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bakerstreet2023-02-02 04:14 am
pippilongsockings) wrote in bakerstreet2023-02-02 04:14 am
[Could work with just about anything. Would really like to have her be the caged one. Hit me~]
Alone, powerless, stripped in every sense of the word. The days begin to almost blur together in his confinement. Every bit of rage simmers beneath the surface with no proper outlet and no way to soothe it. His realm is abandoned, his raven dead, and his siblings... they will not come for him. They would have by now, if they had any intention at all.
His legs are curled towards his chest, his arms folded around them to keep them near. His eyes are unseeing, focused ahead on nothing in particular. If his captors speak, he tries to ignore them, to drown them out.
He thinks of home. He thinks of freedom.
He thinks of Hob, even if he would rather not. The man who would dare to tell him he was lonely. If only he could see him now. But surely he has moved on, forgotten him as well after Dream missed their last meeting. If he were not in this cage -- would he have gone to see him?
Dream isn't certain.
Maybe it's the isolation that makes him miss the talks. Those ready smiles and the enthusiasm for a long life, regardless of hardships.
It is pointless to consider at this point, while he bides his time, hopes for escape. He curls a little more into himself, lets his eyes trail to count the imperfections of the floor he sits on. Something to focus his thoughts, even if he's memorized every little bit of his cage countless times over now.
His legs are curled towards his chest, his arms folded around them to keep them near. His eyes are unseeing, focused ahead on nothing in particular. If his captors speak, he tries to ignore them, to drown them out.
He thinks of home. He thinks of freedom.
He thinks of Hob, even if he would rather not. The man who would dare to tell him he was lonely. If only he could see him now. But surely he has moved on, forgotten him as well after Dream missed their last meeting. If he were not in this cage -- would he have gone to see him?
Dream isn't certain.
Maybe it's the isolation that makes him miss the talks. Those ready smiles and the enthusiasm for a long life, regardless of hardships.
It is pointless to consider at this point, while he bides his time, hopes for escape. He curls a little more into himself, lets his eyes trail to count the imperfections of the floor he sits on. Something to focus his thoughts, even if he's memorized every little bit of his cage countless times over now.
((ooc; in late StB so would appreciate no spoilers past then but no big if it happens))
Edited 2023-02-02 13:43 (UTC)
[ could be either role ]
( this would work so well with Sae. She would be the trapped one! )
[Moonshade could be captive, or she could be guarding a prisoner her tribe has taken. More likely to go gen than shippy, especially with humans.]
[either role. open to platonic or romantic, as well as cross-canon or cross-medium.]
[ interested in 4 or 5, with hawks as the caged bird? nyx is a loyal soldier type who often ends up flouting orders and could be talked/persuaded into freeing hawks from captivity. down to AU into some version of MHA or something more generic, like a mafia or military (or some other) setting. ]
[After that initial conversation on the mountain, it's been a lot easier to talk to Brontë... at least when they're alone. While she was honest about the situation with her family, the last thing she wanted was to give the Wyvernwinds reason to push Brontë towards a marriage that wasn't his decision at all. Unfortunately, being honest about her opinion of their treatment of their own son would alienate an ally her father desperately needed, and send Brontë to marry someone else, someone who could be horrible to him. (Or treat him perfectly and that he'd fall in love with, but that idea has become more and more painful since that talk, since that kiss...)
In the mean time at least, they can know each other as a somewhat official couple, and it's become exciting, thinking of new things to show him, new ways to make him smile. Like tonight, sneaking onto the roof of the Castle of Lions, laying out a blanket, two pillows, and a tea set for them to stargaze, late into the night that both sets of parents and Coran should be asleep, and hopefully they can catch the sunrise. Allura tries not to pace too much as she waits for him under the clear, warm night sky...]
Edited 2023-02-02 23:40 (UTC)
Sounds good! Let me know if you'd like anything changed!
makingmyway
- 2023-02-03 00:26 (UTC) - ExpandI figure captors can even be interplanar. Always let me know if I'm too dark/upset you, I can edit!
thornspawn
- 2023-02-03 00:48 (UTC) - Expand(jack's a professional nuisance! so he'll go out of his way to free you (probably without gathering all the facts first and maybe that's a decision that'll come back to bite him in the ass because people don't put other people in cages for no good reason, right?) but, in all likelihood, he's probably the one who's gotten on the wrong side of a werewolf-exterminating cult again.
help the hapless fella out?)
help the hapless fella out?)
[[Probably the caged one, whether by her father or by Hannibal, but a role reversal where she gets to save someone else could be fun, too.]]
[[If she's captured, it's probably jailed because of her work with the resistance, rather than anything emotional/mental (although her being the one captured and mind-screwed by Odin is also an option). Rescuing people is also absolutely something she would do, so either side works.]]
[[There's a lot of ways this can work: Convincing a young Marcus to leave the Academy, captured by the bad guys, superhero to the rescue who then gets attached, jailer who starts to develop conflicted emotions over the person he's keeping locked up -- or bring a different scenario altogether to the table if you have something in mind!]]
[OOC: Figured a twist on Scene 9, could build up to 17 if you want.]
[Angel didn't look that different than she usually did, her shoulder length hair now cut to just below her ears. She had also dyed it completely black to help keep the police from noticing her too quickly. She didn't venture outside much, only to help toss the trash and bring in deliveries.
At least it was safe enough now for her to work at the front of the bar again. She didn't mind working the back of the house, but she liked being able to chat and flirt when she was behind the bar. Plus she thought she looked good in the long sleeved button up to hide the scars on her arms. It showed off what she wanted to and kept other things hidden. The shirt was tucked into a tight pair of jeans that just gave the patrons something else to look at and added to the tips at the end of the night.
She slipped out from behind the bar, a couple of drinks in her hands. She ignored the looks that she was getting from the other women at Greed's side and set one of the drinks down in front of the sin.] Another drink for you.
[She lifted what was in her other hand, a double shot of something dark. A little experiment she was trying. A mix of coffee, chocolate and mint liquors. She held it like she was toasting him and then downed it.] Finally got the mix right. Since I haven't been able to go out, I've been experimenting a bit. Helps keep me from getting too restless. Let me know if you want to try it. Just a small mix of chocolate, coffee and mint liquors.
[She gave Greed a flirty wink and a smile before heading back towards the bar. She had been a bit quiet after her rescue, pulled back into her shell, but as things got back to normal and she could do more she opened up again. Maybe it was the couple of shots she had drank tonight or something else, but she usually didn't flirt with anyone.]
[Angel didn't look that different than she usually did, her shoulder length hair now cut to just below her ears. She had also dyed it completely black to help keep the police from noticing her too quickly. She didn't venture outside much, only to help toss the trash and bring in deliveries.
At least it was safe enough now for her to work at the front of the bar again. She didn't mind working the back of the house, but she liked being able to chat and flirt when she was behind the bar. Plus she thought she looked good in the long sleeved button up to hide the scars on her arms. It showed off what she wanted to and kept other things hidden. The shirt was tucked into a tight pair of jeans that just gave the patrons something else to look at and added to the tips at the end of the night.
She slipped out from behind the bar, a couple of drinks in her hands. She ignored the looks that she was getting from the other women at Greed's side and set one of the drinks down in front of the sin.] Another drink for you.
[She lifted what was in her other hand, a double shot of something dark. A little experiment she was trying. A mix of coffee, chocolate and mint liquors. She held it like she was toasting him and then downed it.] Finally got the mix right. Since I haven't been able to go out, I've been experimenting a bit. Helps keep me from getting too restless. Let me know if you want to try it. Just a small mix of chocolate, coffee and mint liquors.
[She gave Greed a flirty wink and a smile before heading back towards the bar. She had been a bit quiet after her rescue, pulled back into her shell, but as things got back to normal and she could do more she opened up again. Maybe it was the couple of shots she had drank tonight or something else, but she usually didn't flirt with anyone.]
SORRY FOR THE DELAY and that works perfectly! Thanks for the patience!
nestingdevil
- 2023-02-14 02:03 (UTC) - Expand
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