They/them. Black, autistic, agender, aroace. Likely to back up fictional writing here. Looking to have a good place to write in roleplay format for multiple characters -3 Original Characters to be honest with you.
“ I’m giving out free flowers! Do you want one? “ Claire’s smile is warm and EVER PRESENT on her face as she plucks a single tulip from her bundle of plants and twirls it in her fingers.
“A flower would be great. Always love to see such beautiful plants.” And besides, such a pleasant offer should be taken up if given the chance. They loved nature and flowers too much to refuse.
Saima couldn’t resist smiling in response to Setau’s answer. It was always a pleasure to see him and having such a good friend like him was delightful.”Great to see you too. And yeah, I thought I’d hang out for the holidays. It’s wonderful this time of year. I like seeing the markets and performances people do to cherish the season.”
“I mean,” Atlas started, he shifted on the sand slightly to sit more upright, “it’s not too bad, I got to meet new people.” He smiled slightly. “Plus the beach is nice.”
A small sigh of agreement. “True. Meeting new people can be fun. And I won’t ever complain about being by the water. Something about it just feels so relaxing, speaks to me even.” Letting the sand run through their fingers, Saima takes a little heart in the way that they’ve had this close attachment to the water over the years.
A;; “ I see, “ Watanabe muttered softly, still affected by what she saw while she slept… She almost believed she was a penguin on rocket powered roller skates pulling Santa’s sleigh.
“I hope it doesn’t take too much of a toll on you. It didn’t sound like a bad dream, just a weird one. And those have a way of sticking around for a bit.” They knew full well how an especially peculiar dream affected how one managed to proceed through the day.
the demon hovering around the much younger one circles them like a scarf, and mira’s reassured by what saima says. they wave a hand at the smoke draped around their shoulders.
❝ m’ mom. ❞
“A pleasure to meet her, and you of course.” A nod of respect and greeting towards the pair of demons. “Seems nice to have that kind of guidance around on a regular basis.”
they’re writing the names of stars and galaxies all over their arms and hands, all to look up when they’re home. it’s clear that mira isn’t paying attention, too busy talking to the shadowy-smoke hovering around them. they blink.
❝ … you’re not here t’ send her away, are you? ❞
Visiting this place certainly felt like something of a relief in ways that Saima didn’t realize was necessary. Still, they played a little cautious in finding a place to sit.
“Oh, no – no. I’m not here to send anyone away. I’m certain of that.“
❝ i wish i could tell you —- i know little of these waters. ❞ though he found fascination, it was always difficult for him to find true interest in learning more of the waters. he tended to favor something on the opposite end. he stepped forward, his boot just brushing against the start of the water. he looked down, no answer coming to him.
“Fair enough. And even knowing something is no guarantee. I find the waters tend to so many hidden depths – it’s a wonder that anyone learns much about them at all.” Being one close to the water, they had heard and known many things. And yet, the mysteries never seemed to end. A dipped hand into the water, they relish the way the water feels in between their fingers before removing it.
“I guess that’s some of the appeals to the water. Always something interesting below the surface.“
“If anyone wants to go see the Aurora Borealis sometime with me, I know some absolutely wonderful places to see it.” Saima genuinely enjoys taking people out into the wintery wilderness for a sight of the beautiful lights in the sky. And it’s been a while, a little company for the trek wouldn’t hurt.
“I mean, that’s my initial impulse. I’ve always worked best with simple things personally. But I’m always open to trying something different, one never knows what they might encounter out here.”
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