Time had passed before Zeles started to wake up in a hotel room, the brunette was nowhere to be found. But the sound of running water was evident as the male was taking a shower to clear his thoughts for the time being. While he was happy to be reunited with her again, there were a lot of questions that were left unanswered when they parted. 

Upon waking up, her mind recovered, but her body still ached with a need for mana. Despite this, she stubbornly slinked out of the bed to inspect where she was. Her clothes weren’t tampered with, and she did not have any strange markings on her body... so she wondered why was she in here? And how did she get here? Wrapping herself in silky sheets, she furthers her instigation by going toward the obvious sounds of a shower running.

In the steamy bathroom, she sees the silhouette of a large man behind the curtains of the shower stall. As she quietly peers at the mysterious figure, she creeps over to the toilet and flushes it. From the sounds of a toilet to it washing down cold water on him, either he will slip and injure himself, or he will hop out and reveal himself for a disadvantaged confrontation.

does your muse ever get jealous over dumb things even if it’s in another verse they just “[ points ] THAT’S MY FUCKING PERSON”

P S A

   There is a problematic system in the role playing community known as sexual predators. What? What do you mean, Caleb? I mean those who aspire sexual scenarios with their muses regardless of any boundaries to which may be present. For example; If a character is evidently not interested in sexual intercourse yet another disregards such an aspect and writes said character as someone who hounds young girls or women to unfold chemistry with the other mun in order to feel comfortable enough to write the smut. In addition to that, female characters tend to innumerably accumulate sexual related comments [ Especially from anons ] which indicates their sexual interest as befell upon that exclusive beauty. — They don’t care for them as people, but as a figure to fantasize about while humping a tree.

    Now, before anyone says ” its normal to be sexually attracted to others ” — and yes, it is. However, there is a difference between a healthy interest, and a obsessive one. The majority of predators are males to boot, i state this due to the fact that I’ve observed countless male role players chase, flirt , and engage with female characters. As a male role player myself, i find that demeaning. Sexual harassment is easily noted and it should not be ignored. Whether this is just Role play or not, such content can be triggering and vastly repulsive. It goes for both genders, to be honest. Now before i end this i also wanted to bring up the subject of underage!! — This may be fiction, my friends„but it doesn’t change a thing. When a forty year old goes after a teenager…there is something wrong there. I furtherance to that, there are muns who are underage yet people ignore this. Smutting with a child is a crime my friends.

    With that said…Please be wary to whom you converse with. Sexual predators can easily veil themselves behind fiction, but in time, they will show patterns. Respect these characters and the Role players!…Thank you ♥

     So remember..

                             RESPECT FEMALE // MALE CHARACTERS!!

                                                               &&

                                                                  RESPECT THE ROLE PLAYERS!!

                                                                                                                                       ┐( ˘_˘)┌  

"Man you’re really out of it…" Alvin stated as he walked carefully in the direction that lead to the direction of the nearest town. He paused when he heard the woman call his name, a relieved look on his face appeared that she remembered him.

"Yes Peaches…it’s me…save your strength alright? We can talk more when you wake up." 

Though she hears,

she still doubts. Though doubting helped very little to numb the pain, what bit of numbing she could get, she took it like old over the counter medicine in excessive doses. She can't say nothing more, her body gives in to sleep, but a restful one is to be determined. 

"Ow!" He pulled his hand away, her nails were still sharp as ever as he looked at her more closely, "Jeez how long have you been here by yourself…?"

Without warning he scooped her up in his arms, “Sorry but, looks like I need to get you somewhere with mana flow…You’ve probably been wandering Elympios for a good while now.”

"Yes...? Alone...?...." Before she could ponder {forever}, she is scooped up into strong arms. What's left of her own mana can feel that his spirit was so familiar, and the physical frame of his was very familiar. This man makes her soften up by a great deal though she was already frail. 

"M...m'manna?..." She shifts ever so slightly in his arm to look at his face that blurrs in her vision. "Al...vin?" She can hardly keep her eyes open, but she sure is trying.

"…..Nothin huh?" Alvin walked around so he was standing a couple feet away from her. Sure enough that hair was unlike any other he knew. He knelt down so he was level with her. 

He sighed lightly, “Are you really spacing out in the middle of a forest?” Looked like she didn’t change a bit. He curiously reached over, poking the side of her head before getting a strand of her red locks, tugging on it a little. 

"Mmmnn..." She was delirious, like someone who was malnourished for too long.  Her eyes flutter when she sees his face, she could feel her heartbeat skip as well. When he pokes her, she gently pats his hand to go away, but when he tugs on her hair, she digs her nails into his hand. "H-hey..!" 

Though very weakened, it's most definitely her. 

He probably stood there for a good while, trying to double check that this was what he was seeing. If he was dreaming…please don’t let him wake up…not yet.

Alvin took a couple steps forward the frail form before him, hesitant in his movements. Was it her? If it was…did she remember him at all? He heavily debated on his words before he finally just called out, “Zeles…?”

It indeed was the 'slippery' woman he managed to win over and stay by his side before fate said 'no'. Right there in his eyesight, same red hair cascading down her thick frame, but not her usual pink clothes; she dresses more according to this world's fashion these days. 

She's feeling dreamy herself, especially when she hears the sound of a familiar voice.  She hums as she leans her head into her hand and zones out into the horizon. She doesn't believe she is hearing soundly, neither does she care if it's some weirdo here to take her away. She hit the point she was looking for; this lethargic unfeeling mode of recovery. 

i was pleasantly surprised to see that i remember my log in information for her

guess who will sometimes post again |D

The Former Knight nodded at her comments, fingers still running over the cuffs. If he was honest he only understood about half of what she said, but he could piece the rest together.

“So if I’m getting this right…It’s all about the time spent together then actually being tied up?” He commented before folding the cuffs and placing it into one of his many pockets.

"I’m not sure I could trust someone tying me up like you can. I think I’d freak to be quite honest." He admitted before relegating his hands into his pockets.

"Not with those tacky cuffs, they don't look comfortable at all. I prefer silky scarves. But basically, yeah."

"I thought you were madly in love. You aren't reboundin' are you?" 

*Sees Zeles and Asbel talking about bondage* “Heheheheheheheheh”

Sees Zeles and Asbel talking about bondage…

(You creepers)

(i am cackling because there's something about THE WAIFU AND THE HUSBANDO going'huehuehue' about their SOs.)

"Well, fortunately for you, I’m sane and can speak from experience, It’s nice when you really trust the knot maker. I like to be the one tying others more, though." There is more than one occasion she let a dude named Alvin tie her up. 

“So what I’m getting from your use of persuasion…This is about trust?” And cue fingers running across the metallic, and furry, cuffs. “These don’t look comfortable.”

"They look like they’d pinch."

"Yes. Before him, I wouldn't have thought of it at all. Because you're cute, I'll share with you, so that if it does happen...you know what to expect."

"Physical technique is perhaps the least important element. It matters to some degree, but not as much as people think. What matters even more is the energy and intention that’s brought into the space together — the energy of love, lightness, curiosity, and a desire to lower the shields and play together like free spirits. I can certainly attest that an amateur massage given with love and caring and the intention to make the other person feel really good feels so much better than a professional, technique-driven massage delivered with coldness and detachment. The energy is everything♥"