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This RP is for Fern and Peachy only. Thanks! |
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PLOT: Three years ago, the daughter of a duke was arranged to marry a knight she had grown up with as childhood friends, only to watch him leave her the following day on his way to war. He had always been a kind and happy soul, and a man that the princess had adored with her entire heart. Awaiting his return, her life was anything but glorious. Ever since a young age, her father treated her with cruel intent, giving all his attention to his eldest daughter whom he claimed as his favourite and brushing anything his youngest needed under the rug. Having hardly left castle grounds, she awaited for her husband to return to her. They only had one night together before he was sent off on his duties. Stories of her husband were told by whispering winds, carrying the tale of a knight turned commander by the slay of a powerful dragon. Upon his return in the middle of the night, he whisks her away to his fortress but a few days journey ahead. The knight returns changed, hardened and scarred by war. He was no longer the man that the princess had married, leaving tension lingering within the air. While their relationship starts off rocky and uncertain, they soon grow close and fall in love over time. Her journey to healing begins, as his devotion to her is sealed. - Made By: Peachy Keen |
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𓂀 Gale "Sweetbane" Hummendueas 𓂀 ₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪ Age 20-25ish, somewhere around there. He lost count once he started training, the days seem endless and you lose track of time easy so hey, can't blame the guy. Apperance: Ol' Sweetbane has black hair, used to be choppily cut until it grew out a bit, so now it's just a short, messy look which contributes to his facial features. Speaking of, he's got a chiseled jaw with heck nobody knows how to say it, somewhat medium height cheekbones (?) along with piercing blue eyes, one featuring half brown in it. He towers over people with a height of 6'5", though it'd always been a problem with ex-lovers when it came to even trying to kiss them on the cheek, had to full on bend over to do so. Moving on- along with the piercing blue eyes his skin is deeply tanned from time spent out on patrol, making his eyes even brighter. Broad shouldered, body toned from 7 years in the knight force, same per usual. Not too many freckles, mainly just a light splatter of them on his face, very light though, and you can barely see them unless you're realllly looking. He's got a few scars, one running from the left corner of his top lip to his chin from an unlucky bobcat encounter while trying to cure boredom on a patrol years and years ago, yeesh, hurts just thinking about it. Another small one runs through his right eyebrow, from when he was sharpening a knife and got frustrated, hitting it too hard and breaking a piece of the sharp steel off, it lodging itself in his skin. There are more he won't talk about, no matter what you try to bribe him with, he won't say anything about them. Personality: Gale has the personality which can light up a room, his booming laugh and usual smile on his face making people join in on the laughter, not many people leaving after seeing him in a bad mood, unless you're the kingdom's enemy--- most likely because a quarter of your troops just got killed by him but... i'm not gonna say anything just yet. Usually don't see him depressed or anything as that's very unatural of him, only thing you see beside straight nonchalantness is silent determination on the battle field, and let me just say--the way that man wields a sword? Scary stuff right there, scary stuff indeed. Clothing: Most often seen in his scratched up metal armor, the helmet usually forgotten in his quarters, his sword in it's hilt at his right hip, capsules to end himself incase he's ever captured by the enemy and help isn't coming in a pouch on his left. Always wears a thin leather necklace with a pendent of the kingdom's symbol, keeping a piece of the nation he serves close. Reason Behind ''Sweetbane'': Now, obviously all knight's have nicknames. Whether it's for code, quick coversations, or if you genuinely don't know their actual name. Gale could be covered in blood, armor cracked, breath ragged and still grinning like he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world. He's sweet and all off the field, sure. Bane is what he becomes when instructed to, though he honestly hates fighting. If Gale smiles at you, pray you’re one of the sweet things. |
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Selene Devereaux The forgotten one ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Age: 23, though the years alone have made her to feel significantly older. Appearance: Selene has soft, nearly white-blonde hair that reaches for her waist in subtle loose curls. It has always been long, and in fact, she's never even cut it and doesn't plan to. Her face is something soft and delicate, her cheek bones high and her jawline the most gentle of slopes connecting to her slender neck. She bears wide doe-like eyes in a stark shade of steel grey, and those eyes once held a certain light to them that just doesn't seem to exist anymore.. They merely hide behind long lashes, cast towards the floor until something of interest comes along. The runt of the family, Selene rises to a height of 5'3", something that has never bothered her as much as it seems to bother those around her. People have tried to push her around and take advantage of her "weaker" nature, but she simply chooses to take out their shins and continue on her way. To add to her fair features, Selene has porcelain skin that seems to have barely been touched by the sun despite having often spent time outside. It gives her an almost ethereal glow, adding to the soft beauty she beholds. She is slender, with narrow shoulders and a slim waist, though she does have the curves befitting a grown woman, with an ample bust and curvy hips. She could probably do with a little more meat on her bones, but she's not too worried about it. As far as scarring goes, the princess bears only one that is notable- a poorly stitched wound from a terribly aimmed arrow on a walk that was apparently too close to the training arena. The scar is around two inches long on her upper arm and is somewhat jagged, thanks to the healer being too busy with her sister to worry about mending the other, bleeding Princess. So, impatient as ever, Selene stitched it herself with a sewing needle and thread. It's a miracle there was never infection, and after that incident, she quit going out as much during the day. Personality: Selene is nothing like the girl she used to be. Once upon a time, she was bright and friendly and playful, but now she might as well be considered dull, quiet, and uninteresting. Ever since her father married her off, she had slowly began losing pieces of herself in her loneliness. She didn't care to socialize or attend parties, not that she was wanted there anyways. She rarely even ate dinner with her family, opting to take her sup in her room in the comfort of her space with a book and a warm fire. Catching her in a foul mood during the day is easy, though perhaps that was because she did not sleep in the night, resulting in a cranky Princess with no time for foolish games. At night is when she comes alive, however. Even on the coldest of winter nights, Selene would find herself on the balcony, dancing and talking with the stars, the only ones who ever cared to listen anymore. Sleep has long evaded her, as worry and nightmares typically plagued her too terribly to even bother. But that was alright. The night was silent and attentive, giving her the space and freedom to do as she pleased without feeling so alone. Clothing: More often than not, Selene is found in delicate gowns of varying color and style, her favorites having billowing sleeves and the daring necklines that her father never liked. A simple, silver necklace rests across her chest with a small, glittering gem and it is typically the only jewelry she wears in comparison to her older sister, who has likely never worn the same necklace twice. And though it is unbecoming of a woman, let alone a princess, Selene keeps a small, sharp dagger sheathed against her calf for if she ever finds herself in trouble.
The Forgotten One: Selene has always known that she is a burden to her father in some extent, especially after her mother's passing, but the truth of the matter is that he likely wouldn't even care if she disappeared off the face of the planet. All of her needs have been pushed aside for her sister, the future Grand Duchess and Queen. It was like the moment that he had married Selene off, she was no longer his problem, even as she remained under his roof without a word from her husband and best friend in some three years. She's began thinking that maybe she truly is alone, and while she outwardly shows that it doesn't bother her, deep on the inside it still does. No one should ever be alone, but it would seem she's been forgotten. |
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Gale kicked and punched with all his might, the bright orange flames erupting in a never ending wall all around him, illuminating the deranged figures on the ruined battlefield. His heart beat quick, too quick, and pounded so hard it hurt his chest. Blood rushed in his ears, the sound overlapping with the shouts of commands and screams of terror, along with his heavy breathing as his legs charged into the battle. His vision blurred at the edges, his head throbbing from an earlier brute hit from a club of an enemy. He sprinted towards an enemy, sword drawn, and ready to duel when they easily knocked him to the ground due to his weakness. Gale let out a grunt when he hit the ground, reaching up towards his attacker and clawing the man's eyes until he raised a sword aimed at Gale's chest, bringing it do-- Gale flew up, eyes wide with terror as his heart raced and his breathing came ragged and short. His gaze darted around at his room, realizing where he was and lowering himself back down onto his bed and covering his eyes. "Just a nightmare, that's never going to happen." He muttered to himself, steadying his pulse and breathing before getting up and buckling his armor on. Grabbing his sword and placing it into it's hilt, he started making his way over to Selene's quarters, grabbing a bundle of her favorite flowers from a local vendor, making sure he was on time for her awaking. |
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Another sleepless night had came and gone, with Selene having spent much of her night on the balcony until she became too cold to feel her fingertips. It wasn't uncommon, but the sleepless nights were beginning to catch up to her little by little. She was tired, pale, and in desperate need of sleep, but no matter how hard she tried it never came. And if it did? Her mind plagued her with the fiery dreams of Gale and other soliders becoming consumed with dragon fire and death. She worried endlessly, but that was life until he'd return. Though, she had no doubt they'd continue long after he did. The mind was a cruel, cruel thing that played on one's weaknesses. Setting aside the empty tea cup from the platter that her chambermaid had brought earlier in the morning, Selene stood to begin readying herself for the day, even if it was far too early to be out and about. Perhaps she'd go walking or simply wait in her room in hopes of something interesting happening. Who knew- She certainly didn't, but she'd be ready. She pulled on a soft blue colored gown in the style that she liked so much, drawing and tightening the laces behind her back with practiced ease. She could have help, but she preferred to solitude. She adjusted the sleeves and brushed out her hair, leaving it down and flowing as she always did. If her sister was there, she'd be telling Selene about how she needed to add some color to her cheeks, to her lips, about how she could be more presentable, but the other princess hadn't dared since the last time Selene nearly bit her head off for invading her space. Sighing, she fixed the sheath at her calf and put the little dagger in before slipping into her shoes, all ready to go about her day. Heading for the door, she took one more glance at her un-slept in bed, making it a promise to sleep later that she knew she couldn't keep. Finally, she began to open the door, seemingly ready for whatever the day would throw at her. |
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Gale had returned the previous night, the war slowly easing off and numerous knights being able to go home. The man saw Selene's door opening, him deciding to act like one of her guards stationed on both sides of the large, dark wood doors. He smiled slightly, quickly returning back to the stone faced expression both of the guards bore. He held the flowers behind his back, seeing her step out and wanting to go after her. "Good morning, princess." Gale greeted professionally, both lowering and steadying his voice to one somewhat unreckognizable, though he still didn't know if she'd even remember his voice due to how long they'd been apart. He kept his expression the same, stoic, stone faced, and unreadable. New scars and wounds had taken place on his face, along with bags under his eyes from the utter exhaustion from the battles. The man finally met her gaze, holding it there for a moment as though it was a hostage, waiting for the flicker of recognition to take place across her face. |
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Selene stepped out, her guards silent as usual, save for one. She paused a moment, her brows furrowing inwards. Perhaps one had gotten sick? "Good morning," she returned almost hesitantly, recalling how it had been her same typical guards only a couple hours ago, and it hadn't been time for shift change yet. That realization caused her to stop completely and turn to look at the man who spoke, her heart nearly stopping right along with her. She recognized him almost instantly, even with the changes and exhaustions he bore. But he was still Gale. She was certain no matter how his features changed, she'd always remember what her best friend had looked like. Her expression was as blank as his, taking him in for all that he was, dressed in battle worn armor and new scars and wounds that no doubt held their own, complicated stories. Their eyes met, her knees almost threatening to crumble as she gazed up at him, the wonder struck emotion slowly seeping into her demeanor as a flicker of warmth in those cold, tired eyes ignited within. All at once she began to soften, an overwhelming sense of relief and joy and so much more flashing across her face.
"Gale.." she whispered, a hint of a smile spreading across her lips as she closed some of the distance between them, her hand reaching up to gently touch his cheek. "Oh god, you're really here?" She fought to get out, still reeling from the fact that he was there and standing before her. She had dreamt a long time ago that the day would come, but after a year and then more had passed, she had slowly began losing hope and fearing that the day would come where she'd receive his death notice. |
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A wicked grin spread across his face, his usual charm coming back. "Yes, i'm here." He murmured, remembering the flowers. "Oh right, forgot but, got you your favorites, some local was selling them just outside by barrack." Gale explained, offering them to her while still smiling warmly. "Never thought i'd see you again, Selene." He whispered, a somewhat scared look flashing in his expression before he tucked it away and displayed a smile once more. "You miss me?" The man teased, his laugh echoing out lightly. Relief flooded over him, she had remembered him, making it one less friend he had lost. Though really, he wanted to be more than friends but, obviously he couldn't say that aloud and risk tossing everything they'd built. |
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Had she been the same girl from three years ago, Selene might've cried to see him again like that, but instead she was there with that silent happiness nearly vibrating right out of her. As he produced the flowers from behind his back, she smiled brighter, her heart wildly skipping a beat or two as she took them, breathing in their soothing scent. "I can hardly believe you remembered.. thank you," she told him genuinely, unsure of the last time she'd been given something as sweet as flowers. That hint of fear made her heart ache for the second she saw it, her own smile fading for a moment before returning. "I know.. I've thought the same thing everyday.." she admitted, a more somber smile taking the place of her previously one. She had been certain that her father or fate had been playing some cruel trick on her when he was sent off to war the day after their wedding. At his tease, she laughed, the sound foreign to her own ears thanks to it having been so long. "How could I not miss my husband and best friend? Everyday for three years..." she told him, her smile softening with her own tease. It was so easy to slip back into happiness with Gale, but would he still like her all the same when he figured out how much she had changed? How cold and detached she'd become emotionally? It had been really hard, and she was sure he had changed too, but what if it ruined everything they had and loved about each other... |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
