Stalkers welcome
THERE WILL BE METIONS OF WAR AND VIOLENCE
There must always be a trigger warning before anything of that sort, any mentions of SH, SI, or sexual assault.
Rules are basically Andrews rules
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Plot is:
In mideval times, Person A(me) Is a witch. A lives in a cottage near the river, and does lunar magic. Person B is a prince/princess that wanders into the woods just outside the castle to get away from their horried father, the king. B meets A by the river, and they talk for a bit. B decides to come back, and make a plan with A. A was the royal sorceress, but got exiled during a great war that tore apart the kingdom. B decided that they should overthrow the king.
I was thinking a romance, with a sun and moon dynamic if that's okay, mxf or fxf. My character will be female.
Character sheet:
Name:
Age:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personlity:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Other:
Here's my character
Name: Circe Monroe (Pronounced sirsy)
Age:23
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Circe has long silver hair that goes down to just above her waist. She has pale skin, with almost white freckles, She wears round glasses and a black skirt with a white blouse. She has small scars any and everywhere on her body from living in the woods. She has a large scar tracing from her jaw to the middle of her left cheek from the war.
Personality: She's calm and sweet. She's a night owl, as she specializes in Lunar magics. She
Powers: She is a Lunar witch, so she does all magic at night. She is capable of doing magic during the day, but her powers are significantly weaker, and it drains her of her energy to do so. She can do healing magic, necromancy, and lunarkenisis.
Likes:She is fond of woodland creatures, and understanding people. She will do whatever it takes to make a person under her care feel safe,wanted, heard, and understood
Dislikes: Swords (daggers are okay but large swords are not) , Large crowds, and Overly loud noises
Other: She has bad insomnia, and rarely sleeps, but when she does she sleeps like a rock. she also has mild PTSD from the war.
Alrighty, I’m here! 😂😂 As usual, only thing is I keep all romance around PG; I’m fine with kissing and hugging, but not with sexual themes.
Same, so we won't have a problem. If you want to put up your character we can start whenever your ready
Name: Ethan Windfall
Age: 25
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Messy dark brown hair and hazel eyes; he has a slight olive complexion and a very friendly smile.
Personality: Is a very bright person; while he can have a strange sense of humor at times, he comes off as very bright and loving towards others.
Likes: He’s a big fan of cookies, and he loves nature and especially flowers. He also likes ocean and has always dreamed of having a home near it.
Dislikes: Heights, snakes, and bright lights
(Imma post the starter now)
Circe was walking through the woods, towards the river. As she walked she enjoyed the feeling of nature. She enjoyed the songs of the birds, the whistle of the light breeze as it blew through her hair, the smell of the woodland pines, the light shining through the thick trees at dusk the rough texture of every tree she touched. She loved it all. As she got to the river, she got down on her knees by the edge, and pulled out a vial from her belt pouch. she filled it with the river water, and did the same with three other vials. She leaned back and sat on her feet, putting the vials back in her belt and looking up, only to see a man around her age, with messy dark brown hair. She smiled slightly. He didn't seem to have heard her. "Hello. What are you doing out here this late?" she asked calmly. She wasn't trying to patronize the man, but she rarely got visitors. especially ones that looked so distraught
Ethan didn’t quite know why he enjoyed the night so much. Most of the people he knew were terrified of the dark; they told him that the only thing that lurked in these places without light were goblins and witches trying to eat the souls of little children. But it was in dark places where Ethan found peace. Peace was all things away from his father, and because his father ruled a kingdom of light, Ethan found that he preferred to roam in the darkness where he was alone.
Well, at least he was alone. He was until he noticed a woman by the river, and he couldn’t help but back away a step as she spoke. He had been warned about witches in these woods.
“Just… enjoying the night air, I suppose.” He leaned against the tree behind him, his hands in his pocket. “I would ask what a young woman like you is doing out in the woods, but I’m not sure I want to know.”
"Same as you. On a walk. I quite enjoy the peace" she said standing up. She could tell he was beginning to get apprehensive. As usual, he had probably been told those old folk stories of witches. Since she was young, all the townsfolk could talk about was how witches were evil, and would steal away your children if you let them get to close. She hated such talk, and so she thought about leaving him there. But she couldn't. Something about him made her feel the need to stay and protect him. The witches weren't all bad, but the goblins sure were. They actually did steal kids. They ate them too. And goblins came in hoards. More than enough to take down a young man such as this one. "Aren't you scared of the witches and the goblins?" she asked calmly
“Scared?” He laughed at first, but soon, a slight frown came upon his face. “Maybe- maybe a little scared of them. I’ve heard they’re not the friendliest of creatures.”
He looked at the woman nearby. She didn’t exactly look normal with her silver hair, and he couldn’t help his desire to ask her one simple question.
“Are you a witch?” he said. “I don’t mean to offend you if you aren’t. I mean, I have heard that witches are ugly, and you’re not ugly, so…”
She giggled. "That's sweet of you, and you're not exactly bad yourself, But I've lived in this woods quite a long time. Not everything you've heard about witches is true. The goblin rumors are one hundred percent true. They eat people. But witches, no. Most of us are nice. You'll come across a wicked witch once in a blue moon but.." she giggled a little "Sorry, Moon witch joke. Anyway. You'll come across a mean witch every now and then if you travel a lot. Every witch is different. I'm a nice one i promise. I'm not going to hurt you or steal away your kids or anything like that. Do you think I would?" She smiled. She knew he wouldn't exactly get her witch jokes.
“Hm, not sure. I mean, you might.” He grinned again. “I’ve never heard of a nice witch before, so I’m ready to meet my first.”
"Glad to hear it. My name is Circe, And you are?" She never dropped her smile. She looked at him from across the river. It was a thin river, yet they weren't close enough for her to shake his hand. so she didn't try
“Ethan. Ethan Windfall.” He took off his shoes and dipped his feet into the water as he watched her. “Not a very prince-like name, is it?”
She laughed a bit. "Oh, a prince?" she teased just a bit. She sat back down, examining him closely. She smiled again. "It's late Ethan. Might I ask why your out by the river so late at night?" She inquired. It was rather odd for a prince to be out in the woods in the dead of night, even though she knew it wasn't really her buisness
“Familial issues, you could say.” Ethan rolled his eyes. “Everyone thinks being a prince is nice, you know? You get everything handed to you on a gold platter. But it’s really not.”
He snorted and tossed his weapon out to the side. Why was he spilling out this much information to a stranger? Especially someone who, according to legend, would most likely carve him up and eat him for supper?
"Ah. I understand. People can be firm in their beliefs. Even if they aren't true." She said, pleased that she had managed to draw out an answer. She did understand. All the witch rumors got to her sometimes. She didn't know exactly what he was going through, but he did know that the king was never the nicest of rulers. Nor people.
Ethan looked up at her. What a curious person. For a witch, she did seem to have a lot of wisdom, and the longer he sat there, the more comfortable he grew around her.
“I feel like you may have a double meaning to those words,” he said. “You’re referring to yourself, aren’t you? People holding firm to the belief that witches are… well…”
"Yea kinda. You don't seem like your to firm in those beliefs though. I appreciate people like that" She said with a smile. She was a calm person.
She had her reservations about people in general, but all those reservations melted away the longer she sat by the river with him. He seemed like a nice person overall.
“So, what does being a witch entail?” He leaned back on his elbows and stared up at the sky. “Making potions, casting spells…?”
"Yea kinda. We do make potions, and cast spells, but it's not all natural. Being a witch comes with some magical ability, but a lot of it is how you learn. It also depends of the type of witch. I for one am a Lunar Witch, meaning i do Moon magic. My power is strong at night, and strongest on a full moon, so that's when most ritual spells are cast. I was out here to collect water from the river for a healing potion. River water harvested at night can be enchanted to become moon water, and moon water is an especially versatile ingredient. We witches spend a lot of time collecting ingredients. The only spells that entail humans are forbidden spells, which are highly frowned upon. Illegal actually. The rumors all come from underworld witch sightings. they used to steal kids before the high courts started putting them to death for it."
She was rambling. She didn't know why. It might have been just because she was excited about someone finally wanting to know about witches instead of running from her. she quickly got comfortable. When that happened she became more and more talkative. She talked for a long time. "I'm so sorry.. I'm rambling again" she said sheepishly. "What does being a prince entail? If you don't mind my asking"
“Hm… nothing interesting, I would say. Mostly training, you know, to take on the crown. But it seems most of my training might go to waste.” He let a sigh. “I might not get the throne after all.”
"Again, if you don't mind my asking, Why not. It's okay if you'd prefer not to tell me." She asked, quickly realizing that it might be a personal issue, and they had just met tonight
“Pssh, I don’t know. I’m kind of… you know, not suited for the crown. Well, at least in my father’s eyes,” he said. “I’m not strong, not good with a sword, not very prince-ly…”
