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Apr 10, 2015 02:22AM

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Royalty/Royalty
So basically I was thinking maybe two royals start exchanging letters sort of like pen pals, but they don't know who each other are, other than that they're royal. Fast forward, their parents have arranged for them to marry each other, but they don't know that they're actually getting married to each other.
Royalty/Servant
Self-explanatory, basically.
Apocalypse
Where our characters are stuck in an apocalyptic world (dystopia? zombie? plague outbreak?) and they have to survive.
Other ideas:
- Mermaids?
- Band members?
- I'm up for most fandom things too, if you want to do something from a certain fandom
To be honest, I'm up for anything, and this list isn't the ones I most want to do, just stuff I can think of right now.


And then the big reveal happens and they find out that they're actually pen pals.
...Wow, I managed to make that sound more complicated than it is. But sure, definitely! I'm totally up for that idea!


It makes things more complicated but we could both play two characters.



Muse A - prince
Muse B - princess
Muse C - servant
Muse D - knight/guard
Then we have A/B, and A/C, and one-sided B/D.
I guess one of us will play Muse A + D, and the other will play Muse B + C?
A/B will presumably be MxF. A/C can be MxM or MxF and B/D can be FxF or MxF.


Muse A - princess - F
Muse B - prince - M
Muse C - servant - F
Muse D - knight/guard - M
So Muse A / Muse C - FxF and Muse B / Muse D - MxM ?
Also, do you want to keep B/D one sided, or do you want it reciprocated?



Gender: Male
Age: 25
Basic Background: Vik has always been the perfect royal on the outside, but really he's just young and confused. He will always do what he is supposed to do, but really he just wants to be left alone to figure himself out.
Appearance:

Name: Molli Reynolds
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Basic Background: Molli is comfortable with who she is but she understands that most people are not. She strangely loves her job and the people she works for, even when mistreated. She is good at only being visible when she is supposed to be and she never let's her bubbly and happy personality get in the way of what she is doing.
Appearance:


Name: Balthazar "Balto" Osmond
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Basic Background: Although Balto is a knight who is fiercely loyal and passionate, he also has a humorous side — when he's off duty, of course. However, he's recently been developing some feelings for the prince, though it hasn't been interfering with his ability to do his job well.
Appearance:

Name: Gwendolyn Windsong
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Basic Background: Preferring Gwendolyn to any other nickname, she may come across as stern, prim and proper, but her heart has always ruled her head.
Appearance:



{edit} For example, I'll write one para about Gwen and then about the same amount of Balto, so you can respond to Gwen's with Molli and then Balto's with Vik?

“Another letter?” Gwendolyn asked, eyebrows raised in interest as she saw said object on her desk. Her excitement was scarcely concealed as she reached forward to grab it. The letters with her mystery pen pal had become the highlight of the week, though, not that she would admit it to anybody. “Molli,” she called for her servant. “When was this brought in?”
Balto was in the armoury, putting away his sword. He’d just returned from his extended patrol, and he wasn’t planning on doing anything other than light training for the next few days so he could recover from his soreness.
“Morning,” he greeted as he heard the door swing open from behind him.

"Morning Balto," Vik replied, barely glancing up form the book he held in front of his eyes as he walked. He had a bad habit of doing this, getting too lost in a book to put it down even as he roamed about to do other things. "How was the patrol?"

"Don't worry about it," Gwendolyn answered, a smile tugging at her lips. "This letter-writer is quite punctual, it seems. Wednesday at three without fail..." she mused. "Though next time I'm giving you explicit permission to come fetch me when the next letter arrives."
"Uneventful, sire," Balto answered, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Except for the one time I dropped my flask into the stream, and my horse refused to let me have it after I picked it up." The prince had a book in his hand again — typical of him. "A new book? What's this one about?"

Vik chuckled as he heard the story, though he still didn't quite tear his eyes away from the pages until he was asked about the book. He looked up with a bright smile on his lips. "Oh, yes, brand new. It's wonderful so far and you must read it when I'm through with it. It's about a knight. He reminds me of you, actually."

“Keep me company,” Gwendolyn offered, not looking up as she grabbed a letter opener. “I might read the letter out loud to you and I’d rather have someone listening than be caught reading to myself,” she chuckled. Another reason for keeping Molli in the room, though, was because of her own selfish reasons. She liked the company of her servant, and it went beyond friendship.
“Reminds you of me?” Balto looked up from his corner and was immediately lost in Vik’s eyes. Damn it, he inwardly thought. Vik’s tendency to bury his face into his books meant he had a pitifully small amount of time to look at his well-sculpted face. “I’m honoured. How so?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Strong, brave, knows his job like he was born for it. Every woman is in love with him. He tries not to put on the huge smile I know he wants to," Vik chuckled and pointed to Balto's face. "I can tell you hold back. It's probably for the best. You would kill every lady in a ten mile radius if you grinned."

“Yes,” Gwendolyn sighed before giggling. “It’s so mysterious, don’t you think? I love mysteries.” She grinned before falling back onto her bed. She made quick work with the letter before at last, she held the leaf of paper in her hands. “Dearest writer,” she read aloud. “I can never get over his lovely penmanship. How does one write so prettily?” He must be a scholar, she thought to herself before continuing to skim the letter.
Balto laughed sheepishly. “Reckon I could make several men fall for my smile too,” he joked, teasingly winking in Vik’s direction. Though it was bold of him, he couldn’t resist. Besides, it wasn’t like it would do any harm. Vik would probably take it as a joke. “And my stunningly good looks.”

Vik was caught a little off guard by that wink. It made something inside him flutter just a bit and he knew that Balto was joking, but what he said was true. He grinned at the other man, though it was a bit difficult. "You're correct Balto. I think you could make any human, living or dead, fall for you. A lucky man you are to have your pick of the world."

“He’s mentioned it in passing,” Gwendolyn answered. “And au contraire, Molli — I am not in love with him.” One of the reasons she liked receiving those letters was that it took her mind off her feelings for her servant, and maybe she could fall in love with someone else. “And does it really matter if he’s a man or not? His beautiful writing is enough to make any human sound of mind swoon.”
“I’d prefer someone alive so my bed’s not stone cold at night, sire,” Balto joked. Vik was of course, exaggerating his talents in courtship. And it wasn’t as if he was special; most girls only liked him for his title of ‘knight’. There were plenty of lads down in the marketplace who looked just as good and were just as chivalrous. “But what good is it if I can charm the world, when I cannot even woo the one I hold in my heart the highest regard?”

Vik raised an eyebrow. "I did not know you held anyone so high in your heart? Who is the lucky lady, if I might ask? Why can't you woo her? She must be absolutely blind to not notice you and your high esteem of her." He shook his head and sighed softly. "I'm sure you'll win her heart in time, one way or another. And, if not, you'll find someone more worthy. You're too good a man to waste your heart on someone who cannot appreciate it."

“You can tell by the steady hand and the constant thickness of the brush,” Gwendolyn answered, moving closer to her servant so she could show her the letter. “And of course, how neat and tidy it is. He’s probably been writing his whole life, which is why his penmanship is so pretty. So don’t feel bad about not being able to write like him; it’s only normal.” She traced a line of writing for Molli to see. “Here he’s talking about how one of his court's advisors smell.” She wrinkled her nose in amusement, secretly enjoying her proximity to Molli.
“If I told you, I would not be a very secret admirer, would I?” Balto sighed, a little too melodramatic for his own taste. “Being high above my station has been a constant obstacle, I’m afraid. Even if my affections were to be returned, it would never work out between us.” As well as how relationships between men were frowned upon — he was glad Vik had assumed it was a woman he loved. “I would be content to love in the shadows, if I could continue to serve her faithfully.”

Vik nodded, though it wasn't exactly in understanding. He couldn't say that he had ever truly been in love, let alone with someone above him. In fact, the only people above him were really his parents and he didn't have any sort of love for that pair at all. "Well Balto, I think it will all work out for you in the end. She will fall for you just as surely as you have fallen for her." He smiled then looked back toward his book. "I'm going back up to my room now. I've got to finish this before I sleep tonight."

Gwendolyn let out a peal of laughter. “Of course not,” she said, giggling. “See, apparently the advisor is a rather unpleasant man — even without the smell. Even the king dislikes him so, but he can’t dismiss him because he’s from a minor yet distinguished house. So he’s been given the room closest to the sewage systems — and the advisor has a broken nose — so he can’t smell a thing.” She patted her servant on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Molli. I’ll tell you when you do stink.”
“Well then I bid you adieu,” Balto replied, throwing a friendly smile at Vik. “I hope you enjoy your book, sire.” He dipped his head respectfully in the prince’s direction. As soon as the prince had left the room, though, he let out a sigh. That was close; he didn’t want the prince to find out about where his affections lay — at least not anytime soon. Maybe it was better for everyone that Vik thought he was in love with some kind of noble maiden.
{ Ugh; sorry I took so long! I couldn't come up with anything good, so I hope this will suffice! }

Molli giggled, "Oh my goodness. I can't believe that. Do you think he's telling the truth? He probably is but the whole situation is just crazy, don't you think?" She shook her head, smiling quite wide. She had unconsciously wiggled closer to Gwendolyn, looking at the letter as if she might actually be able to read and see for herself. "Do we have anyone like that here? Anyone that is so disliked that we make them live near the sewage areas? I hope the adviser is a real bad guy, or else that's just plain mean." She giggled again anyway though, after saying so. Then the hand patted at her shoulder and she shivered just a little bit. "And you could never smell bad, so there's no way that I could tell you."
Vik went back to his chambers and let out a soft sigh. He sat at his desk and wished that he had another letter to reply to, because he was bored and felt he needed to talk. He would mention Balto in his next letter, he decided. Balto was, after all, a great man who was very good at his job. He was glad that the man had finally found someone to love, even if she did not yet return his affections, because he deserved it.

"He's old and boring, apparently," Gwendolyn sighed. "Refuses to change any laws. Half the court wants him gone, but they don't want to offend his family. And no, Mama wouldn't make anyone live near our sewage areas. She'd never be so mean." She skimmed more of the letter before answering the question. "But Molli, you've seen me after riding; I'm sure I'm not radiating roses and oakwood."
After finishing his chores in the armoury, Balto decided to head up to the knights' quarters. There was no use moping around after the prince, and there was certainly no use dwelling on what he'd said for even longer. Instead, he might stay in and read a book for once, like Vik was wont to do. Or even catch a quick nap before having supper.

Vik only managed to stay sitting at his desk for a short period of time. He was soon up and walking through the halls again, book in hand. He didn't know why but he couldn't seem to sit still while he was reading this particular novel. He had run into about ten people now, but he wasn't about to force himself to sit.