The Neighbourhood - Lurk
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“ Well I guess your in luck to have found me. ”
Slanted eyes would rise, query executing the silence at
will. Quiescence was a gift, not a simple tool, yet the
stranger would lack ability to go about his own way—
So force would beckon he to speak. Discipline and
ferocity were terrifying companions, conflating upon
triumph and efficiency.
“ I happen to be one of the most entertaining
individuals in Sindria, or so they say. ”
His imperative, to be trifle and oversee himself, had never
been rescinded. They were repulsive ideas formulated in
the mind of one so utterly shielded from what true suffering
was, that the torment to come could never once have been
fathomed. He’s kind of not realizing “entertaining individuals”
mean he’s the most annoying.
The mild embarrassment that the female felt currently. Even thought he tells her not to worry about it, the emotion plagues her thoughts. Surely if she had been invited or there had been an audience around, she would have felt less like her actions were less intrusive. A soft sigh escapes her as she still lamented on her troublesome thought. The man said it was alright so why should she be concerned? Dainty hands resting against her bosom to try to ignore her own thoughts.
Now he becomes the focus of her attention. A man full of wonder and grace. There was something about this man that reminded her a lot of her brother, Romeo. She was sure they would get along. But this is only an assumption and she should try to stray clear from those sort of things. ❝ I was simply finding something to pass the time. I found you. ❞
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“ Hahaha! Sinbad called
you? That’s hilarious, “
Baring a stench that could not be easily overlooked by a
creature composed of spiritual transgression. Blinking
slowly, strip lashes buffer bronze flesh which
emblazon strong cheekbones. Breath flooding from his nasal
cavity, carrying a faint whisper of sketched flame, completely
translucent to the naked eye.
“ Must be pretty serious then. “
Conversation would wither if he did not push back with
equal amount of force, and perhaps they would be along
their own ways. Unfortunate to such conclusion befits the
curiosity surrounding what garb drooped about his shoulders.
“ Especially if he called someone from the outside. “
❝ hm ? ❞
her attention was moved from the map in hand, now directed to the male before
her. what caught her attention was not the resemblance it held to her infamous
guild member back at home, but it was his attire. she came across many other
people in this country matching in similarity to it. it was u n i q u e——
INTERESTING at best.
eyelids closed then reopened in an instant, now pulling out the slip of paper with
the a few pieces of information about a job request. this should be enough to
DISMISS any confusion of her appearance there.
❝ juvia assumes you work here, yes ? she is a member
of the guild named fairy tail and has traveled here from a
country known as fiore because she ACCEPTED a job that
was requested from someone in this palace. might have that
been you, sir ? ❞
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“ Nah, it’s okay there’s plenty of other seats
open or you know, I could just stand. ”
A humble stare is offered in the bay of an approaching
individual, languid pools of emerald grazing upon what
features offered. Seconds transferring to minutes.
That steady gaze rested farther upon the horizon than
the stranger, eyes blinking in impeding silence.
“ Looks like it’s gonna rain. ”
kateidoku
“Oh, sorry, did you want to sit here?” She had
ALMOST dropped her bag on the seat until
someone else had appeared. “I can move - it’s
not problem.”
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MAGI -225- So there was a time when the eight general were like this
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Now preserving close length between the couplet, treads
would dare their advance forrad with an inaudible chuckle
breathing through flux of prior exhale - this time his eyes would
not leave her - his posture would not designate diametrically -
and the fear of his superior would be a constant reminder to
prevent the former two. His say to such assuage emanates in
wavers, aquiver lacing within words.
Sweeping draft of achromatic blanche unseen and unheard by
the retiring masses of the converging evening’s auburn strands.
Movement throbbing no more in tense footing as drunken gaze
pursues who would tread upon the same path as he.
Digits twitch at his own side and pace halts steadly, feet dressing
the earth in a flicker of dust.
Which way was it again?
Left
Another Right?
The civilians talking are mere background noise, drowned out
by the heavy thumping of his heart. As the branch cannot bear
fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless
you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever
abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart
from me you can do nothing.
“ Wll, isn that NIce.
Think we’re close. “
assimilating to a human metamorphosis, feminine traits were
altered with the absurd frequency of every thought warmed her
cortex. real hopes for a clarification had to be extended because
the response had not yet come. over twenty cm difference in
height made akiko think twice about following he, really.
right hand patted the left arm gently, mammary protuberance
gaining a few inches in its diameter, field of view surrounding
the surroundings, especially her back, the opposite side of the
alcoholic. wondered if it was safe and if her lack of physical
strength would place her in another mess.
petite face met the man at a considerable distance, but her face was
still all mistrust and insecurity. little more than a minute had
passed since the invitation made and already exhausted to the time
of the response. another fast observation to the open space and her
feet finally moved, though hesitant. arms held up in the position that
it was comfortable while her location was altered by shortening
the distance of both bodies.
‘ i’m from margaret town;
situated on fiore’s kingdom, sir. ‘
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Oh, how her action tease the morale of his pride - beckoning
the warmth of ease than the former suffocation of dreads’ light barrier.
he emits the slightest breath to his further respite and feels the final -
diminished deluge of perspiration tickling his cheek with its descent
to retreat the prior fright. words become breathlessly spoken at this
point - but he verbalizes gratitude in its most selfless form.
“ Don’t worry about it, bug. “
A blunt retort, causing only for an abrupt scoff to part from
betwixt his folds. Lithe brims descending to a subtle smile.
Light dawns in the darkness for the upright; he is gracious,
merciful, and righteous.
“ Anyways; what brings you here? “
The female didn’t mean to impose or to creep but the dance was just beautiful. Every step was precise and his moments seem while he held an elegance. Silence over takes her as the curious female awaits for an answer as she blinks for a moment as he speaks finally. Oh! ❝ Is it so? ❞
Lucinda ventures closed to the other only to pause. ❝ I-I hope I wasn’t imposing on you…then. I was genuinely curious. ❞ Her cheeks heating up a bit as her hands clasped in front of her.
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Dance, Dance - Fall Out Boy
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♠♣ ♫
♠ - What are they afraid of?
Sharkkan is afraid of letting his comrades down. He’s afraid of not being enough to withhold the pillars of the kingdom that he has helped build with Sinbad and the other generals.
♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)
Has been answered.
♪ - Are they musically inclined?
He can carry a tune when they are in battle. It’s not fast and rapid, it’s just a smooth movement altogether. It’s controlled, poised, and relaxed, much like how a dancer moves through out their performance. — Or he just whistles.
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♣☼❄
♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)
Sharrkan isn’t transfixed with aesthetics. He’s definitely not arrogant about his looks, but he does attribute a certain amount of pride in his appearance. It stems from his former habit of trying to out-shine every other male he comes in contact with, and it very well may stem from his years as the former Prince; thus something that he finds embarrasing is when a woman strikes his pride.
☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy.
His friends; the people closest to him. One might suspect that Sharrkan’s family was in servitude with Sinbad acting as a brotherly figure, a rebellion cleric. The latter has always been a friend and tyrannical figure beyond the sentiment of blood. Typically sharrkan beholds bonds with certain people that he has met beyon his adventures.
❄ - Favourite season and why?
His favorite season out of all of them has to be summer from the fig tree learn its lesson: as soon as its branch becomes tender and puts out its leaves, you know that summer is near. The longer days, the hot weather, and the suggestive attire that summer brings. It’s all in good fun.
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★ ✖ ♕
★- Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?
He prefers the nighttime which inclines the activity of wine drinking, festive celebrations. Not only that, it’s a time where everything is at peace and that means he’s allowed to relax and unwined. It is a joy of an activity to everyone especially in characteristic to Sharrkan.
✖- Who is someone they just cannot stand?
The person that Sharrkan can not stand is most likely Yamuraiha. Her belief, personality are unabridged contradictory of what he is. With her notion of magic being better than swordsmanship, a passionate thing he so drives with his character, it heavily annoys him.
♕ - Do they trust easily?
To a third party it might seem so, but within a circumstance of betrayal from a stranger, he will be on guard. A dancer ready to act and display a curse of venom.
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♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?
♠ - What are they afraid of?
♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?
♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)
★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?
☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?
☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy.
☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?
♪ - Are they musically inclined?
♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy?
✓ - How do they react to praise?
✕ - How do they handle rejection?
☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats?
❄ - Favourite season and why?
☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to?
❤ - Do they have a love interest?
✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand?
♔ - Do they value loyalty?
♕ - Do they trust easily?
☠ - How do they react to death?
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PSA; I understand that my muses modern face claim has a different skin tone than him in canon but the man I've picked after a weeks debate is the one who's facial expressions and features fit that of my idea of how my muse is. It was very hard to find the criteria of "white hair, dark skin, Egyptian, and green eyes" so I narrowed it down to Egyptian descent and green eyes. Realistically white hair was out of the option and there weren't any actors with darker complexions who fit how I see Sharrkans facial structure and had many photos/gifs of them. Plus I didn't wish to use someone who was all too popular and would have people be in my ask box yelling "Why are you using Chris Brown?". The man I plan on using is Rami Malek, while he's popular he's not so uncommon to use as a modern FC in the anime rp community. This was solely based on facial structure and expressions alone but I did want to include some canon aspects.
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