Your OC goes on a date with the OC above

Done! Sorry, I'm currently learning english so you may find some mistakes, but hope you can still understand! :D

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The intoxicating smell of concrete after the mild morning downpour mingled with the musky scent of the bar. Gabriel was sitting on a small stool in front of a young man with hazelnut plums, who wore a mischievous little smile. He had long black hair, which went down to his thin hip. His sleeves are a little rolled up, but enough that we can distinguish his beautiful tattoo. Gabriel examined his date without saying anything. Fortunately, the loud chatter of the bar made the situation less awkward. 

"So, if I understood correctly, you invited me out... And you brought me to your workplace." Caspian scoffed as he adjusted his glasses 

"- Uhh.. Yes! I... I don't.. I don't really know the city, I just moved out of the countryside... And besides, I think this place is lovely, isn't it?" Gabriel replied

“Yeah, pretty decent. Maybe you can tell me a bit more about your life ?” 

Gabriel startled “Oh, yes! Uhm, did I tell you I was a waiter ? Oh… dammit, fuck, I forgot that you knew that already… This place is my workplace… Anyways! Haha… No, I don’t really… do something special…” Gabriel was really uncomfortable. Luckily, his coworker, Hiraki, would wave at him from time to time with a big smile, trying to cheer him up. 

Caspian cringed Yeah, no… I’d better be going.

"Well, drinks are always good!" Fukagawa smiled, ordering two for the pair, just him and Gabriel. Nothing alcoholic, but just something nice. After meeting the man, Fukagawa couldn't say he knew anything about the ginger, at least not from a first glance. Besides the fact he was a waiter, Fukagawa's date was a mystery.

Very intriguing, curious even. And as Fukagawa was, he wanted to know his story. After all what else was there to do? To add to that, based on Gabriel's quiet demeanour, he would be a good listener, and Fukagawa loved to tell stories. So he expected the night to be rather pleasant. 

He leaned back in his chair after the drinks finally arrived. For once it was a fancy restaurant, Fukagawa's treat. And in such circumstances, Fukagawa had changed his appearance to resemble a regular man. He kept some aspects, of course, like his pizazz, with his hair cut short, and his outfit that of a rather nice suit. Red and orange, shiny, and accented richly. 

"So what's it like living in a city full of... people? I'm usually travelling, never in one place for too long. Sometimes I miss the idea of being grounded, getting to know others. But of course, I've always been isolated." He took a sip from his glass. "I'm glad to see people doing so well, less danger in these parts. How do you find it?"

He observed his date as Gabriel talked, he seemed a bit on edge, nervous maybe. But he was honest, at least Fukagawa thought he was, and he enjoyed the man's company and conversation. It was a nice change compared to the people he was used to. Almost relaxing.

Aww

     En had decided to show Fukagawa around the city near the castle for their first date, giving him a tour of the most popular tourist spots and bringing him to several places to try dishes and treats unique to his home. Everywhere they went, though, the king always got something onion-related for himself, and was more than eager to share onion rings if Fukagawa wanted some.

     "You know, I thought I'd be nervous," the king brought up when they reached the giant fountain at the center of the city. "It's been a long time since I've ever been with someone romantically-- Maybe even platonically. I've been so busy with work, and the last time I actually ever was with someone was..." When my wife was still around. He chose not to voice it, there was no worse way to ruin a date.
     En smiled lightly at the O'tsin. "For some reason, though, I'm relaxed around you, and I've been having fun. I've seen this city thousands of times, but it feels different when I'm showing someone around-- especially someone I like," he laughed before the sound of nearby bells made him remember something. "Oh, that's right! This was only the first half of the date. Look."

     He pulled a folded up piece of paper out from his pocket and unfolded it to show Fukagawa. It was a flyer advertising a tournament. "My home hosts tournaments now and then. Everyone's welcome to fight in it. I don't join these too often but you told me you wanted a rematch, right?" His smile widened. "Then how about an official one in the arena? You can go all out. I hope you do, actually! Because I will, too. I just hope you don't get stage fright. Ever since we let non-magic people join, the audience has been huge."

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(evil en ofc ehe     a small timeskip back for their lil date. also just barely remembering how to write again here so bear with me my brain is empty lol)

A date with En. An actual date with En. All he could even do was continue repeating the concept in his head time and time again in hopes that the reality would finally miraculously begin to sink in. They'd headed out while the sun was still high, as the colder temperatures of the season served graciously to balance its usual scorchiness to a gentle warmth. Yet through it all, Caelestis could only wonder how clear it was the near nonexistent extent of which he could think straight at all, mind buzzing only with reminders of the fluster of his heart when around En, and the simple fact that they were to spend time together as a… couple. Goodness, he felt like an adolescent!

A refreshing serving of ice cream had been the first thing that came to mind, yet halfway to the destination did he recall once more the current season that left few likely options at all in that regard. And so through the jittery delight of his nerves and chaotic start as his mind scrambled to gather itself still, it already seemed only a matter of moments before the sky already began the gold and purple hues of early evening.

Shamelessly grasping En's hand in his own—for who could blame him when there seemed no reason not to?—Caelestis at last settled them both at a park bench overlooking a small lake. For a small breather, but perhaps it was best to simply take on a more relaxed pace for the moment. "I swear, I'm typically better with these," he chuckled. It was certainly a change of pace from En's usual lifestyle, and there had ought to be more in any life than merely death, resentment, and hardship, so he could only hope to at least do the joys of it all a fair justice.

"Say, En," he spoke up again as a calm silence had began to settle. "What's your favorite color? What foods do you like? There's so little I feel as if I know about you, still…" He recalled all that En had told him of his past. It felt a great deal, though also bits and pieces that left him only wondering about the rest all the more. Turning his head towards the ex-prince, Caelestis rested his hand lightly over En's nearest. "I want to know more about your life before, if there's anything else I may. I simply…" He trailed off, gaze drifting faintly flusteredly to his knees. Perhaps not necessarily the most lightheartedly romantic topic for a first date, curious as he was. "I want to understand you more deeply." To be closer to you. The lingering disbelief alone at their current relationship only strengthened the sense of longing tugging at him for more, but could he dare to wish for it?

A breeze drifted by, the refreshing air overshadowed somewhat by the cold bite that followed closely along with it with a slight shiver. "Ah, it's chilly still..." He thought quietly aloud, rubbing his arms absentmindedly. Caelestis glimpsed briefly aside to En, and with a pleased, faintly smug smile, leaned snuggily against him. 

He gazed over at the man's face, lingering enough to examine his features from the less than convenient, yet still heart-racingly close angle. Did En ever feel flustered like this? He wondered in passing. And briefly, Caelestis wondered what he would have to do for it to be so. Every moment was mesmerizing. A feeling of being tossed about left and right for only how thoroughly his heart had been wound around this man so quickly.

"—Shall we go find a theme park?" He lifted his head back up in a start the moment their eyes met, averting his gaze aside. He was still nervous, it seems.

The invitation to tea that was extended toward the serpent during their last meeting had been left unanswered; or at least, that was what it had seemed. Until, one evening, a letter found it's way into Caelstis' possession. Though he may try, it would be impossible to ascertain from whence it came, or at what point in time it had arrived. The envelope was bound with a red waxen seal, the insignia at it's center an ouroboros - the norse symbol of eternity. It was a depiction of a serpent eating it's own tail, a life without end, in honor of the world serpent herself. Though, now, this symbol's meaning was nothing more than a cruel joke.

Contained within the envelope, flowery stationery bearing only one sentence.

"You are welcome to sate your curiosity - but everything has a price." 

The letter bore no signature, no sender nor recipient. Aside from the few words within, it offered only the distant scent of lavender.

The reborn serpent did not look up from her handiwork, even as she sensed the arrival of the one who walked across realities. On the humble table before her, a flower arrangement. Motioning wordlessly to the empty chair in front of her, the pale woman was careful not to disturb the sleeping form of the child in her lap. Uncharacteristically maskless, their face was a gruesome crossroad between alive and dead; one eye closed, the other stuck in a perpetual stare. Jordyn gently stroked the child's hair as they stirred, before quietening back down into a dream.

In front of the empty chair, a cup of tea was already poured, still hot. It would seem that his arrival had been expected, though a time had not been arranged. Watching Caelstis' approaching form from beneath platinum eyelashes, Jordyn finally addressed him;

"What is it that confounds you so, Wanderer?" She queried, snipping a stray leaf from the stalk of a flower,
"Is it the sorry state of this plane that interests you? Or perhaps you find a sort of morbid humor in my situation?"
Snip. Another leaf fell quietly to the table below, and though her motion was serene, her eyes burned with a quiet anger.

"I was like you, once," The serpent remarked, "-though it is likely impossible for you to understand were you not to experience such disgrace firsthand."
The former goddess stilled, the anger in her eyes slowly fading. A long pause in her speech lapsed before she began again, having seemingly overcome her rage.

"Still, if you are curious to know how a realm could fall so far, perhaps I have a story for you; so long as you are willing to do me a favor in return."

(TYSM FOR THE REPLY!!! SO SO COOL!! i always love seeing replies from people referencing past forum games :) that was a delight to read.)

Manual bump! (i just tried to reply to this and my page refreshed and i lost my reply so im cranky) 

Orianna was simple to please, and she had hoped Vyrik would be the same. What couldn't a little dining and wining fix? He wasn't so fiery as he might have once been, she heard through the grapevine, but she was determined to treat him, at the very least. Goodness knows he deserved it! Still, she made sure to dance around the topic, opting to instead pour his glass herself.

"Not sure how much you like strawberry wine as much as strawberries themselves," she said, "But this one's from my family's wineries. Try it!"

Overhead, seagulls shrieked, searching for a meal along the coast. Orianna kept her eyes on the birds, rather than Vyrik, though there was no doubt she might have noticed his anxiety, even so subtle. The waves crashed against the wooden shafts of the piers, leaving behind dripping foam and the stench of brine in their wake. The ocean wind swept through her red hair, the sun shone on her face. Whether or not the man liked it, this was the life for her, watching the fishing ships bring their hauls to the docks and the men work their fingers to the bone. All the while she and her guest got to sit back and do nothing!

"Maybe it's not my place, but certainly a trip on the water would do you some good." she mentioned to him, "I could bring you to my boat and we could spend the night under the stars, on the waves, just rocked to sleep... Isn't that so romantic?" She couldn't help but to sigh dreamily. He wasn't her type, per se, but she needed someone to subject to her... er... tormenting? That wasn't the right word. Maybe it was to Vyrik, but Orianna either didn't notice any overstepping, or maybe she just didn't care.

She let out a goosey bit of laughter. "We could even order to-go! Some more strawberry wine, some fresh sushi, maybe even some tiramisu... Wouldn't that be just marvelous? How about it? Oh, please, give this kindly woman a spot of your attention, if only for the evening!

He spits the seed of a watermelon to the side, then sets down the slice in his lap. Orianna is seated beside him on the curbside of a lonely, abandoned church parking lot where no cars nor any people set their paths onto. It's a quiet evening in the lot and the sun sets over a horde of tall trees, its rays sinking through their leaves and leaving illuminated spots against aged concrete. Though it's practically silent, there are songs of crickets and other rousing bugs; along with the hum of several mosquitos beside both of their ears. Unfortunately for Orianna, Cyrus doesn't know that they're biting, as they long stopped being attracted to his 'blood' years ago. He's completely free of the pests and ignorant to how annoying they are and how such an accomplished woman probably doesn't want to be out here in the middle of nowhere with him.

"When I said I was going to take you on a date, I thought that the woods would be a cool place to go. But it sucks that there's some dog people there having some annual dog walk." Personally, he didn't know what they were doing, only that there were a bunch of people in that area. He didn't want to do anything around a crowd. "Anyway. I hope you like churches. This one has a bunch of dead racoons in it. Nobody knows why they come here to die, but they do. And, if you bring watermelon to the altar, it's supposed to be good luck." His eye falls onto the piece against his thighs, then over to the rest of the melon itself, which was carved up and resting in a disposable, aluminum turkey tin. Lastly, he looks to the gigantic portion that he got for her. "Are you going to eat your watermelon?" 

His dead gaze scans the graveyard, drinking in all the features it possesses. There's headstones, tombstones and even a crypt out in the near distance, sullen and forgotten. This was how most graveyards looked; at least out in the location Dex took him. The ones closer and inside of the city were well flourished and adorned with flowers or other offerings, as well as kept clean from bird shit and other debris. That's what happened when you died as a rich individual who had the funds to raise a lengthy, loving family that cared enough about you. 

He pockets his hands and hunches slightly, unfazed by the cooler weather. He was a sloucher by nature. "I don't know if you want to make out." His own cigarette wobbles between his lips as he speaks, its unlit end bobbing against the curve of his jawline. Even with being dead, he still smoked. There wasn't anything to worry about with it now. No cancer, nor heart attacks; shit, he didn't even have to worry about the wrinkles or how nicotine aged a person faster. "People who do usually end up like these dead guys out here. Or you grow a third arm out of your head, if you're lucky. Maybe two tongues." As he speaks, he sets himself against a tall headstone, using it as a partial chair. "Did you know there's a portal over there?" Using his nose, he nods forward to point at a lone, ragged old tree near the crypt. "There's a couple of angels outside of it."

EDIT: Thank you. :D And thanks for the compliment on my writing style, I enjoyed making this post immensely. :)

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The man's looks had caught Sanya's eye as soon as the two met. First of all, Sanya found him attractive, from his slender physique to the scowling face and fashion choices. Furthermore his edgy, rebellious attitude spoke to the anti-authoritarianism in the young Heir and Sanya - who was, though not artistically gifted, a lover of angry indie music - found themselves very interested upon learning that Dex had been in a band,. Though the man came off as aloof and unsociable the Heir still felt quite smitten - by his looks and music if nothing else- and wishing at the end of the evening that they didn't part ways so soon.

As such, in a last-ditch effort to get to know him a little better, the Heir had boldly gotten on their vehicle and invited Dex out, their exact words having been a very straightforward demand of "Get on! I'll take you for a ride of your life!" The thought that Sanya could be turned down never passed their entitled little head - after all, it wasn't every day you could get to fly on The Heir's own personal hover-sailer and, for Sanya, hover-sailers were intrinsically too cool to deny. The real reason for Dex's acceptance of the offer was harder to pin down - whether it was borne of some mutual romantic interest, knowledge of Sanya's access to substances and forms of entertainments or out of sheer bloody boredom. 

The hover-sailer was meant for just one person, being essentially a flying version of the sailboards of yore, but Sanya affirmed that "everyone" would take a "partner" aboard every once in a while and that it was "perfectly safe" provided he held on tight, that is. The movements of the hover-sailer were smooth and soft, gliding aerodynamically first a few feet above the streets, then ascending upwards, above the roofs of the city-houses. Sanya delighted in showing off the view to new people, but also paid attention to Dex's grip and bodylanguage, keeping to slower speeds and lower altitudes if it looked like the man was terrified of heights.

Sanya ended the aerial tour by landing straight on a roof-restaurant atop of a skyscraper. The place was mostly empty that particular day of the week, which suited Sanya fine "How was that?" they asked, stepping off the board and massaging their arms - operating a hover-sailer was not overly strenuous, but still tired one's muscles out, especially with someone else accompanying the flight. "I think I need a little breather before taking to the skies again," Sanya let out a small smile "This is a...place I like to bring people. It's got the best view short of actually flying and great desserts. I'd love to get you anything off the menu before dropping you off wherever you like."

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((Jesus! XD Poor-poor traumatised Sanya. I feel like Sanya would've long ran off immediately unless you've been dragging their catatonic-from-shock body around all this time.  XD))