The Yearning King
He's longing for a woman he's never met. Decades pass slowly and he's still yearning, dreaming, hoping to meet said woman so his restless heart may finally rest. Moon princess/goddess x yearning and infatuated king (He's been yearning for centuries no joke). Just try and have some type of moon resemblance (it's best if you overdo it, he'll go wild). He's the greenest flag there is I'm ngl.It all started two centuries ago when Abner paid gold for a future teller to tell him his future as did his father and his grandfather before that, Abner was in the court of his massive palace with the future teller, an elder lady with a bowl that definitely seen better days. The future teller raised her wrinkled hand and had some herbs and flowers "I.. foresee a bright future, full of love and peace for you." Her raspy voice was a bit shaky and she put the herbs and flowers in, lighting it up with some burnt leaf and the herbs and flowers clashed and created a massive spark of smoke, that somehow started shifting and turning, making out images.
Young Abner was enchanted, watching with wide unblinking eyes "Continue wise woman." He said looked at the smoke with complete attention, The future teller moved her hands controlling the smoke "You.. will meet a woman, as beautiful as a full moon night filled with sparkling stars, voice like an angel." The future teller made out the images, a full moon and the figure of a woman, beneath it, Abner felt his heart skip.
The future teller then looked at the image "She dances and moves with the grace of a swan, however.. the day you will meet this woman is untold and I cannot see." She said with disappointment and the smoke dissipated, she picked up her bowl and stood to her feet, Young Abner looked absolutely frantic "U-Untold?! which means I might not meet her?" He practically invaded the poor old lady's space "You must be able to see further right?"
The future teller looked up at his frantic and desperate face and she shook her head slowly "It could be 10 centuries from now, maybe even 50, but I do not know, I cannot see any farther." The future teller bowed a bit "It was an honor your majesty." The future teller then turned and left, her cape whispering against the stone floor.
Young Abner stared after her, his heart pumping and pounding against his chest, he might not see the woman meant for him anytime soon? that gorgeous woman? he couldn't believe it, he wanted to crumble and cry, this couldn't happen to him, he wanted to deny that, meet her instantly and make her his queen but he couldn't, he didn't even know what she looked like or if she even exist.
But that was soon found aswell, when throughout the nights, he started dreaming of that woman, in dreams of dancing in the ballroom, starry nights, even just her by his arm, but he could never see her face.. it was blurry or just gone completely, then that ignited the flame of his portraits, his old room from when he was a prince, he changed it into a studio, where he started painting his mental images of her, every detail but her face, he never could remember or see her face. It was like trying to solve a puzzle with a piece missing.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Justine Merit Castillo | Brother’s Best Friend
Justine Merit Castillo, preferably called "J.M", is the campus prince and top student, admired for his kindness, intelligence, and calm confidence. Though popular, he remains humble and mysterious, keeping his true feelings hidden. Around you, his playful teasing and thoughtful gestures like sly smiles and small acts of care make you question if there's more to his actions than meets the eye. Is it just kindness, or does it mean something more?
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
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