Tag: roleplay

Flowers of your pain

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“You’ll get sick of me.. everyone does..”, Markus mumbled, sniffing. He didn’t like it, he didn’t like himself, and he really believed no one would ever really stay with him and love him. If only because they got annoyed by his depression.

Markus stayed quiet in return. He knew not every person was happy with their soulmate, but most people were. He wanted to be happy too.

“I’m sorry.”, he said quietly, sniffling. He knew Daniel didn’t like his apologies, but he had to.

„Its okay Markus.“ he whispered softly and then just stayed quiet, holding onto the other softly while he rubbed his back soothingly. He would try to help him, he wanted Markus to be happy too. But Markus needed to let him help.

Markus sniffed, rubbing his running nose with the bottom of his shirt, uncaring about it. Most of his stuff was somewhat bloody by noe anyways.

He slowly fully relaxed against Daniel, feeling a little better than before. Not good, but not like actively wanting to die.

Draw on me

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“I love kids.”, Markus wrote back with a small smile. He really liked them, and he had had a lot of fun being in a kindergarten and helping them, teaching them. He even had been in a pre-school for some time, though he preferred the kindergarten.

“Isn’t it morning for you by now?”, he asked then. It was evening for them after all, and adding fourteen hours to that..

Agnes looked outside and chuckled softly. “I guess it is. I have to get to bed. Last graveyard shift is tonight.” She gets up and stretches, turning the computer off.

She goes into her room and changes into her pajamas, then uncaps the marker again. “Love you.” She capped the marker, turned off the light, and went to bed.

Markus was startled when Arthur told him what she had written, blushing slightly. He carefully drew a heart in reply, letting Arthur help him wash off the rest of the messages. It was time they ate something, and then went sleeping as well. Though probably jot until a good few more hours.

Enyo wandered the forest with a small smile on his face, since the storm he had erected a cottages which was small on the outside but big inside so that it didn’t damage the surroundings. It was made of magic technically so no humans would stumble upon his home. He still didn’t have a name nor face for the forest deity, he was just very thankful for permission to stay. @crushed-starrdust

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Elvin was very happy having Enyo here. It was just nice, and the animals of the forest were peaceful around him as well. They didn’t mind the little cottage, as well as visiting there. As long as Enyo was peaceful and kind, nothing and no one living in this forest would bother Enyo.

Elvin liked watching Enyo sometimes, rarely talking to him again -staying hidden most of the time, though not so that Enyo couldn’t see him if he would try.

The deity was currently on a small clearing, tending to some flowers. Humming some melodies he remembered as he helped them grow, and made sure no weeds would kill the little flowers.

He tensed slightly as they passed the charm, uttering a quick spell to protect himself incase it didn’t accept him. He grinned again as he was allowed in.

Enyo gasped allowing his gaze to wander as they came into the clearing. “An area of mass beauty deserves its charm. This place is stunning.” His voice was soft and in awe. “A place fit for the deity.“ He almost cooed the words softly glancing at Elvin. “Is that your tree?”

Elvin was very happy that Enyo enjoyed being here. It was his home after all! And he spend most of his time here, when he wasn’t elsewhere in the forest.

“Yes! And I hope it’ll be here for as long as time.”, he replied, smiling happily. He let go of Enyo’s hand, to instead make his way over to his tree. His hair, and the cloth of his greek chlamy, were the same dark brown as the bark of the tree.

Flowers of your pain

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“You’ll get sick of me.. everyone does..”, Markus mumbled, sniffing. He didn’t like it, he didn’t like himself, and he really believed no one would ever really stay with him and love him. If only because they got annoyed by his depression.

Markus stayed quiet in return. He knew not every person was happy with their soulmate, but most people were. He wanted to be happy too.

“I’m sorry.”, he said quietly, sniffling. He knew Daniel didn’t like his apologies, but he had to.

Flowers of your pain

dxrkmirxge:

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“You’ll get sick of me.. everyone does..”, Markus mumbled, sniffing. He didn’t like it, he didn’t like himself, and he really believed no one would ever really stay with him and love him. If only because they got annoyed by his depression.

„Do you really think so? Do you really think i Would’ve come back to you if I was annoyed of you?” He asked then.

“Some day you won’t. You’ll get sick of me, and my problems, and my crying, and my apologizing, and my everything, and you’ll wish there’d be no new flowers on you again, and-”, Markus was so used to people leaving his life, blaming him for everything, hating him for things out of his control.

Flowers of your pain

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Markus calmed down after a while, just shaking and whimpering against Daniel. He would feel… better? maybe? if Daniel only just ignored his existence. 
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry I’m apologizing so much- sorry-”, he was stumbling over his words again, but he couldn’t care less.

“I just- I-… I’m just such a problem and no good and you deserve someone good and not me because I’m terrible and you’re so kind and sweet an all I am is a huge disappointment and all I do is worry you and- and..”, he was rambling, voice quiet and words quick. 

„hey… hey Listen“ he whispered and looked at him before he cupped his cheeks. I don’t care if you are blind. I don’t care if you have mental health problems. But I care about you. I wanna help you and make you feel good.“ Daniel daid and then kissed him softly.

Markus looked at Daniel with teary eyes, trying to take deep breaths, though they were shaky and stuttering. 
“But-”. he tried to start, before he was kissed. He relaxed a little bit at that, holding onto Daniel’s chest again.

“But I’m such a burden with my problems…”, he mumbled quietly when they parted again.

Flowers of your pain

Markus calmed down after a while, just shaking and whimpering against Daniel. He would feel… better? maybe? if Daniel only just ignored his existence. 
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry I’m apologizing so much- sorry-”, he was stumbling over his words again, but he couldn’t care less.

“I just- I-… I’m just such a problem and no good and you deserve someone good and not me because I’m terrible and you’re so kind and sweet an all I am is a huge disappointment and all I do is worry you and- and..”, he was rambling, voice quiet and words quick. 

Flowers of your pain

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Markus whimpered when Daniel raised his voice a little, cowering into the corner where his bed stood.
“No- no please- please I’m sorry- I- I-”, h broke off, sobbing. He was a mess, he knew he was, and he just.. he couldn’t help himself. He knew he was a terrible being to try and take care of.

He dropped his phone onto the bed, to instead sob into his hands, repeating “I’m sorry” again and again while also gasping for breath between sobs and words.

Daniel quickly made his way to his car again and drove over to him, not ending the call though. Once he arrived, he quickly rushed inside and upstairs, pulled him close. “I’m here. I’m here darling. It’s okay…” he whispered.

Markus could hear Daniel coming, but he didn’t care a lot. He just sobbed more when he was pulled into his arms again, loud and hurting. He hated himself so incredibly much, and mostly just because of the people that had abused him. And by now, he would only blame himself for all he had gone through.

Flowers of your pain

Markus whimpered when Daniel raised his voice a little, cowering into the corner where his bed stood.
“No- no please- please I’m sorry- I- I-”, h broke off, sobbing. He was a mess, he knew he was, and he just.. he couldn’t help himself. He knew he was a terrible being to try and take care of.

He dropped his phone onto the bed, to instead sob into his hands, repeating “I’m sorry” again and again while also gasping for breath between sobs and words.