Lexios
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"Hear what isn't being said as well."

Oneiroi of speech and communication
(Underworld God who creates speech and communication in dreams).

Son of Hypnos and Pasithea.
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meant to write a character who has the same gender you have as writer yourself because otherwise you would "lead them on." Again - this isn't a dating app! Why do you think it's one?

So, rant done. I rarely do any but this was calling for it.
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- People suddenly thinking if your characters are shipped they also have a relationship with you as writer. Or writers stating that if you are in a real life relationship you're meant to quit roleplay. Please - this here isn't Tinder.

- And last but not least - writers stating that you are only +
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did form - organically, from writing. Not because it was pre-set because someone was looking for "mains". Reminds me always of elementary school where there were these small letters exchanged. "Would you like to be my girlfriend? Check "yes", "no" or "maybe". Is this elementary school now? +
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talking to one another. You didn't have "anxiety" if the other would ignore your character. If there was writing chemistry a storyline evolved just from the banter. When you were halfway in the story maybe *then* you said hello to the other writer ooc. That's also how ships +
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someone voicing your every day life concerns and that's why Medusa suddenly talks about liking chocolate muffins. What the hell?

- Picking up banter with new writers.
When I started roleplaying our characters just used to start +
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going somewhere together? Something *interesting* happens and keeps happening? Nope. It's all just "he said, she said." This isn't role-play, this is you putting yourself into your own character (and it doesn't matter which character) to have +
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hold a plot if it would take longer than two days.

- Complete lack of creativity. Did I talk about a "plot"? Dear God, I wish there were actual events happening. The house burns down, a flood wave comes, characters +
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// 10 years later (but it started possibly sooner):

- I absolutely despise the lack of real, long, ongoing storylines. Like...either I'm continuously in the wrong fandoms (but I doubt it) or people these days can't +
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QOTD

How do you think RP has changed since you started out?
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'Would you take me with you?' is lingering underneath but too upfront to be voiced out loud.
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Still Lexios can't place what exactly it is he's sensing about him.

His eyes shift back to the path in front of them. Considering the other's words.

"The way you say it it sounds nearly poetical. And challenging. Are you about to start some adventure right now?" -
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"Hmm," Lexios hums a little in thought, first looking a few seconds at the other boy and taking his whole appearance in.

He's undoubtedly sweet, in boyish terms, but there's an air of something different around him, as if he's not the average human one could find at the surface. -
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"Actually - that's pretty much what I'm looking for as well. Can it be found at the end of this road?"
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Once more Lexios has gone up to the surface, leaving the underworld for another visit of the human world.
There's still so much he isn't truly familiar with.

Giving the other boy a little smile as he shifts from one foot to the other. -
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Leaning against a tree stem.

"Where are you trying to head exactly?"
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"Hear what isn't being said as well."

Oneiroi of speech and communication
(Underworld God who creates speech and communication in dreams).

Son of Hypnos and Pasithea.
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Like similar to a certain food and you just don't care for its taste? Or is it rather the risk being too high of the whole endeavour back firing and you getting hurt?"
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Narrowing his eyes a bit at Fos in concentration Lexios tries to take the very notion in.

"Do you feel there is no benefit in loving and being loved back? -
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"Fos?"

A little frown on his forehead but his voice is sincere, truthful.

"Are you losing yourself if you looked at someone else with love? If you wouldn't put yourself above everything at the same time?"
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Lexios puts the fork down onto a fresh plate.

Blinking at Fos.

"The only time I was in the sea was when you took me there. So.... that's my memory, about how I felt."

He muses, silently in his thoughts, about losing himself. -
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competition between siblings who would be able to have the greater stamina."

After the last words he looks down, biting his lips.

"The sea is unruly these days. No even surface. imagine it's hard to find him then.
But ... why would you lose yourself in your ... essence?"
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Lexios lifts a fork with a peace of cake (which had written 'Thank You, Big Brother' on top of it) up in the air, holding it a little in front of Fos' mouth so he can taste it.

"Lose lose? You mean you get annoyed and I get hurt? I guess that makes it the most weird and unique -
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with a little written thing on top of it.

"And you said you *can't* love, not that you don't love. One is ability, the other conscious decision."

He blinks a little at Fos.

"You loved your reflection. The 'other God's you wrote love letters to."
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"It's possibly a bit of both things. If you wanted to be fully isolated and away from everything you wouldn't open up your door to the 'lost puppy' when he calls your name. Neither would you respond."

He takes a variety of food from the basket, including a small home made cake, -
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"If you do not remember how I talk then it's a fresh surprise for you. So?"

He lifts the cloth from the basket.

"What is your love language?"