The Giving Tree | Morwen

{another excerpt from just trying out more calculating and metaphorical writing. prob is too overdone haha}
          
          '...A sharpened blade of restraint... aptly defined.' Heli thought to herself, allowing with calculated decisions to let a pleasantly warmed smile to lift the barest of her lips. Not indulgent with him, but only a touch entertained by their compliment. 
          
          In the end, she settles herself to bow with a dignified curtsy under his large shadow.
          
          “By your will, Crown Prince.” 
          
          Neither agreeing, nor disobeying. 
          
          Possibly seen by others with irritatingly attractive precision. The sunlight outlined her lithe figure, and the path of falling petals not even scant to touch a single hair of hers. 
          
          She thinks to herself lightly at that moment, unhindered by the Prince’s fervent goals, as if the world, and he alike, couldn’t confine her - and perhaps he, too, thought the same about the world that he was a master to. 
          
          Her meaning, in that brief reply, inlay with her subtle words; just as the dazzle of precious gems bejewel her, and shimmered under the light. Blinding. Enchanting. 
          
          ‘If he would be pleased to create such a scene within the noblesse, with myself as the side piece of his curiosity, let him be the one to hold the consequences.’ 
          
          Among the possibilities, they were kindred spirits, seeing the world for what it was; but even then, there is a difference between them - how they chose to live in it - and she was not innately curious on how else to view it. 
          
          And so she elegantly diffuses the conversation that has led to an end, as if letting go of a flower and seeing it taken by the wind, not offering anything to continue their spectacle.

{ An exert of a Roleplay, my words entirely. }
          
          Her hands quietly clasp together after being relinquished from their hold, resting just above the bottom of her stomach over an intricately designed bodice. 
          
          At ease under the sunlight that gently settles itself upon her, her untainted white and beige gradient afternoon dress was formal and elaborate. Long sleeves and a high neckline, tapered off just below the jawline. Silken and laced fabric over the leg, snugly fitted, to emphasize her proportions, yet all skin covered, as the dress flares out from the feet to spread like a water's ripple around her standing form. A modest, yet alluringly tight, design. 
          
          She does not rush to answer, as she never has. Her veiled eyes kept upon him - out of respect towards the higher nobility - but her attention was not squarely upon him, although she’d never divulge such.
          
          The birdsong dithers around them as the words come slowly, intended. 
          
          “...Thank you, Crown Prince. I’m humbled by your notice of myself.” Lithe. Refined. Her voice pulled the spirit closer to listen, a soft chime echoing over golden fields. There was a power in the way she was, and held herself with surety. And with that, it takes only the strongest of wills to recognize the tone of hers; deferring unto abnegation.
          
          Suffice to say, in common language, she was not willing to partake in his ‘tale’ of dances. Hinting humbly to her lower status in this world, and placing him high above herself, with only scant a few words. Perfectly implied, as even the wind refused to tussle any of her golden locks.

Excerpt from "Of Waves and Islands [4]" I'm Icarus, she's Sundroplet :3 <3
          
          There was a beat of silence between the two Mermaids, Sundroplet letting the warm feeling in her stomach pool into the rest of her body. She smiled brightly at her friend. Best friend. "And I don't believe you've ever, and you'll ever, be weak or pathetic. Some people might see only what's on the outside, but on the inside..." Her face turned more serious. "On the inside, you can be the toughest, strongest Mer in the world." She punctuated the remark with a stern look, as if reassuring Icarus in a motherly sort of way.
          
          For all of the jargon based on chemicals, new materials found in the depths of the sea, names of near every type of sea shell ever used to create a Merchild, and all new and old underwater species discovered revolving inside of her mind, Icarus found herself mute, struck dumb and staring stupidly with her big doe eyes once again at the Mer who somehow could make an unconscious genius become so very apparent and conscious.
          
          'What was this tone,' she thinks to herself, the world slowed down to millisecond, bubbles from their tails sailing up ever so slowly in the pause of her reality. 'that she uses in such a flippant manner? To give me compliments, not sounding as a joke might- but real hardened belief?'
          
          Icarus did not understand. She felt a warmth in her chest, and it made her smile a pretty little thing. "Hah, thank you." 
          
          This Mermaid still did not recognize how to properly thank someone with feeling, or how to be sincere about it (for a thank you should say it all, yet it doesn't), and so her gratitude is diluted with mixed reactions- the little laugh at the beginning. But that was okay.

Excerpt from "I'm Going to Get Drunk off of Mouthwash [2]" :D (This is my partner's, and my, replies. She's the girl, and I'm both guys.)
          
          "I didn't bring up that idea worrying about the government. The significance of it is to help us survive through this h*ll hole". She covered her mouth with her jacket realizing she's starting to curse too much.
          
          Leon gives her a strange look at her actions, not quite understanding her reaction. "Well, that makes sense... Is something up?" His brows are drawn together in question, a slight tilt to his head.
          
          "Nope, I just don't curse a lot like I'm doing now and I'm trying to stop myself". She moved her jacket from where she placed it and continued to lean on the wall.
          
          "Huh, I guess I can see that from you," Is his vague response, taking in her smaller form once more before looking away for her comfort.
          
          "What's that supposed to mean?" She said in a playful manner and smirked. She looked up at him waiting for his response.
          
          "Well..." He paused, somehow getting a feeling like he'd approached a field full of mines that he couldn't see. But like an unknowing soldier, he took a step blindly. "...You're small."
          
          A laugh erupted from inside the kitchen and Leon jumped, he'd forgotten his loon of a friend was still in there. "Astute, Scotty," Naz jabs.
          
          "Oh, shut up," Leon snips.
          
          She laughed at his response. "Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't curse a lot".
          
          He smiled, a small little thing filled with the kind of humor today's events shouldn't have allowed him. "That would be entertaining."
          
          "Alright, stop flirting. I'm finished." Naz broke through their space holding three serrated blades, each having a very rustic kind of sheath. Cardboard cut out and scotch tape makes a good enough sheath. "It'll fit in your belt loop," he says handing one to each of them. And even though Leon already has one, it's better to be safer than sorry.
          
          "So, which store we raiding," Naz asks them, placing his dark caramel irises on them.

Excerpt from "Gravity Reversed [4]" another one of my roleplays :D
          
          There's a pause of solace between them that he doesn't intent to break, and he takes that moment to think to himself, his gaze never wondering away from her. 
          
          'So, she wants a genuine person that is willing to put the one they love above themselves, communicate effectively with them and empathize with their worries and ease their anxieties. Someone that would stand by their side, but wouldn't hold her to their own standards of love and affection. Welcome her home without any expectation of that same intensity of love, and do their best to work together to make the best of their relationship.'
          
          He turns away to laugh to himself, his eyes closing into crescents as his chest shutters with the movement. The sound of his laughter filling the stillness of the air.
          
          'That sounds nothing like me.'
          
          Naz wipes away the mist the the corners of his eyes as his smile belies his teasing thoughts, his eyes glittering with amusement when he beholds her. "Is it a Pitbull?"
          
          "No," she says seriously.
          
          "It's a fish."

Excerpt from "To You, I'm a Good Person" one of my roleplays! :D 
          
          The bass off the wall-high speakers rolls through bodies like a second heartbeat, the blue and purple lights overhead shadow eyes like masks, but sheen the teeth from smiles light like neon in black-light, glistening the alcohol in their hands that sloshes as bodies move and tumble over with unbidden laughter or crazed decisions.
          
          There's this laughing, incredulous, smirk pulling up Naz's face, his head laid back on the side of the vibrating speaker as he sees mouths move but the music and the bass negate all his senses in this pleasant absence, the bottle in his hand capped with his thumb as the alcohol sloshes violently at his side. With one hand in his pocket, his light blue eyes are colored midnight in the overhead blue light, and he lounges against the wall and the corner of the speaker, wearing an open jacket and a white shirt underneath with denim pants and steel-toed boots kicked out casually.
          
          With one more swig of a common-bred beer, dark brown locks falling over his eyebrows with the movement, the bottle is half empty, but his mind is already thinking about getting another as he swirls it about with thoughtless action. Bodies pass him by like tides, disappearing in the sea of body heat and useless AC blowing from overhead, and he allows himself to stay outside of that blurring mess, standing still as the world rushes by like a fast-forward scene.

Not a dead profile lol~ Very much just not on Wattpad :)

Excuse me do you know the anime Dramatical murders?

Going to Rose City Comic-Con with my best friend in a few weeks :) I'm hoping my feet don't hurt too bad with all the walking we do. Also interested in checking out the DnD and table top area.

Finished community college :) Now just trying to find a stable job. Perhaps a bank job, or my dream job, which is being a train conductor, or train engineer. :?