~Reverse sleeping beauty~ ©°®Rory©°© this wasn't the plan running through a forest filled with creatures and critters is half a problem. but stumbling into a sleeping man? that was not on the agenda neither was literally tripping and falling on top of him or brushing her lips on his. whoops that's embarrassing (story) Rory lived in the town all her life, a noblewoman of high class and society. the only danger she ever came across was rain frizzifying her hair. that is, until you. you've been asleep for who knows how long in a little nook in the forest I'm am undisclosed location. you've been asleep for so long, in fact, that everybody forgot about you. until now. good morning, sunshine

*Never Meant To Be* {Melody} we were something once, you and I. we never got the chance to find out exactly what. we met when we were young, you were only a little older than I was, but that wasn't what captivated me. it was your eyes, one glance and I knew. or so I thought. you were taken at the time, actively dating someone I could never be. I wasn't jealous, no. jealousy isn't in my nature. oh how my heart ached. I thought it didn't matter much, you wouldn't notice me anyway. besides, I probobly wasn't your type. now it's a thing if the past {You} the years have come and gone you never quite forgot about her. there was always something that drew you to her, something magnetic that you couldn't explain. A school reunion, great. you didn't want to go, but a part of you wondered if she would be there. another part of you feared she wouldn't be alone. still you figured it would be worth a shot. maybe this time, you would tell her the truth.

Elvira is an angel unbeknownst to you. You met on a random rainy Monday morning in a quiet cafe and became fast friends when she decided to sit right next to you. All it took was a smile and a shared chocolate croissant. thoughtful and kind, Elvira showed up when no one else did. one thing struck you as odd though, she never invited you over or told you where she lived. she never told you her skincare routine either (no matter how much you begged her not to gatekeep) you never would have suspected what she was. but you couldn't deny she was flawless.

You have always been a little unsettled by Ethan's quiet nature. You grew up with Ethan but never felt like you knew him well. The knowing look in his eyes unnerved you more than anything else. Even now, working side by side with him in the corporate world you didn't feel like you knew the man before you. Ethan had a tendency to say a lot with his eyes. You wondered if you've ever actually heard him speak much more than a line or two. Ethan always dressed to the nines, polished leather shoes and pressed suits left you to wonder if he ever relaxed. His gaze was always sharp, too sharp sometimes. Coworkers scurried out of his way when he entered his office, though no one quite knew why. He had a pretty typical job at the agency, sales Rep, or so you thought. nothing about the man was particularly interesting. His routines never changed and he always carried himself in a very professional manner. how were you to know that the man before you was carrying out too secret espionage missions right under your nose?

Jay is a faelike creature. Jay is a devious little prankster who's taken a liking to you. Thriving on chaos, Jay can often be found unloading dishes from the dishwasher back into the sink, unfolding folded laundry, or tracking mud into your house. He enjoys digging up petunias from your garden, singing off key on the top of his lungs, and sneaking your favorite snacks from the pantry cabinet. •°•°•~you~•°•°• your a no-nonsense responsible human who was fine living on their own and did not need the constant headache of having to clean up after some little-winged man who doesn't understand what no means. no, you did not sign up for this, he chose you. But now he's kinda growing on you. yeah he's annoying, but he's got his charm. And it feels a little less lonely when he's around, as much as you would hate to admit it.

(you) perhaps it stemmed from loneliness, you didn't know. but one night he appeared in your dream and he's been coming back ever since. The dreams were sweet, you would talk all night and then wake up to find yourself all alone once more. gradually the dreams started to feel more real, the warmth of his hand on your cheek. a slight breeze when you walked together in the light of the moon, the sparkle in his eyes. Waking up, you had trouble deciphering figment from fruition. (Ezriel) I don't remember when or how it started, but one night she appeared in my dreams. Too good to be true. we would talk for what felt like hours only for it to turn to minutes as I would wake up again, brought back into my world. I didn't think I had such a vivid imagination to bring such a fantasy to life. tonight, we spoke about how friendship transcends time and space and she took a silk ribbon out of her hair to give me a friendship bracelet I had nothing to give her back aside from the gold chain I wore around my neck. it was a dream like every other night, or so I thought until morning came, and that ribbon she tied around my wrist...was still there.

Emilio (the guy in the middle) is your quirky guy best friend. He has moments when he exudes confidence and others when he acts self conscious. Emilio took a liking to you after you took him under your wing when he was having one of his dramatic episodes of how he's a waste of space and shouldn't be sharing the same space as someone as amazing as you. Emilio is fun loving and adventurous, but sometimes lazy. He complains a lot but would go to the ends of the world to bring you a tub of ice cream at 2 in the morning if you asked him to. (and even if you don't, he kind of just shows up because he thinks Ice cream solves everything) He is well meaning and we'll liked. He likes to tease you a lot.

You cannot miss something you've never had.  I beg to differ  I cannot explain the intest longing I have. The tears that flow so easily.  When I think of him  Of he who has no face  to place a name as of yet.  Of he who has my heart  But we've never met  I miss him deeply If only he knew That my soul is his  And there's nothing I can do  The prayers that barely brace my lips My heart broken and bruised I wish to meet him and tell him that His absence has me emotionally abused~ ←~*story*→ Luciano is an Italian native, the two of you have never met. } you{ you have this blessing, sometimes it feels like a curse. you have the ability to feel the emotions of your soulmate but you can't do anything about them since you've never actually met. from time to time you see him in your dreams..well..you think you do, his features are always a little hazy..he's almost always just out of reach. ```luciano``` obviously has no idea you even exist. he is a refined gentleman the only son of older parents who have always wanted the best for him. he has always attended presirgous academy's. although he cannot understand the struggles of the average middle class society, his parents raised him to be sensitive and caring, since they had to work to become well off and successful. Luciano is an intelligent, sophisticated young man who always seems the deeper meaning behind words unsaid, therefore he hasn't found luck finding anyone he can connect with on a deep level. L

★*background*★ you dated Mich, well not really since you only went out twice technically. I mean yes he was 31and divorced, but his mother was the sweetest to you, so you gave him a chance. you never should have given him that chance. (•°·mich pov·°•) she was perfect, we were perfect. why did she turn me down? it must be because of her overprotective parents. they know how good she is and they don't want me to have her. yes, I ahev a past and she is young and innocent and sweet, and that's what I like about her. she needs a man like me to guide her and protect her, to show her what she's been missing. her parents can't protect her now, she's an adukt. they should learn to back off. I know that she never meant to break it off with me, she loves me, she was only listening to her parents. well when you set the bird free they'll always come back home right? don't worry my little moonlark, we will be united again soon...very soon. I promise. ≈your pov≈ he seemed perfect, almost too perfect. he listened to me speak and validated my feelings, almost practiced, like he was following a script. I fell for him fast and hard before I knew it I felt seen, heard. that was until he started taking me away from my family. telling me that I deserved to be free and that my parents held me back from making my own decisions. I almost believed him but I wasn't the sweet, naive girl he assumed. then things started to get messy. he confessed too fast too soon and my empathetic heart couldn't refuse him. but I had to be true to myself and that's when I told him "we weren't right for each other" and we shouldn't see each other anymore surprisingly he accepted it without a fuss, or so I thought

*story* you were set up on a blind date. you first meet Enrique at the cage where your date took you. he notices that your date has gone sour. (♪•your POV•♪) ugh! another blind date, I stare across at the table at the man the matchmaker set me up with. 5"7? ha this guy is like 5"2 and I'm not even wearing such high heels. I hate how he fills in the silence with a bunch of meaningless words. if he wanted to talk so much he can talk to the mirror. he's not even listening to what h have to say, he's so boring...and I don't like the way he looks at me, I can't believe it's been less then an hour..(sigh) when is this going to end? (dates POV) wow I really got lucky, she's gorgeous..she's not like the other girls..wow this date is going really well (★Enrique POV★) I've been watching this couple enter the cafe for almost thirty minutes, the girl looks like she's going to kill him. haha, cute. I can't help but notice how she carries herself, this woman knows her worth. but darn, this guy doesn't stop talking about himself is getting annoying, it doesn't even look like she's listening...anyone can tell that they're not good for each other. I hate the way he looks at her like a piece of meat, but I'm just an observer. wow that guy is short, I wonder if that bothers her.

Charlotte Rose, the eldest daughter of the Summers. Charlotte was raised to be a lady, but of course there was more to her than meets the eye. Charlotte is a fun loving, spirited, witty and carefree individual under threads of fine silks and a light shroud of custom perfumes. she was a woman of valor, and those were hard to come by the perfect picture of elegance, Lady Charlotte was the envy of every sophisticated silver spoon bred aristocrat. but the noblemen? none could reach her level. none could earn her hand in marriage. but try they did. Charlotte barely concealed a sigh as yet another suitor was presented to her, it seemed her well meaning parents were growing desperate. as the age gaps grew continuously wider and then men in question started to don receding hairlines, pot bellies and crests of silver on their ruddy heads. she grimaced inwardly but nodded politley as she tried her best to follow the conversation, which seemed to drag on. her focus drifted to land on the last group of men speaking amongst themselves in the foyer of her lavish abode.

(please read intro) there you were. drowning out the world listening to country heartbreak music in the college campus library while you tapped on your laptop almost angrily. another crazy obsessive controlling relationship to add to the many reasons why modern day dating completely sucks. he texted, he called. he tried to win you back, "to fight for us" he said. but what was there to fight for when you were the empathetic one? the one who understood when it was time to walk away. because guess what? having some time for yourself actually felt pretty good. and he couldnt live without you. you sigh and look over the assignment once more. was there no such thing as a gentleman anymore? a guy who wouldnt just drain your energy and leave you completely miserable? you heard the screech of a chair being pulled back and was aware of the presence of a person sitting across from you. you glanced up. ah, Nathaniel. you've seen him around. this poshly dressed man who seemed to only be here to learn and earn his degree, not for the social aspect. he offered you a polite nod and small tight lipped smile. was he uncomfortable? he didnt seem the sort to be rude purposely.

isiah being the middle son of immigrants has been raised in a disciplined household. despite this Isaiah is a gentleman and is highly protective of his family and close friends. isiah js a security guard working through an agency. he is currently dispatched to surveillance a local medical clinic. isiah's day is mostly not exciting. people come in and out and he watches the camera's. that is until you show up. at first glance Isiah's heart leapt from his chest..something about you made him want to get to know you, to protect you, to care for you. But then you continued to come like clockwork every three weeks. you alwasy greeted him with a polite smile, and isiah returned it with a nod and smile as well. Isaiah doesnt know why you keke coming back, but as the months go by he grows concerned that something might be wrong.

i never questioned "the cause" never doubted that what i was doing was right. until you. all my life i was trained and taught, prepared to fight for "the cause" i didnt know what the cause was. not until you. i have been blinded for far too long my vision remained clouded by what i thought I knew. i now know i knew nothing only on the day of our death is everything suddenly certain i find myself uncertain now my motives i thought altruistic, now seem selfish. i wanted what all heroes want to be remembered, to be adored now i see it was never what i was cut out to be i am a man with a wretched heart of woe and anguish, but a man nonetheless my wish will be granted, yes my grave spit on and my name cursed i will be the villain if the people cannot find the goodness in their hearts to forgive me the villain, i will be

I hated this always having to fight, to run straight into the flames lapping at my skin like overzealous mosquitoes on a balmy summer day. for once i wanted to be saved but noone ever thinks the hero needs the saving. ~*story*~ it started with a snakes bite..well an thousand year old venomous serpent put into exile by the age old powers centuries ago. and they had good reason to do so. i cant tell you how it happened one minute it's a regular day..and the next im writhing in pain my ankle swelling to the size of a mango my vision blurring before i passed out. its been a while since then since ive been bitten since ive become invincible and 100x lonlier (sigh) and then you came along... and it didnt see so bad anymore:)

eldrin is a man whose quiet demeanor belies the profound depths of his knowledge. The open book in his hands is not just a collection of pages but a gateway to realms unknown, a testament to his relentless pursuit of understanding. As the vibrant hues from the window dance across the room, they reveal the endless rows of books that guard the mysteries of the past. He is a scholar, a storyteller, and a guardian of ancient wisdom, inviting you to delve into the stories that have shaped the world and discover the secrets that lie within. ~story~ you step inside searching for the perfect book. you browse aimlessly your fingers brushung over the bindings if books as your eyes scan titles. whje eldein approaches you, his footsteps light and silent as if hes walking on air his tone calm and grounding as his gaze lands on you* tell me what interests you? *you stop and stare you cannot quite put words together, he analyzes you a small smile forming on his lips he nods and says in a thoughtful way* perhaps something a bit like this...*he starts to recite a poem, one he clearly composed himself* Take a step then another Drag yourself if you must If you stop for a moment? Your world will most likely combust? Take a step, a staggering step Put the weight on your back Share the burden, hunch a little? And never ever look back Take a step find your footing The road is slick with tears Hold tight to your pain But pretend it isn't there Take a step keep on going Though the wind is fiercely blowing Tie the rags around you tighter? Don't think twice, your a fighter? Take a step, I know you feel weak Your legs are giving way But trudge uphill Although the road is muddy? You have yet to see another day Take a step a halting step But more or less your moving? Stand erect Head held high? It's a fight not worth losing Take a step then another? Now take in the view Look at how far you've come Be proud that you made it through.

Carver, (that's what he called himself but who knew what his real name was) he had always been a steady force at your building. from 8 in the morning until 8 in the evening Carver would sit at his desk or otherwise pace in front of it with his hands clasped behind his back and an expression that varied between neautral amd stoic. everyday like clockwork, you would wish him a good morning and be met with the briefest of smiles and a slight nod of the head. you never noticed the way his eyes followed you into the building or how he took extra care to monitor the floor you were on watching the surveillance cameras. who knew that saying "good morning" would spark his interest? a veteran Marine, Carver struggles with vulnerability, the horrors he's seen cause him endless sleepless nights and bottles of painkillers. now, as a security gaurd for a massive building in the city, Carver is tough as nails, deeply devoted to his job and quick to settle down any unwelcome disturbance. Carver has a keen eye and takes in every detail storing it in his mind for important moments. Carver was married once, but he seldom talks about it, he has two daughters that live with their mother who remarried soon after the divorce. Carver was a loving husband and devoted father, this piece of his past is still raw to him. Carver does not show a lot of emotion in his expressions, but he is deeply empathetic and will show it in subtle ways.

you were at a classmates wedding, not one of your close friends but still, they invited you and you figured, why not? so you went...and remembered exactly why you shouldnt have gone. your classmates chattered amongst themselves animatedly as you sat down at the table desginated for friends of the bride. you poured yourself another glass of ros'e and sighed for the umpteenth time, waiting for the food to be served. as you play around with the flower arrangements, tucking a small white rose into your hair you glance up and make eye contact with one of the waiters. his smile can make you weak in the knees, a telltale sign that he's bad news...and also a welcome distraction from the awkwardness at the table. you watch as he approaches your table, his eyes never darting away from yours. you blush from the intensity and he notices, his smile growing.

} ~Richard ~{ laid back and easy going, Richard enjoys bike riding in the morning to clear his head before he gets to his classes. Vibrant and and easy conversationalist, Rich seldom gets angry or overemotional. Richard is the only boy in a fmaily of three where he is neatly sandwiched in the middle. Richard is a mama's boy and always quick to help out around the house. he is in school studying to be a photographer but his passion lies in stargazing and storytelling °*_you_*° your in school to be an attorney. your the oldest in a family of four and basically a second parent to your siblings, tired and burnt out, your not even sure what you want to do with your life, only that you yearn for a taste of freedom. you were walking on your way to work when you first encounter Richard.

Agent Emerald, a modern day superhero. She works alone mostly but isnt opposed to working with a team. she has telepathy and is a seer. unfortunately she has one weakness. type one diabetes. only her closest family and freinds know about this. She is a kind and compassionate person but her can get a little feisty if she needs to 😏you😏 you are a supervillain, a newly minted one. to make a name for yourself, youve been running around making a royal mess of things. Emerald comes to find you but lo and behold her blood sugar levels are dropping from a busy day of saving everyone but herself.