Archived Roleplay:Hydro and Birdy's RPs :3

LanceXClem
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Main RP
Lance: "Well let's see...She's blonde, gorgeous, really classy and sitting right next to me." He said in a casual manner.

Lance: "Marriage? Aren't we moving a lil too fast?!" He laughs a bit, amused by Clem's very outdated ideals on courtship and marriage. "Uhm let's see everything wrong with that, teenagers don't really get hitched and arranged marriages aren't a thing..." He pauses for a moment. "Well...definitely not around here! I mean it's not really marriage it's called dating y'see.." He stood in her direction mid-pace, speaking in a calm tome hoping she'll relax and understand him.

Lance: His head moves around slowly. Everything seems to move very slowly and eery. "It- it's just our dads are.." He speaks weakly as he begins to dream. Lance is on a nice warm beach, radiant girls in revealing bikinis. "Well hello..." He admires the non existent girls.

Lance: "Phew..." He groans as the dream wave subsides and the images of the promiscuous looking girls and the warm beach faded. "Okay.." He mutters as he looks towards Clem. "Now what was I saying? Oh right, our dads are too busy being gods to really care who we marry y'know?"

Lance: "Well..." He walks towards the bed, thinking it'd piss her off to sit down. "Yeah I don't think anyone our age wants to get hitched, that walk doesn't mean I have to put a ring on your finger and get down on one knee last time i checked."

Lance: "It's what a dude does when he's prop- WAIT WHAT?!" His eyes pop up O.O, a part of him just thinking Clem was some kind of renaissance freak. But when he thinks upon, this makes a lot of sense. Since it's common knowledge that many half-bloods have found ways to escape the horrors of old age and death. Such as an immortality curse or reincarnation. "I'm guessing you could tell a great story then.."

Lance: He gulps, guessing he's brought up an awful memory. "That's a great dress.." He said in an apologetic tone, a part of him thinking he should leave her be.


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LanceXClem 2
Clemence: Clemence is in the park near camp, sitting on a bench and daydreaming. She had been feeling quite adventurous today, hence her trip out to the town. She had tried to make herself look as normal as possible, so she was wearing a rather simple light purple dress, still floor length, but less corseted and more flowing. It was long sleeved, and she had her hands clasped together so you could barely see them. She had worn her hair out, and had twisted two sections that had been tied together at the back. She was dreaming about her brother, a placid expression on her face.

Lance: He's wearing light blue jean shorts and a red Hawaiian shirt. He yawns, having woken up quite early in the morning. He whistles, getting close to Clem's bench.

Clemence: Her daydream takes a...pleasant.. turn, and she smiles to herself as she stretches out on the bench, indulging in her thoughts.

Lance: "Uhh...Clemence?" He asks, very much confused to her facial expression. He stands over her.

OOC: Good ol incest~ :D

Clemence:She slowly flutters back to reality, fixing her posture and stretching her arms up. She doesn't realise Lance is there until she touches him with one of her outstretched arms. "Oh!" She slides down the bench, away from Lance, her hand over her heart. "Dear Lord, you frightened me." She says in an airy voice as she realises it's Lance.

Lance: He couldn't help but chuckles as he kneeled down to her a bit. "My bad, you alright?" He asks in a slightly surprised tone, deciding not to ask her about her mysterious (wink wink) fantasies.