while saying something that she’d have never expected in a million years. He just admitted to a murder, to killing somebody, when he wasn’t himself. When he admitted this to her, he went on to somewhat ramble about her, and how she radiated a sort of warmth and how her energy ‘tasted’. She remembered him briefly talking about his quirk before, so that wasn’t the oddest part other than him somehow linking her with someone he loved. Her mind was literally reeling as she made sense of all this, paired with his following words. He thought that… he was… falling in love with her…? She felt physically dizzy and gripped hold of the armchair with her free hand for a second, as if to right herself. The words had been alien, and the feelings that rushed through her after hearing that were even more strange and unusual. What did it all mean? Why could she all but hear the blood rushing in her head? There were far too many questions with not enough answers. And… he was addicted to her very existence? She looked at him, honestly speechless for one of the few times in her life. “Love…” She finally muttered, already having felt heat rising in her cheeks, but deciding to ignore it. “It’s that thing which… it exists in stories I’ve read. And I’ve written about it, painted pictures that people say remind them of it…” She was rambling, she knew that now, but she didn’t stop. “But I’ve never felt it.” She shook her head, brows furrowing as if she were trying to recall said feeling that she was struggling to grasp. “Isn’t it… doesn’t it flourish when two people know each other, all of each other?” Her question was both genuine, and also more rhetorical as well. She didn’t need an answer for it, and she was already flicking through her sketchbook, stopping on a page and flipping it open before turning it to show Mercutio. He would be looking back at himself. A nicely finished and detailed sketch of himself was on the page she was showing him, looking out of a window in the house. Her head was tilted to the side, her cheeks still a little flushed and her hair shifting through pinkish red hues. “Is that why I’ve been drawing you a lot? I’m not sure, just…” She was grasping at straws, and her emotions were all over the place as she tried to muddle them out. Rainbow spectrums spread through her hair from root to tip, and glistened in her eyes, to represent her mixed state of emotion. Before, she had been happy with not knowing him. She wanted nothing more than to leave this island. But after being here, reflecting on him and his enigmatic nature… she had wanted to know more. Drawing what one can see was easy, she found. She wanted to know what lay beneath his surface, and now she was getting a snapshot of it, she felt compelled to know more. Even his confession that he had killed somebody didn’t faze her, not really. Growing up in less than savoury areas, she had known plenty of people who had been driven to kill or similar. No, she wanted to try and understand everything; understand him, understand herself, and why on earth she was so stuck on it all. |
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| Reggie | Apr 30 2017, 09:41 AM Post #8 |
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Mercutio felt his eyes begin to well up with tears, but fought them off very well. He has had practice after all. "I know all I need; I have a way of feeling out.. not that it matters. Try and disregard what I am saying, sorry." he mumbled as his cheeks turned red and he stood, walking away quickly; however, he found it hard to leave the room when he heard her saying that he was something she had been painting. In that moment, he could nearly feel his heart skip a beat. Love, for Mercutio, was unlike anything another could imagine. Having been so mentally enraged, having damage to his brain previous cause the death's of those he loved, it was hard for him to accept any of his feelings. He had felt something about Ana the first day he saw her in that bar and Mercutio felt the same after leaving the bar Alana was in with Kull and the others. She didn't fear him like most, and she was so sure of her self... the confidence was like a drug; and he was addicted. "I've... I've written something about you too-.." he muttered matter-a-factually, but cutting the sentence short so he could slip away. Even though he had left the room, crimson fog crept softly about the ground, dancing and caressing at Alana's feet. Mercutio's subconscious wanted to reach out, but the only way he knew how was so blunt and flat. He had lost that romantic side of him somewhere a long the way. Maybe it was the growing thought that his baby sister was actually gone... For the rest of the night, Mercutio felt it best to remain alone and leave Alana be. There would be a moment he would call down stairs and say something about the broom-closet actually having a space behind it where a room was/ 'Alana... what a beautiful name with a beautiful face. A brilliant mind and fine wit as defined.' he mumbled, speaking too himself mostly. [End] |
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| Duck | Jul 30 2017, 01:06 AM Post #9 |
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Comments: WHAT A CUTE LITTLE THREAD! I'm such a sucker for cute romantic bits, and this thread sure did the job! Aside from how lovey it was, the development between Alana and Mercutio is deep and so sweet! Adorable! Notes
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