The Guardians?! Are you kidding? Yes, I believe in those disgusting liars. That doesn't mean I'm on their side.
Sure. I used to be. But a lot changes when you give darkness a chance.
((RP for 16-year-old Fearling Sophie Bennett
Alternative / AU blog to of-wings-and-snow
Mun is the same. All characterization is taken from previous rps there.
FC: AnnaSophia Robb))
I track the tag "ofwingsandshadows"
Magic anon: None
Jamie: Jack, are you okay?
Jack: *continues to cough violently for another minute of two* I-I’ll be OK… *reaches up and presses his fingers to his eyes*
Jamie: *rubs Jack’s back gently, then looks over at Sophie with hate-filled eyes* YOU-
DS: *Breathing unevenly and she tries to mouth something several times. A few whispered syllables are out, rising in volume each time, before she shouts for him* Pitch!
Pitch: *eyebrow quirks in interest, and he slowly steps from the shadows* *evenly* Yes, Princess?
Jamie: *makes sure Jack is able to stay vertical before letting go, and standing, clenching his fists and walking evenly and with purpose toward Sophie, staring straight at her* Sophie……..
Jack: *chokes* P-Pitch, get awa— *he slips forward on his own ice, shaking violently now*
DS: *her chest rises and falls as she takes in audible breaths, very close to losing it* Help me. Please… *her eyes widen as Jamie advances* J-Jamie, how…?
Jamie: How, what, Sophie *his voice is murderous as his own shadow begins to pulsate, flexing upward to his hands, curling around his fingers, then palms, wrists..*
Jack: J-Jamie *slides down to his knees once more*
DS: *her eyes widen as she watches* You…you did it… *her expression changes to a mix between wonder and pain* You said you wouldn’t ever…
Jamie: Wouldn’t ever….WHAT.
DS: *looks down, eyes flickering over the ground but not catching on anything, just staying away from Jamie* *quietly* Join me. Us. And now you have… *frowns, but she’s not sure why she’s upset*
Jack: *chokes, but is louder this time* Jamie, n-no.
Jamie: I will NOT, Sophie. You tried to hurt me. You hurt Jack. Again. Never again,
Sophie. I won’t let you hurt my friend.
Jamie: I won’t let you hurt yourself anymore. Not ever.
Jamie: *continues walking toward Sophie, clenching his fists as shadowy scimitars form in his hands. He raises the one in his right hand above his head, preparing to swing, angling his body..*
DS: *her mouth drops open in horror and tears form in her eyes. She takes a step backwards toward Pitch, trembling* Jamie, no. No, you wouldn’t.
DS: *raises her hands to defend herself, but the shadows only form a weak barrier for a few seconds*
Jamie: *charges, swinging with all of his might*
Jack: Jamie, n-no! *closes his eyes despite not being able to see*
Pitch: *glides smoothly between Sophie and Jamie in the blink of an eye, holding up his arm and catching Jamie’s swing, without a scratch to be seen* That’s enough, my Prince.
DS: *lets out a chocked sob and she drops when her knees give out*
Pitch: *still holding Jamie’s sword up with his arm, peers over his shoulder, almost bored, at Sophie* Are you all right, Princess?
Jamie: *blinks, shocked, looking at Pitch as he’s frozen in place*
DS: I… * tries very hard to say something and just ends up mouthing ‘yes’ and nodding*
Jack: *opens his milky eyes and leans forward, slipping down onto all fours*
Jamie: *slowly lowers his arms, taking a step back, beginning to tremble. The shadows still pulse around him as he stares into Pitch’s eyes, entranced*
Jack: *chokes* Sandy… where are you?
Pitch: *lowers his arm as well, gently rubbing it with other hand, smirking, his sharp teeth showing* That’s a good boy. Now, are you ready to see reason yet?
Jamie: *slowly looks down at his feet, clenching his hands over his scimitars, straining to keep control. The shadows are taking, him, though, and Pitch’s words are ringing in his ears*
Jack: *sits back on his heels* SANDY, I NEED YOUR HELP.
DS: *barely above a whisper* Jamie…
Jamie: *cringes at Jack’s yelling, being pulled away slightly*
Pitch: *lets out a low, purring chuckle* Join us, Jameson. Your throne awaits. Your sister and I need you. We care about you.
Jamie: *trembles even more so*
Pitch: *turns halfway away, reaches down and offers a hand to help Sophie up*
DS: *takes Pitch’s hand and stands, trying to hide her shaking* *looks at Jamie, flinches, and looks down again* Please, Jamie…
Jack: Jamie, NO.. SANDY!
Jamie: *raises his eyes slowly, making contact with Sophie’s eyes* *his pupils slowly dilate just the tiniest bit, and he shivers as his shadow pulsates again, inching toward Pitch*
Pitch: *smirks even more, pulling Sophie gently forward, and reaching a hand out for Jamie as well*
Jamie: *lets go of the shadow scimitar in his right hand, and it dissipates into thin air. Carefully latches onto Pitch’s hand* …..y-yes…
((This was a Skype rp between me, seekingmycenter, and askjamesonbennett, kingofthedarkage, and bringerofdreams. It is a rough draft, although most of the major points will stay the same. Jack was blind due to an M!A, and Dark Soph decided to pop up and make fun of him. Things escalated and…well…))
((Broken up into two parts))
((So scar count. After everything with Sophie being a Fearling, she has small, crescent-shaped scars on her left check and her throat from a fight with one of the Season Lords.
Now, she has—will have—a scar running up her right leg from an icicle that Jack sent her way during a fight. Hmm…))
“That was then, wasn’t it?” A spark of mischief glinted in her eyes before she sighed. She pulled her legs up and rested her arms on her knees, placing her cheek on her folded arms. A slight smile pulled at her lips and dropped quickly.Thinking over the last time they had met made her stomach twist a little. Was she feeling guilty? She closed her eyes, letting the drowsiness take over for a moment. When she opened them, she frowned up at Jack.
“I’m not in a biting mood at the moment,” she muttered, the words difficult to say. Being tired always seemed to make it difficult to speak.
Jack took another step forward. “You know, I’m a trusting person.” he stated. Jack shuffled his feet slightly, “But after what happened, I don’t think I’ll be able to trust you as long as you’re under Pitch’s influence.”
She could turn on her at any moment, after all. He was not an idiot. Jack knew perfectly well she was a danger to him and everyone around her. Heck, she was probably even a danger to himself.
But it wasn’t very Jack-like or Guardian-like to not help her. He felt conflicted. On one hand he saw her as the sweet girl he once knew, on the other he could feel her slicing through his skin.
“‘Under his influence’,” she scoffed, eyes darting over to him again. “You make it sound like I’m some stupid teenager at a party.” She squinted, blinked, and looked away again, dangerously close to telling him.
That was the problem with being tired. She either rambled, or otherwise just said stuff she normally wouldn’t if she could think clearly. And this time, she was tired mentally, emotionally, and physically, with no explanation as to why. If she wasn’t careful, she might end up telling him and making herself look weak.
“I never asked for trust. Pitch did, though.” She kept her eyes on the trees around her, but her attention was still on Jack, watching him from the corners of her eyes. “Seems like you have a lot of trust issues, actually.”
Sometimes, life likes to dangle hope in front of you and then take it away. You gain everything you ever wanted, and it gets taken away in a matter of minutes.
Sometimes, you realize that you’re such a total screw up that you LET it get taken from you.
And so you go into a corner and cry, tend to your injured father, and then cry some more. You let the anger and desperation and betrayal and confusion swallow you up, consume you, so the shadows that were weak around you before lash at your feet and try to devour you.
And when you’re done crying, when the darkness has ebbed away for another’s healing, when you’re left alone…you feel empty. Your head is hollow, except for the blocks of words that tumble around. When emotion consumed you, they were like bricks, throwing themselves at your skull and trying to break it. Now they are like styrofoam—bumping into each other, scraping, making jarring noises, but doing no lasting damage. It’s because you forced them into that form.
They’ll turn back into bricks and become painful again when the numbness wears off. But for now, they’re just there, sticking in your mind.
And so you sit, not sleeping, barely moving unless your father does. The words hit at the inside of your skull over and over, but you can’t move or react. You won’t for a long time.
Beginning of the rp:
End of the rp:
why did this happen to me
I’ve made my mistakes
(This shit just got so much more intense.)
[[no fucking kidding]]
(I THINK THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND OMFG)
((I’M SORRY DX))
You will have to excuse the mess, you know ghosts, they never tidy up.