Maybe It Wasn't Long, But A Year Was Still A Longer Period Of Time Than Marius Might Have Expected. Or

Maybe it wasn't long, but a year was still a longer period of time than Marius might have expected. Or maybe thats just not what he wanted to hear. Maybe it was just that he was far more forward than that, but he couldn't imagine having those feelings and not saying anything. Some little voice in his mind told him Acelin just didn't trust him like that... But he didn't really believe it. Ace was just more reserved than that. It was cute.

"That long, huh?" Marius just kept his smile, though his eyebrow knitting together did give away that he was thinking more about it, "Suppose it must not have been easy to watch me just sleep around. Not that I mean... Well... I don't want to bring up any sour thoughts, I guess. I wasn't ever really looking for anything permanent anyway."

It was hard to think that he could really settle down, fully move on with someone else. But... The longer time went on, the more he was sure things were truly over. Maybe it was time to get on with it, really get over it.

@inechoingsilence || xxx

As a young child, too young to really remember, Luna lost her parents in a terrible fire. She was put into foster care and eventually ended up in the care of an older couple who had been fostering kids all their lives. They had been ready to settle down to raise one last child on their own before they were too old to be able to keep up with small kids. Lucky for them, Luna was a perfect child.

Shy and quiet, she doesn't tend to speak out much unless spoken to or asked to share something. At least not until she gets really comfortable with a group. She has a small circle of friends she grew up with in school that she trusts absolutely with everything. She feels the most at home among them.

All through high school, Luna discovered a passion for reading and performing, but she never had the courage to try out for any sort of theater. She just decided to keep her little interest to herself, though she was never seen without a book or two. It wasn't until after graduation that she discovered L1M3 software, developed by Elijah King (@godccmplex ) as a perfect and seamless auto tune. Playing around with it, she found she could pursue her passion in a way that was entertaining as well as keeping her identity a secret.

At first, she would just record stories for herself. She kept them all on a hard drive along with the voice files she created using the L1M3 software. She managed to wrack up an extensive library of all her favorite short stories and poems, as well as a complete reading of her favorite book that she was very proud of. But, when the apartment she was living in was broken in to while she was out of town with friends, she lost her computer and her drive was damaged beyond repair. That was when she decided to start uploading them online so they wouldn't ever be lost again.

She built up a following quickly and a few years in she became one of the top story telling podcasts, even taking requests for short stories and creepy no sleeps submitted by her fans. Her identity was kept a secret with an altered voice that made her sound like a guy under the name Ares (a play off of her middle name being Aeris). Nobody knows who she really is and she prefers that way. Any interview she has ever done has been written and she doesn't do any sort of live stream. Luna believes the anonymity is what lead most to her success, but she knows she also has a talent to show the world.

In the present she works as a hostess at the Starlight Lounge, a job she's been doing for a few months to help pay for things. It helps with her confidence and getting herself out there more instead of always hiding away.

Name: Luna Aeris Thomas

Faceclaim: Halle Bailey

Age: 25

Gender: female

Sexuality: demi-romantic/ bisexual

Occupation: Podcast host / writer; Starlight Lounge hostess

more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

“you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

“Well, legally, I have committed many crimes, but morally, I feel good about my standing.”