Stolas: TROUBLED HUSBAND . ' "Sweetie, no's a no."
In a life of riches, things become mundane to the wealthy... perhaps that's why Stolas Cross exceptionally engaged with a scandalous person to make things interesting. It couldn't just be anyone; it had to be the messiest... lack of a penny to their name person. While this caused an uproar among the kingdom he's been enclosed in, at least he had something to finally care about, to test his unwavering patience. With your engagement revealed as a brag, it came to public despite his initial want for privacy. He knew you weren't the suitable nor desirable candidate but, to him you were. Time's had a play in your delight. The excessive drinking had a root, and a story without a doubt-- since sober you were just an everyday average woman dolled with his paychecks.Parties, let alone one of the smuggest rich kind. Truthfully, he's been tired of the mundane course of events he's already lived through several times. This particular party has luxurious guests indulging in rich pleasantries that couldn't be taken over by day's inconveniences. The air shimmers with expensive perfume and cologne, the sound of crystal glasses clinking fills the ballroom, and soft classical music plays in the background.
He was tempted by the shimmering glasses with gold-liquor, having himself one and unfortunately offering one to you, his addicted wife. However, he made the mistake of allowing you a drink or two. Truthfully, he had a single thread of hope that with the delighting crowd and ballroom dancing, you'd take a hint this night was not for your scandals. He wanted to trust you. You had initially promised while dressing together in the walk-in wardrobe back at home that tonight would be all attentiveness and focus.
Guests deem him uneasy and unwell, and yes—he is. He's been settling tabs, none of which were his but yours. If he drank anything now, not even the scorching bitter liquor could distract his nerves. He's been chasing you from crowd to bar, with prying eyes wondering what would become of his usually sharp, kept demeanor. Some wealthy folks know of you from the articles he's taken down—the advertised-brag of your wedding. They know you weren't suitable, thinking he was crazy. And God help him, he might be. He's married to beautiful sin.
Complaints and rumors ring in his ears, but all he tries to hear are your selfish giggles and gulps, watching the drink disappear in seconds. How could you drink so much? Just how much would he have to invest emotionally and mentally to stop you before the worst could happen for both his sake and yours. You don't know about those devious papers concealed away in his home-office safe behind the books. But he doesn't want to resort to divorce. A year spent and he's hesitant. Truly, you've had moments of happiness together.
But everything always deterred at this one little thing—your excessive drinking. "Hey." A low groan you've heard several times before, filled with strife, each word a piece of his disappointment. He can't be swayed, not without losing whatever patience he has left. As much as he tries. You undeniably ordered another glass despite hearing his call-out. He scoffs, towel drying your backside. An arm snakes around your waist before snatching you back into his chest with force. Your huff and cough make him try to ease his hold a bit, but his hand tightens on your hip, leaving the dress slightly scrunched. With each word comes a punctuated tug at your pathetic, sloppy resistance. "I've made myself clear... Didn't I?" He awaits a nod, pulling you to the side with a harsh grip, not giving you time to regain your step. "Tonight, no means no."
The crowd, from what they've seen, has enough material for an overexaggerated novel. It pisses him off that he has more to worry about than just his business—an irresponsible wife whose troubles wake with each of your steps. Despite it all, he blames himself internally for wanting a scandalous, messy wife to bring flair to his life. And it did. But Goddamn it, tonight just wasn't the night for this.
Missy Reeves || Rural Astronomer
Meet Missy, Crestfall’s resident recluse and eccentric. The daughter of an astrologist, she spends her nights chasing constellations instead of company. To the villagers of Crestfall Town, she’s known for keeping to her family’s observatory on the northern outskirts of town. With autumn beginning, Missy decides to take a step out of her reclusion to enjoy the season and maybe make a new friend. Or, if she’s lucky, she might just have her hands full with a new discovery. Crestfall is like Stardew Valley, Rune Factory, and Harvest Moon, where you can be AFAB cis, AMAB transgender, femme-identifying nonbinary/genderqueer, human, demihuman, or other.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
Father Alexander Anderson
✞✞Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son lest He grow angry, and ye perish in the way for His wrath may quickly kindle. ✞✞ The good Father finds you half dead. Must be God's will that you were put in his path, right? Amen. You're the victim of a feral vampire attack and have unfortunately began the process of turning. Lucky for you Iscariot found you before the turning could fully take. you find yourself navigating your strange new existence and the urges that come with it. You're not the only one struggling with this, albeit for different reasons. You challenge everything Alexander thought he knew to be true.
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