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If you are not queen or Spellbound then do not post! You may read along but DO NOT POST.
The Job of Soul Collectors and Soul Destroyers Eons ago, humans were made and so were many other creatures. Ones being made of light itself and ones made of pure darkness and shadows. These beings were tasked with jobs, to protect or harm the humans. Those beings holding the Darkness being called Shadowlings or Noctius Reapers - they were the ones who destroyed evil souls and punished and scared bad humans. The beings holding the light called Lux or Luminous Ones - they shone bright like the stars themselves, they were the ones who judged whether a human was worthy to join the stars and they protected good humans from scary dreams and they collected the Soul Stone of dying humans. The Lux lived high in the beautiful clouds in the beautiful city of Zephyr where the little ones flew on air currents and were educated. These beings are rather strict on access to the Mortal Realm and only a select few could go and perform their duties as Collectors. They of course came down in human disguises and went along with their course of action. However, the Noctis Reapers made the Mortal Realm their home - they of course had beautiful underground cities but they more so made themselves comfortable living among the humans. Both species were forbidden from interacting with each other and definitely forbidden from falling in love. So what happens when the Prince of the Luminous Ones who's a excellent Collector runs into a Noctis Reaper by accident? And said Prince is moping over a breakup. |
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My Character Name: " I'm rich and a little bit of a bitch. Just because I acknowledge you doesn't mean we're immediately friends - earn my loyalty first and then we'll talk about friendship." Species
Luminous One/Lux
Age
Looks to be in his mid-twenties but he's been around for a while.
Gender Male Sexuality
Omnisexual, with a preference for men Appearance This young man has what one would describe as an androgynous appearance. His facial features bearing a sharp - yet soft jawline and a well defined collarbone. He has full lips with them being rosy in hue, and a button nose with a sizable nose-bridge to match. Along his most bridge are freckles, and freckles cover a lot of his face and his body. He has what can be described as beautiful amber eyes with the golden portion of it striking out more. They are framed by thick white lashes and well manicured eyebrows that are also white. His skin is a beautiful terra-cotta color, a beautiful brownish orange color that always seems aglow like he's been kissed by the sun itself. His hair is a whitish-blonde color, it's definitely thick and healthy. It has beautiful coils that he likes to keep styled and well-kept. His hair cups around his waist and he loves every inch of it. He absolutely doesn't like it being touched without permission, especially if he just did it. He also bears a couple piercings, ones for earrings a nose stud and septum piercing. He also likes to accessorize in shiny things particularly rings and pretty things that make his hair even nicer. His body is what can be described as gender envy. It has the subtle feminine softness with the curves of his hips and thighs being stacked. He also has a bit of muscle on his arms from being athletic and active - not to mention his assets in the back. He has a few scars on his body as well , ones mostly on his back being brutal. But he has some noticeable ones on his arms as well. Yet they're covered by his enormous white wings that have golden feathers and hooked tips, and yes he can make them disappear when needed to. Bullet Personality: • Insomniac • Tired Of Everyone's Bullshit • Overachiever (because of mommy and daddy issues) •Distrustful • Sassy and Sarcastic • Blunt • Can be Compassionate and Kind •Empathetic •Treasures the small things • Chaotic Gremlin Hobbies
> Reading
> Baking
> Journaling
> Collecting Dangerous Plants
> Gardening and Herbology
> Collecting Dreams and Shiny Things Likes
+ Shopping
+ Sweets + Sunlight + Plants + Books and Libraries + Art + Journaling + Dreams + Spicy Food Dislikes
- Nightmares
- Noctis Reapers (?) - Darkness - Small Spaces - Being misjudged/underestimated - Too Salty things Strengths Weaknesses |
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Osiris
"I will dump your dead body in a river if you don't shut the fuck up. You're annoying me. No- Wait- You are annoying."
Species
Shadowling/Noctis Reaper
Age
Appears to be mid twenties to very early thirties, but has been around for way too long.
Gender
Male
Sexuality
The most gay man you will ever encounter.
"If you're a part of the problem then you're not a part of the solution, now quit being a part of the problem and be a part of the fucking solution."
Appearance
This man is considerably handsome. Standing at a towering six foot five, he possesses a warm brown for a skin-tone, leaning towards the lighter side considering he is mixed. Perhaps considered a more golden, a tad lighter, skin-tone, he possesses clear skin and minimal scarring, at least none that are obvious, and no doubt has something of a perfect look. Sophisticated and young, Osiris has the look of a compelling, confident, fine young man who knows his way in the world. His build is that of lean muscle, clearly framed by his outfits of choice. He has a broad chest, leveling into his torso which is more of a rectangle. He is built as though he were a rectangle - his hips are practically non existent and he does not have much for curves in his appearance.
Osiris has a more square face, slightly elongated, but nonetheless, it is defined by a sharp jawline and cheekbones. His lips are full and plump, moisturized at any given moment and behind them are a beautiful set of pearly whites that he normally uses to flirt with. His eyes are almond shaped, a bit more on the rounder side, and are a gorgeous hazel that one can easily get lost in as blue, gray, brown, and even hints of green linger in. His eyelashes are thin yet long and dark that frame his eyes perfectly. Osiris takes pride in his clear skin, and his face always looks well-taken care of, but he also has to remember that his charms and wit were literally built into him.
Osiris's hair is a curly mop with a faded cut. His curls are indeed natural, and they are tight curls that normally look quite unkempt. If his hair is a bit long like how it is now, he might pull it back into a smaller bun that would sit at the back of his head. Sometimes he may cut it to where only the sides are short and the top is kept long so he can still pull it back. Osiris doesn't really care what his hair looks like regardless, but it is a dark brown, practically black, and it looks healthy nonetheless.
Osiris's wardrobe is made up of suits. Yes. Suits. Tailored just for him, actually. He has an arrangement of brands that he likes and wears, others tucked away for even more special occasions. If absolutely needed he will wear more casual clothing in order to fit in, but he prefers to look more sophisticated and business-like. Something about it gives him even more charm than he already has, and he finds that he can become more approachable if he looks like he actually works.
Personality
-Blunt, sarcastic, dark humor, hella witty with his responses -Charming, flirty
-Calculating, observant, easily distracted unless he knows he absolutely has to get something done
-If he says he's going to do something, he will do it. He doesn't like broken promises
-Generally honest, sometimes lies just because he can
-No filter whatsoever
-Doesn't shut up. Like ever
-Generally pretty intimidating
-There's love somewhere thrown in that dark heart of his
"I can and will in fact haunt your dreams if you try one more stupid move on me."
Hobbies
Cooking
Baking
Bothering Lux's
Watching how humans interact
Collecting too many plants in his bakery
Reading
Writing music
Playing guitar
Likes
Music
Plants
Scents
Baking/cooking (he makes some mean cookies) Nightmares (specifically causing them) Being a dick (or is that a personality trait?)
Annoying others
He likes his own jokes
Dislikes
Lux's
Crowded places
Bright lights/places
Any overly hot weather
Swimming (he can't but you don't get to know that)
Most food that he didn't make
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Bellamy A young man woke up with a grogginess. His soft grumbles audible as he rubbed the sleep away from his eyes. The gently moved the satin sheets that covered his body and yawned - stretching his arms and legs as he did so on the side of the bed. His comfortable dragon slippers were bedside and he slipped his feet in them with ease. He then proceeded to moved his pillows slowly and undress his bed. He then shook the sheets off and the sheet on the bed before recontructing it. Afterwards he got a fluffy bathrobe that was hung on a hook on his bathroom door and entered his restroom. Flicking on the light he hissed a bit at the brightness and began his morning routine. He took a shower with his lavander and chamomile infused soap, brushed his teeth, did his skincare routine and straightened his restroom up and put his pajamas in the dirty hamper before going back into his room. He then made his way to his closet. He wasn't feel his best so he figured dressing nicely would boost his morale considering the shitshow that went down back at home. He picked out a pair of black platforms with some ripped jeans and red and white floral crop top. He then proceeded to his vanity and do his makeup. He put on his black eyeliner and just a bit of lipgloss with some floral rings and gemstone rings that were red and black on his fingers along with his silver bracelet. His nails were already painted black so it worked with his outfit and he sighed before getting a simple nude crossbody bag and putting his items in it: wallet, Id, money and his card. His parents rather hated him for getting accustomed to the human world but it was rather comfortable and nice. He removed the satin bonnet on his head and took the time to unpin his curls, and did a half up and down hairdo with space buns, and then lined up his edges before being satisfied with how he looked. He then made his way downstairs and finally noticed it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon and he rolled his eyes at this. He turned off his alarm before resetting it and heading out. It wasn't that far to walk. And so he walked into the small town, and greeted smiling people down the street before he came to his favorite bakery and made his way in. He really wasn't in his usually mood for a strawberry shortcake with a lemon ginger tea. So he proceeded to ring the bell for service. The person at the register smiled before saying, "The usual Bell? Shortcake with Lemon Ginger Tea?" Bellamy smiled before saying, "No, not today. I would prefer a Red Velvet cake with some soft bake chocolate cookies with vanilla ice cream and a cup of chocolate milk if you don't mind." The cashier nodded and Bellamy made his way to his usual table by the window and put on his reading glasses before getting a romance novel out of his bag and beginning to casually read. He was reading ACOTAR, a current human obsession. |
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×Osiris×
The Mortal Realm would never seize to amaze Osiris. A world filled with such diverse people, and yet, they all made the same mistakes. How could crime statistics be so high in one place? You'd think that people would learn by now that murder and robbing people is bad. He shrugged at the thought. Like he was really one to talk, but he wasn't exactly human either. Osiris couldn't help but scoff aloud at his brain before deciding it was time to head into his bakery for the day.
His bakery had become his pride and joy over the last couple of years. At first he started it as just a joke, something that would keep him covered up, but now it became his prized possession. Something that he loved. Many were unaware of his cooking and baking talents, but he always amazed others at what he could do in the kitchen. He began to take it serious, and thus, his bakery became a city favorite. Maybe he liked the job so much because of the shop's popularity and it just stroked Osiris's ego. Yeah. That was probably it.
Osiris got ready for the day by first getting out of bed. He did it so slow that he must've been the world's slowest snail, but once he managed to scramble his way out of his sheets, Osiris couldn't help but realize that he actually had to do stuff today. Like socializing. He rolled his eyes at the thought and proceeded to change from pajama pants and a t-shirt into a dapper suit that hugged him nicely. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled slightly. Was he in love with himself? Yeah. He is. Maybe that's the narcissist in him, but that's besides the point.
He went on by running a hand through his hair, brushing his teeth, and grabbing his car keys which sat on his counter. Osiris could appreciate the invention of cars. Not even that long ago there wasn't any, and yes, he was around then. Call him old, but the man looked fine for being created since nearly the beginning of time. His job was to destroy souls, a Shadowling or Noctis Reaper as he was called. Or so his species. They all took pride in living in the Mortal Realm. Clearly. Look at him. Osiris is a non-human man who appears to be in his mid-twenties who owns a popular bakery and wears suits all the time. Why would he want anything different?
Osiris drove himself the few blocks it took to get to the bakery. Why didn't he walk? That would've been too easy, and besides, why wouldn't he drive? He found it to be quite fun, actually, and enjoyed the feeling it gave him. Technically, yes, he could've just took a few hundred steps, but no, Osiris preferred to do things the more convenient way. For him, at least.
Climbing out of his car, he peeked inside the shop. It was already open and someone was already inside, thanks to his lovely cashier Amelia. She was a mortal that had become one of Osiris's favorite, and he learned a lot from her since opening the bakery. He walked in after pulling the door open, looking towards Amelia with a warm smile and then the customer. He squinted slightly towards the smaller man, taking in his feminine appearance. He raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down, but of course, he ensured that the other man wouldn't be able to see that. He looked oddly familiar, so Osiris simply assumed he was a regular.
"Have you watered today, Amelia?" Osiris called from the back.
"Nope! Leaving that for you. And to make Mr. Bellamy here a Red Velvet cake with soft baked cookies, vanilla ice cream, and chocolate milk," Amelia called back, looking towards Bell and then back towards the direction of Osiris. She could hear the sigh of annoyance he released, causing her to chuckle softly. "He should be out with your order any minute," Amelia turned to Bellamy, saying her words more soft so Osiris couldn't hear her.
Osiris grabbed a couple of water bottles, pouring balanced amounts of water into each of the plants that were scattered yet placed strategically in the store after he had come back out from the back. After doing so, he threw the empty bottles in the trash and went into the back to begin his baking. In between preparing batters, he brought out a glass of cold chocolate milk, setting it on the table for Bellamy. He noticed the book he was reading, skimming the backside of it before softly clearing his throat.
"Shouldn't be too long now before I complete your order," Osiris offered the smallest, warmest smile. |
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Bellamy The young man was so engrossed in his book - he barley noticed the arrival of someone new if he hadn't heard the new voice. He ignored it for a while but then heard someone clearing their throat and putting chocolate milk on the table. Bellamy noted the smile and words with a smile of his own. "Thank you! I hope it isn't a hassle for my order." He said a bit embarrassed, "I usually just order the Strawberry Shortcake - one of my favorites you see. That cake is so divine," and he said this with a more or less wistful expression, like he was dying to eat it right then and their but he regained his composure, " sorry, I'm rambling. Long story short and I am looking forward for some delicious comfort sweets." And he gave a polite smile before taking a sip from his chocolate milk. He continued to read his book. He enjoyed this town, this bakery, and the people. Bellamy felt better here in the Mortal Realm, hell he was an editor for a book publishing company and not to mention a librarian at a well-known library. He was lucky it was the weekend or he surely would've been embarrassed to sleep in on such a day. He sat patiently awaiting his sweets, humming to himself when the entrance bell rang. The sight of familiar ginger curls and mischievous blue eyes caught his attention. He curses silently to himself and holds up the menu as if he was ordering but he wasn't. Trying to obscure his visage from vision and make himself appear smaller. But the sound of the bastard's voice calling his name made him say a silent prayer. "Bell! I didn't know you were in town." The bastard feigned. "I live here Remy." Bellamy deadpanned. A forced chuckle came from Remy as he sat down and snatched the menu out of his hand, "Anything worth eating in this joint. I'm starving." Bellamy felt his right eye twitch as he clasped his hands together irritated by his behavior, "Excuse me? I don't recall me asking for your company nor giving you consent to sit with me. And I believe this establishment is much to classy for intolerable scrubs such as yourself." He said with a polite yet edged tone. "Oh come on. We're friends, just because we're exes doesn't mean we can't be civil. Or are you just sour?"
"Excuse me?" Bellamy hissed lowly, as to not indicate he was losing his temper, "friends? You lost that privilege the day you decided I wasn't good enough for you and slept with goddamn cousin behind my back. So friends, no, exes , yes. And I'm not ever going to be civil with what you've done. And the way you tried to ruin my reputation and everything, so leave." "Oh come on, don't be like that. I can still show you a good time."
"Oh? Show me a good time?" Bellamy scoffed, "then get on your knees and beg." "Beg?" "You heard me. Grovel at my boots, beg me if you have some sort of decency for being a two-timing lying snake." "Now why would I do that?" Remy said getting up from his seat annoyed as he glared at Bellamy. "I should've known my worth before I was with you, and dumping your ass has opened my eyes." He stood up with the glass in hand and each step he took was full of anger and disdain, "It opened my eyes to the narcissistic, egotistical, conniving little rat you are. So yes, if you truly want me back then beg like the good little boy you are , but wait you don't want that. So I have another option, go to hell." And his last words were full of venom. "You little bi-" Remy began but he was cut off by punch from Bellamy. "Call me a bitch again. And I dare you to try and touch me again." Bellamy said rolling his eyes as he swished his glass of milk around before taking a swig. The shock was plain on Remy's face as he cradled it, and stood up. He looked like he was going to say something but he held his tongue and scampered out of the bakery. "Prick." Bellamy said in annoyance, and he made his way back to his table. "Sorry about that disturbance Amelia and Sir. He couldn't take a hint." |
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Osiris shook his head. "Trust me, I've done bigger orders. Just surprised you want something like that this early in the morning. I guess I'm not exactly one to judge though," Osiris offered another quick smile. "Just ask Amelia for any refills - I'm just you can at least handle that," he added before turning around, making his way back into the kitchen.
Osiris began with making his batters. He had a cook book wide open, following each important step, down to the sprinkle of salt that he had to add. He smiled softly, observing the batter of the Red Velvet cake and nodded. He felt proud of himself. It wasn't often that people ordered it, and he was lucky enough to be in a decent mood this morning to be willing enough to create a masterpiece of a piece of food.
Osiris couldn't help but remember that Bellamy said comfort sweets. Rough morning? Rough week? Rough month? He shrugged. Truly it was none of his business, but obviously he had to be a mortal if the man ate comfort sweets. Osiris technically didn't even need to eat or drink anything to live, but he did anyway because of the fact he lived upon humans.
Amelia looked up from the table she had been wiping to see a ginger with blue eyes enter the store. As soon as she went to go back to the front near the cash register, he seemed to have found his way to Bellamy. Amelia watched the scene, and before it could get too heated, she found herself making her way into the back.
"Osiris. You might wanna see this," she said, watching the man put the sweets into the oven to bake. Osiris took off his mitts, setting them to the side and made his way to the front. He stood next to Amelia behind the counter, leaning slightly against it, his elbows resting.
Osiris listened to the conversation get heated rather fast. He was tempted to take matters into his own hands considering this was his store, but quickly, Bellamy seemed to have figured that punching him was the best solution. Osiris had already moved towards the pair, and just before he was about to push the ginger, Bellamy punched him.
"Wouldn't want to get on the end of that fist," Osiris muttered with a soft chuckle. He raised his eyebrows, seeing the man run out of the store. "Real piece of shit there, huh," Osiris added under his breath before hearing Bellamy apologize.
"You know what, that's perfectly fine. I don't really blame you. Dude sounded like a fucking prick... As you put it. I'm glad you can stand up for yourself," Osiris smiled, and when getting another close look at Bellamy he again, he realized why he had looked so familiar. From a smile to a narrow, deathly look, Osiris had come to the realization that Bellamy was a Lux. Of course he wouldn't say anything now, but Osiris made it known by the death stare.
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After some time, Osiris had come out with everything that Bellamy had ordered. He had sent Amelia out on some errands to pick up more ingredients for later, which meant that Osiris and Bellamy were left alone. Osiris had placed everything nice on the two plates he was serving, setting them down in front of him. Osiris looked outside for a moment, watching the pedestrians pass by. He was surprised that nobody else had really come in, but considering what day of the week it was, they probably preferred more faster-pace cafes and such.
Osiris sat down across from Bellamy, looking him up and down. "It's amazing what you did. Who was that? Some sadistic ex? I can only assume that by the fact you explained your entire life story about how the man cheated on you with your cousin behind your back. Sad, really. Disgusting. But I do guess playing can be more fun than being loyal," he muttered his last sentence, though it was more than likely still audible.
"Name's Osiris, by the way. Or I guess you can still call me sir," he shot a wink towards Bellamy. "Did I pick up your name was Bellamy?" He then questioned. "Cute name," he gave a toothy grin, leaning back in the seat and tapping his skinny fingers lightly on the table. |
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Bellamy The young man watched his ex run off with a clear satisfaction on his face and he sat down like nothing had happened. Remy was the type to cause a scene anywhere they went and he usually just gave in to him but he was tired of that, tired of him. He was glad to see the food coming out and at that his face seemed to grow brighter that his usually broody look. And he was now uninterested in the book and focused on the food. As he took a bit into his cake he hummed his satisfaction and continued to slowly savor each bite. The man before him was asking questions and he really didn't mind, after all it wasn't that big of a deal. "Yeah, ex-boyfriend to be exact. I don't understand how I feel for that sack of shit. He used to be so charming and sweet, but I guess that was to bait me in. He gradually grew worse, in temper and just lack of caring for me. The flowers and gifts grew less and less, forgetting to call or text and forgoing our anniversary. He always created a scene wherever he went for the smallest thing - it was embarrassing really that I put up with it." He took another bite of his cake with a thoughtful expression, " So one day after an argument I went to apologize for it when it really wasn't even my fault, I heard him on the phone with someone. And so I followed him to my cousin's house where he was making out with them. " he gave a dry chuckle, " you should've seen the expression on their face when I dumped a bucket of water on them and dumped him." "Ever since then he's been bothering me and so have his parents." He groaned, " I am not looking forward to the phone call from mine. They didn't care about me when I cried my eyes out about our fights , how he cheated, but no - me punching a shitbag like him will get me in trouble. Honestly I should change my number to spite them. I get in trouble for punching their precious pets son. Kind of avoiding my parents but I'm sure they find some way to ruin my life even more than they have." He was grumbling more angrily as he continued the cake and a soft hmph came when his name was asked and a wink was given. He blinked in a daze for a second but gave a small smile. "Nice to meet you Osiris. Well, sir" he said with his own teasing tone, " I didn't know your name and didn't want to be rude. And yes Bellamy is my name, I work as an editor for a book company and the Comet Library a few miles from here. I'm having an off day since it's the weekend. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do today. Probably go see a movie or something - I might buy some new plants - I need some more Venus flytraps and Sundews , what about you? What are your plans? |
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Osiris listened to Bellamy with full interest. Somehow. Something odd about him that seemed to pull the Shadowling in, and yet, Osiris speculated this man to be his enemy. He cleared his throat, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as he realized he was staring, and he looked out the window for a moment. Osiris licked his lips before leaning in towards Bellamy slightly, sighing softly.
"Sounds like you were in for a handful. I don't date. Like, ever. Seems like a waste of time. Why would you date someone when there's eight billion fish in the sea? There's much more things in life that you can please yourself with anyway. No offense to you, of course, but uh, it seems like one of those things where it's fun for a while and then the feelings just slip away because there's so much more to do in life than settle down, marry, have a couple of kids," Osiris stated. While he was no mortal, he knew how they functioned, and that settling down, getting married, have a couple of kids, and dying "happy" was never really a part of their lives. Depression. Sadness. Attachment. Anger. Those were the things he saw in humans, and that is what amazed him. What you see in television and movies is nothing like real life, and while Osiris had never truly experienced a human life, he knew the better - or maybe the worse - part of it.
Osiris chuckled softly. "Don't imagine a man like you being so bitchy, but hey, what can I say, I don't really know you. That's besides the point. Fuck him for what he did," Osiris nudged his head with his last sentence in the direction of the doors, considering that's where the little bitch ran out. "I guess you really put him in his place though, huh?"
"Put a fucking restraining order on him. He sounds crazy," Osiris rolled his eyes. He really did. Osiris normally wasn't one to judge - well he was, but at least not with others he didn't know - but he figured he could make something of an exception. Osiris raised his eyebrows when Bellamy mentioned his parents ruining his life. He didn't look or even sound like the type of man to have parent trauma, but Osiris himself could never assume something so personal. He was the guy who was literally an orphan and raised himself, scavenging as much as he could.
Osiris grinned softly when Bellamy called him sir again. The urge he had to say something a bit sexual was on the top of his tongue, though he restrained himself. Osiris nodded. "Library, huh? You got any cook books? Plant books? I'm way too invested into finding new things to hoard in here," Osiris questioned, shifting his weight slightly in the seat. Osiris leaned back in the seat now, looking out the window. He turned his attention back to Bellamy after he asked what he had planned.
"Well I was planning on watching you beat the shit out of your ex, but he seems like a one-hit kind of deal and that's disappointing," Osiris joked. He cracked a small smile and then shook his head after scoffing slightly at himself, mainly. "But, uh, run this place, I guess. Wait for my sweet Amelia to get back. She's been rather helpful the past few years. Never believed she'd stick around this long, but hey, she has," Osiris stopped himself from talking more because at this point he was just rambling. The man never did actually shut up though, so who was he to blame?
Osiris hummed softly to himself, observing the sweets he had made. "How's the food? Good I hope. Generally not common for making that sort of stuff this early in the day, but I'm not really one to judge either." He shrugged. "What made you want to become an editor? You seemed to be more of the 'I-prefer-to-keep-to-myself' kind of person." Osiris then asked.
Why was he carrying this conversation? Was there any rhyme or reason to it? No. Was Osiris just bored? Probably. Did Bellamy seem to have some odd aura that made Osiris slightly curious? Yes. Oh, yeah. Possible enemy in his store, right. For now, that thought would float in the back of his mind rather than preventing him from thinking straight. There had been no harm so far, so why would Osiris ruin the peace? That's besides the point of the fact that Osiris loved chaos. But hey, beggars can't be choosers. |
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