forum Roleplay with @Starlight-I-Love-Magic! (closed)

Started January 19, 2019 by @Becfromthedead group

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Arthur nodded as she said it. "I envy the situation they're in now. They're lucky."

"What do you mean lucky?" Septima asked, treading the waters carefully with her questions.

"They have it better than I did." Said Arthur flatly.

"Oh… I'm sorry…"
Septima wondered if she should've even gone there, but he had practically been asking her to ask, right?

Arthur took a deep breath. "It's ok Septima." He said gently. "I've been over it for awhile. Though my relationship with my siblings might still be majorly awkward around it."

"There are some things you may never get over, though," she said, "I'm not going to ask for any details, but uh… yeah, it's okay to feel lasting effects from horrible events in your life. It's not fun, but it's not uncommon, of course."

Arthur burst out laughing. "Lasting effects?! Septima those are the least of my problems!"

"Really now?" Septima replied flatly.
She almost started to bare her teeth- her lip curled slightly, but she was able to stop herself. She didn't like being laughed at when she was trying to be a decent person.
Like dwelling on his problems and bringing them up repeatedly, having his family hurt because of what happened, and literally wishing he were in the shoes of other magic users under the worst torture she'd ever seen weren't lasting effects and weren't bothering him a lot.

Arthur lay back on the floor. Getting his control back he sat up and turned to face Septima. "I know I must seem selfish, bringing it up, noting how much it affects my siblings, wishing I could be in those people's shoes?" He looked her dead in the eye.
"I'll say this right off the bat. I'm probably not exactly sane." He said, and I get it alot where people don't understand, because I don't have scars that people see."

“I never said it was selfish. I literally said it’s… okay? And you brushed it off and laughed at me.”
Septima was tense, and her posture closed off.
“But whatever. We have a job to do that’s greater than ourselves.”

Arthur sighed, he was going to say something but decided against it.
Skye sighed. "I just hope you two can live with each other." he said, "And yes, Arthur's sanity has been in question ever since we met."

“As long as I’m respected, I could not care less,” she muttered, shifting around so she could stand up again.
“But even if not, that’s not getting in my way.”

Skye rolled his eyes, heading for the window. "Good luck you two" he said, before disappearing.

"Bye, Skye…" Septima called after, but he was already gone.
She turned to Arthur, but didn't say anything.

Arthur sighed, looking around the room. "Soo…" he said.

"So…?" she replied, flashing him a quick glance, but breaking her gaze away immediately.
She leaned up against the wall again.

Arthur shrugged, feeling slightly awkward. A few moments later he was playing with a violet mist, and changing the color of the coffee table in the middle of the room.

"I just hoped we could get along better," she admitted, walking the length of the room.
"And maybe we still can. Just got off on a worse foot than we intended."

"That would be my fault… and I'm sorry…" he said.

"Not entirely. I can be… touchy, uptight… I've been called a lot of things."
She tilted her head back and kind of laughed at herself.
"We'll work on it. We kind of have to."

Arthur nodded, "And I know that I can be over sensitive, and insensitive at times as well.. "

"I know as long as I can stay focused on the task at hand, I'll be fine. Is there anything I can do to help you?" she offered, her voice becoming a lot calmer as she cooled down.

Arthur sighed, "Other than putting up qith me and my weirdness? Not much…" he said. "Though I'll warn you now that I'm completely unpredictable."

"So I've gathered," Septima replied, "And that makes it a lot more difficult for me to keep my cool. You see, I… My job, my background, I had to keep everything in order all the time, and my bosses would practically crucify me for my mistakes, and the mistakes of those under me. So let's just say I've learned to run a tight ship."

Arthur looked up at her. "Why do I always have such horrible luck?" He asked of no one in particular.

"Man, you and Aurelius both," she replied, "I can't claim to understand, but like… you've seen some stuff I haven't. A lot of it. I'm not great at it, but if you want to talk, I'm here. I try to be."

"I didn't mean that." Said Arthur, "It's just, everything about me is literally chaos. You can't keep a tight ship if I'm on it."

"I realize that now. I'm trying to break the habit, because this time, you and Skye are the ones who really know what you're doing, and no one's going to rip me to pieces because one of the boys had their shirt untucked, or some dumb thing like that… It'll take some adjustment, but I'll try to loosen up, for all of our sakes."
Septima lowered her head.
"I'll do my best."

"I just hope we don't end up hating each other.." he said, "To be quite honest I usually annoy myself before anyone else, and by the end of the day I've usually driven myself up a wall."

"I don't think I could ever hate you," Septima said, "Irritated? Sure. It happens. It happens with the people I love most, even. I know you have good intentions at least, and that means a lot more to me than just about anything else."