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voidtreckerexpress2020-10-07 12:39 am
ayao) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-10-07 12:39 am
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It's too much to take. [Open]
Who: Meng Yao, NerdanelMama-Elf + Open!
Where: Garden Carriage & Library
When: Horseshoe 20
What: He enjoys the flowers and studieslike a Lan.
Warnings: There might be some talk about sensitive subjects (prostitution, murder) from Meng Yao. I'll try to mark the comments.
Everything is Roses [Closed to Nerdanel]
The flowers are soft beneath his fingers, hiding their thorns and irritants. He feels like they have something in common with him. On the outside, for years, he has had to be soft. Appealing. But inside he is a festering mess of pain and bitterness.
His lips twitch and he crushes the petals against his palm. As the remnants fall to the grass under his feet, he notices her. She has such pretty hair - so warm, so vibrant.
And are those pointed ears?
"Am I intruding?"
He had thought himself alone. It bothers him that he had missed her presence.
I Devour Books [Open]
Meng Yao spends his free time studying, taking extensive notes in a careful, beautiful calligraphy. When he finishes with a book, wringing it dry, he sets it aside, beginning with the next volume immediately. What he is searching for isn't concrete. Any new bit of information lights his fire, carrying him forward...
But his eyes are getting tired and he finally rises from the table, taking a short walk around, rolling his shoulders to relieve tension.
Where: Garden Carriage & Library
When: Horseshoe 20
What: He enjoys the flowers and studies
Warnings: There might be some talk about sensitive subjects (prostitution, murder) from Meng Yao. I'll try to mark the comments.
Everything is Roses [Closed to Nerdanel]
The flowers are soft beneath his fingers, hiding their thorns and irritants. He feels like they have something in common with him. On the outside, for years, he has had to be soft. Appealing. But inside he is a festering mess of pain and bitterness.
His lips twitch and he crushes the petals against his palm. As the remnants fall to the grass under his feet, he notices her. She has such pretty hair - so warm, so vibrant.
And are those pointed ears?
"Am I intruding?"
He had thought himself alone. It bothers him that he had missed her presence.
I Devour Books [Open]
Meng Yao spends his free time studying, taking extensive notes in a careful, beautiful calligraphy. When he finishes with a book, wringing it dry, he sets it aside, beginning with the next volume immediately. What he is searching for isn't concrete. Any new bit of information lights his fire, carrying him forward...
But his eyes are getting tired and he finally rises from the table, taking a short walk around, rolling his shoulders to relieve tension.