Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jul 4, 2019 12:20:41 GMT -5
Mylo Evans ~ * ~ * ~ Edge chuckled. “Don't worry about it. I'm used to people not understanding when I speak Spanish.” That was why he'd been so surprised when Magic had not only understood earlier, but had actually spoken Spanish back to him. That was a rare thing, at least as far as Edge had found outside of his home community.
He leaned back more comfortably against the tree, watching her hands and fingers work out the aches in his leg. It felt oddly intimate, but not in the way he was used to. He was glad for the distraction she offered in asking after his musical talents, and he realized at the same time that working on his leg was her distraction. “I can play just about any instrument you put in my hands,” he answered. It was a fact he was quite proud of. He wasn't a master at every instrument - in fact, with most he was barely above mediocre. But he knew he could be better at every single one, given a bit of time practicing. “But my main instruments are guitar, piano, drums, and voice,” he continued. “Those are where I excel.”
Where you've chosen to excel.
His mother's voice made him flinch. Remembering her, how she'd believed in him when no one else had, was a painful reminder that he was trapped on what was probably a deserted island with no way home. A fact he had been trying very hard to ignore. The last thing he needed now was to break down and start panicking. It really wasn't a good look on him. So he shoved thoughts of home and his madre to the bac of his mind and just focused on the here and now: Cecily, and her magic fingers.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2019 19:41:54 GMT -5
hey guys! So I have some kinda bad news. Due to some outside situations, and just being a bit overwhelmed with life, I don’t know if i can keep being active online. I’m gonna take a break for a while, and try and get my life together for a bit, and I’m not sure when I’ll be back.
That being said, I totally want y’all to continue this RP! If someone wants to take over my characters, feel free! Or, feel free to kill them off or something.! I just don’t want this to die bc I’m unable to stay active.
Again, I’m so sorry to leave like this, but I’m sure y’all will do great things with this RP! And I just didn’t want to ghost without warning.) I'm very sorry to hear that is there is outside situations that are overwhelming you. Absolutely, take your time in coming back and I hope that the situations work themselves out. If you need anything or just someone to rant to, feel free to contact me! Thanks for letting us know!)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2019 23:55:04 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
Cecily's fingers stilled momentarily at the chuckle. She chewed on her bottom lip, mind racing with the common place sound. It felt out of place as the plane burned in the background and her head throbbed with pain. She continued her treatment after a quick look in his direction. There was no reason for her to give the chuckle any second thought. Back home or on whatever tropical island they had been flying to before the crash, she would have smile and laughed with him.
The pressure on the tips of her fingers became too much and she eased them. Cecily watched them as she smiled, "That's the true impressive feat. I don't understand how someone can be so talented... I love the piano. I tried to learn once when I was younger, but it turns out I don't have a single musical bone in my body.
Even my dog doesn't like to hear me sing... Cecily breathed what could be interrupted as a muted laugh. She snuck a glance at him through her eyelashes and finished her work. Her lips turned up sadly on one side, dirt and grim pulling with the muscle, "Maybe you can play for me sometime."
The Med student leaned back with a grimace. She gripped the hair tie around her wrist and quickly slung her hair up into a bun, "There isn't much more I can do for your leg. I can work it out again later if you want, but the best thing you can do is stay off of it and keep it propped up to reduce swelling. Are you hurt elsewhere?"
She did a cursory glance at the rest of his body. There wasn't anything visible, but then most of them didn't have any visible injuries. It was the internal ones that concerned her.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jul 6, 2019 0:01:33 GMT -5
Mylo Evans ~ * ~ * ~ Despite the relaxing ministrations of her fingers on his leg, Edge was unable to relax. As so often happened when one steered the conversation to music, he found he was unable to sit completely still. He managed to keep from moving his injured leg, but the other bounced lightly to a silent beat, and his fingers drummed out a tempo on his thigh. He wasn't even completely aware he was doing it.
Her mention of her lack of skill made him grin. "Bones aren't necessary for good music. All you need is a good pair of ears. You gotta be able to hear the beat, listen to the notes, and pick up on what does and doesn't fit. It's like a puzzle. Only the right notes with the right tempo to the right beat will make good music." Not many could do all that naturally, but Edge could. He'd always been able to pick up on the smallest details of a song; all he needed to be able to play it was to hear it, and oftentimes he would then play it better. Seeing the notes in the music was as natural as breathing to him, and he loved being able to share his skill with others.
He was so distracted thinking about his music, and wondering, despite himself, if he would ever be able to get on a stage and perform for a crowd again, that he almost missed it when Cecily finished tending his leg and asked if he was hurt elsewhere. It was also because of that distraction that he answered without thinking. "I'm pretty sure my rib is broken or fractured, but it's not the first time, so it's not that bad."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2019 22:52:07 GMT -5
Ok Dreamer, I am bum tired so I will respond tomorrow after I get some sleep! Just wanted to let you know that I haven’t forgotten you!!)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2019 17:01:09 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
The jerk of his good leg and the drumming of his fingers brought a small grin to Cecily's face. She had to disagree with his statements that it was all in the ears. Mainly because she thought her ears were quite fine, and she still couldn't hold a beat. To her, it seemed more like practice and natural talent. Put a scalpel in her hands and she could crave with the best of them. Her days in the morgue with her aunt had taught her things most in med school would kill to know.
What she wouldn't do to be back there and not here, stranded on an island with only the injured and dying to keep her company.
"Well, my ears aren't tuned for things of the musical sort, it seems. My friends make fun of my distinct inability to hold a beat, let alone hold a tune." Cecily wrapped her arms around her bare midriff. Even with the heat of the fire behind them and the stickiness in the air, she was sorely missing her shirt. Miller had offered to give it back to her after her bleeding had finally subsided. She had taken one look at the grimy, blood soaked shirt and turned it away. Some of the luggage had been recovered so she would get another one eventually.
Right now, her brows scrunched minutely at his statement and she scooted closer to her patient. If he could even be called that. Cecily hummed and placed a hand against her own ribs, "Unfortunately, there isn't really anything I can do for that. I mean I could try to feel for the broken rib, but there is no way to know without an x-ray. It would likely hurt as well."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2019 23:07:51 GMT -5
Shoot I haven't thought about it that hard. XD I guess just a sports bra. She's not that exposed. XD)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2019 23:12:46 GMT -5
OK. XD Guess, I should I have thought harder about it. XD)
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jul 13, 2019 20:44:27 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2019 20:54:39 GMT -5
Hey y’all!! Sorry for the tardy replies! It’s been a horrendously busy week. XD I will get on that reply quickly!)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2019 23:20:35 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
The leather slid over her shoulders like a soft blanket; Cecily felt the need to reject it immediately. Especially when she saw that the movements caused Edge pain. She raised her arms, ready to take it off, "No, I'm fine. Really." She wasn't so much as cold as she was shaken. Shaken and in a permanent state of shock that had started to give her the shakes. And it didn't help that she wasn't fine. Not really. Cecily Abernathy was tougher than the tears that threatened to form once again.
She smiled around the burning and hugged the leather around her body. She was afraid if she said anything more, she might collapse in a puddle of tears. Or collapse into his arms. Considering she barely knew him and he had a broken rib - most likely multiple broken ribs - Cecily didn't think that would be entirely appropriate.
The young woman looked down at his chest with slight pity. She let her lips quirk up to the side and attempted a bit of humor to lift her spirits, "You don't want a broken rib? I thought everyone wanted a few broken bones at some point..."
She knew it fell flat, but it was something. Cecily wrapped the leather tighter. She blinked away the haze that accompanied sight without glasses.The ringing continued to persist. "If it makes you feel any better, I think I have severe head trauma... I was hoping for a concussion. It was on my bucket list."
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jul 14, 2019 0:36:02 GMT -5
Mylo Evans ~ * ~ * ~ Edge waved off her protest with a small smile. "It's alright, reinita. I was getting too warm for it anyway."
"Why do you always do that, mijo?" "Do what, mamá?" "Shrug off your kindness like it is no big deal." "Because it isn't." "Maybe not to you, mi corazón, but to them it is. Never forget that."
Edge shook off the memory before it had a chance to really suck him under. Dios mío. Would I be missing mi'amá this much if the plane hadn't gone down? He sure as hell hoped not; that would have been rather embarrassing.
Cecily's attempt at humour pulled his thoughts away from his mother, thankfully. He was starting to get annoyed with himself. Sure, he was a mama's boy - how could he not be, when she was the only parent he'd known? - but he hadn't even lived under the same roof as her in over three years. He still loved her like crazy, and would do anything for her, but this was just ridiculous. Remembering his mother's sage advice was one thing; wishing she was here to make everything better was a whole other matter.
Still, it took almost no effort to laugh at Cevily's comments. “Oh, I've had one of those, and I gotta tell you: they're not as grand as everyone makes them out to be.” He leaned closer and dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “They make playing the drums a real pain.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2019 22:13:49 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
As if a string pulled at her muscles, Cecily's cheek shot to the side in a half grin. She didn't move away when he leaned in. Instead she allowed herself to slightly turn her head to hear his whisper better. With the ringing and the rising dizziness, it was becoming harder to concentrate on what he was saying. So she breathed slowly, pulled the leather tighter, and watched as his lips curved around the humorous words, "Oh, I can imagine. Not going to lie, the drums aren't my favorite instrument to listen to anyway. They're too... harsh, too punctuated. Kind of make me feel like I have a concussion all the time. Maybe we can be concussion buddies."
Slowly, she turned her body to where her back was resting against the same tree as Edge. Her chest pinched tight and she grimaced before she could mask it. She slipped the jacket around her like a blanket. Cecily leaned her head back against the tree. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes. There were much closer now; the warmth of his leg radiated out to her leg. She wanted to sigh. When had she gotten so cold? It was humid and hot outside, but she felt a shiver rack her spine.
Maybe she had lost too much blood. Chills was a sign, right? She was having a hard time remembering. it didn't matter anyway. The jacket had been just what she needed.
"Thank you for the jacket. And the joking..." Cecily shallowed thickly. It was shallow of her to hang on to the little he had given her, but she knew it was necessary. Her eyes flittered over to him. "Do you... do you think..."
Voice thick, she looked away and breathed until she was stable again. She closed her eyes, “I wasn't going to come, you know. I had an internship -" there was a catch and she blazed ahead. "I had an internship, Edge. I'm going to Med school. I wasn't going to come."
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jul 18, 2019 0:24:16 GMT -5
Mylo Evans ~ * ~ * ~ Seeing her smile brought out one of his own. He bent his good leg and used his knee as an armrest. It let him sit more comfortably while still leaning slightly toward her. It wasn't as far over as it could have been, seeing as she was on his bad side, but she wasn't a girl he wanted to crowd anyway. She had an air of innocence to her that Edge didn't want to mess with. “That's only because you've never heard a good drummer. The drums are the heart of almost any song. They carry the beat, lead the tempo. They set the pace, and any little screw up on the drums can mess up the whole band.”
Even as he spoke, he heard that beat he talked about. His fingers drummed it out on his leg, and in his head he heard the rhythm pick up, listened to the pulse of the guitar as it joined the rising beat. His fingers itched for an instrument: guitar, drums, pen. He had none, and that caused a pang of loss greater than anything else had since the plane went down.
Cecily's words pulled him from music. He was grateful, for once. Hearing the song and being unable to play it or write it was just miserable. He opened his mouth to say you're welcome, but stopped when she continued.
That's when he noticed her shaking, and the unfocused look in her eyes. He heard her words, and he understood. Med school and musical fane were two very different things. But the passion they both felt for their chosen path was the same. What was worse? She may have unintentionally given up her dream by choosing to come on this trip. And maybe… maybe he had to.
Without pausing to think about it, he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. He ignored the jolt of pain from his rib and just held her as long as she'd let him. He had never been very good at offering words of comfort - unless he thought of a way to put them in a song - but he hoped holding her would offer the comfort she needed in that moment.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2019 23:56:36 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
She felt foolish. There were no tears this time though she felt like she could cry on this man's shoulder for hours and days and weeks. Cecily allowed herself to be wrapped up by him, all but melting into his side with little to no thought. Her face curved around until it meet with the stained cotton on his shirt. Knees up to her chest, jacket wrapped around her... pressed into his side: she felt foolish. Childish.
Scared.
The fear settled in the pits of her stomach. It took her half a second to realize that the shock had worn off and understanding had replaced it. There was a very real dread, a helplessness that came along with the understanding. Maybe someone was out there, searching for them.
The sun burned red in the background, descending to a place of safety below the horizon. Cecily wanted to go with it. Disappear to anywhere but here. But how? They were stranded and injured. That boy... the one with the gauges and the tattoos... they had discovered him crushed under a wing of the plane. He had been conscious, but the one girl who had found him said he died in her arms.
Would she die here also? In the arms of a stranger?
Cecily closed her eyes and tried to think about anything else, but that. She was tired. She wanted to sleep. Yet, with the pounding of her head and the ringing in her ears, she was afraid she would never awaken again. She knew that Edge was in pain, but she turned into him more. Her own ribs protested.
In the light of the setting sun, she slowed her breathing enough. If sleep was not an option, then another distraction maybe... She hoped he wouldn't be off put by her request, "You said you write songs... would you... would you tell me about one?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2019 22:03:55 GMT -5
it's all good! I've been busy anyway so take your time! )
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