CWs:ClickIvan’s background and canon deals with many subjects some may find triggering such as death (murder and suicide), child abuse, human trafficking, sexual assault, medical trauma, human experimentation, human slavery (pets), gun violence, trauma/PTSD/Depression and other mental health issues. These may come up when interacting with him and does play a role in who he is as a character.
[ Chance at a Dance (closed to Till) ]
[Look, there are many places he’d rather be and a lot of things he’d rather be doing than attending a party celebrating the start of the King’s season. Do you know how awful you have to be to ruin an entire season? And Spring no less? The fae really seem to love their parties which would be fine if they were just parties and didn’t feel like some kind of game instead. A guy can only turn down offers of food and requests to dance so many times before the polite smile on his face starts to come apart a little at the seams.
It’s not that he’s even against dancing, he’s classically trained of course (not that he ever got to put that training to use on stage), but there’s only one dance partner he’s interested in and he hasn’t been able to find the little jerk. They’re supposed to stick together and avoid any repeats of the last party. Besides things are…good, really good right now though he’s afraid if the thought fully forms and settles in his mind it will be too good to be true.
He’s about to do another round around the place when he finally spots the head of silver hair by a table a little ways away from the gaggle of dancers. Ivan is dressed a little more untraditional for him, a touch of color, subtly revealing, but still befitting the theme of the party and his assigned court. The smile on his face when he crosses the crowd to Till is bright and genuine, a touch relieved and he leans in close to Till’s ear so he can hear over the revelry.]
I believe you owe me a dance.
[ Flower Power - Orchid & Chrysanthemum ]
[The only thing he wants to do less right now than be at the Spring King’s party is wear a flower corsage at his behest, not that any of them have a choice. The thing is, flowers already came with a lot of baggage for him and this place certainly didn’t make it better. Flowers reminded him of Till in both good and painful ways. But fine, he’ll wear the stupid corsage and hopefully avoid catching the ire of any fae for the evening. Actually, hopefully he can avoid them altogether, especially the King.
The sooner he gets this over with, the sooner he can try to find Till. Obediently, he pins the corsage on. It’s a mix of orchids and chrysanthemum and for a moment, he goes still, images of a red sky lit up with meteors as far as the eye can see. Till’s hand is warm in his and the sound of his laughter fills the night air, curling around him and taking root in his heart much like the roots of a flower, hopeful and daring to bloom. It's a sound he hasn't heard since that night.
He knows what happens next, has seen this film before over and over, been there done that don’t need a repeat but like an oncoming train, it can’t be stopped, even when he closes his eyes it’s there, bright and burning in his mind. Sure enough, Till drops his hand and it’s like being doused in ice water. Of course, of course he wouldn’t go. Of course he wouldn’t choose Ivan. It’s hard to breathe. It feels so sharp, so real that for a moment it’s disorienting, like he’s back there, a rejected kid again, choosing to follow Till back to his eventual end. Empty handed and alone.
Yet…he gets a feeling that he doesn’t have to be alone. There’s someone out there for him, someone meant for him. A soulmate. Where that word comes from he’s not sure, it’s just there in his mind like it's been implanted. He doesn’t even know what a soulmate is, has never heard it before yet somehow he’s thinking it and his is here at this party. He’s sure of it, has never been more sure of anything in his life. This person will see him for who he is and choose him.
It’s all Ivan’s ever wanted more than anything, to be seen, to belong. He has to find them.
Turning abruptly, he knocks into someone and reaches out to try to steady them and if he’s lucky they won’t fall.]
I’m sorry. Are you okay?
[ GEIS ]
un: nowhere
Does the gift of life count?
[ Wildcard ]
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Ivan | Alien Stage
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Ivan’s background and canon deals with many subjects some may find triggering such as death (murder and suicide), child abuse, human trafficking, sexual assault, medical trauma, human experimentation, human slavery (pets), gun violence, trauma/PTSD/Depression and other mental health issues. These may come up when interacting with him and does play a role in who he is as a character.[ Chance at a Dance (closed to Till) ]
[Look, there are many places he’d rather be and a lot of things he’d rather be doing than attending a party celebrating the start of the King’s season. Do you know how awful you have to be to ruin an entire season? And Spring no less? The fae really seem to love their parties which would be fine if they were just parties and didn’t feel like some kind of game instead. A guy can only turn down offers of food and requests to dance so many times before the polite smile on his face starts to come apart a little at the seams.
It’s not that he’s even against dancing, he’s classically trained of course (not that he ever got to put that training to use on stage), but there’s only one dance partner he’s interested in and he hasn’t been able to find the little jerk. They’re supposed to stick together and avoid any repeats of the last party. Besides things are…good, really good right now though he’s afraid if the thought fully forms and settles in his mind it will be too good to be true.
He’s about to do another round around the place when he finally spots the head of silver hair by a table a little ways away from the gaggle of dancers. Ivan is dressed a little more untraditional for him, a touch of color, subtly revealing, but still befitting the theme of the party and his assigned court. The smile on his face when he crosses the crowd to Till is bright and genuine, a touch relieved and he leans in close to Till’s ear so he can hear over the revelry.]
I believe you owe me a dance.
[ Flower Power - Orchid & Chrysanthemum ]
[The only thing he wants to do less right now than be at the Spring King’s party is wear a flower corsage at his behest, not that any of them have a choice. The thing is, flowers already came with a lot of baggage for him and this place certainly didn’t make it better. Flowers reminded him of Till in both good and painful ways. But fine, he’ll wear the stupid corsage and hopefully avoid catching the ire of any fae for the evening. Actually, hopefully he can avoid them altogether, especially the King.
The sooner he gets this over with, the sooner he can try to find Till. Obediently, he pins the corsage on. It’s a mix of orchids and chrysanthemum and for a moment, he goes still, images of a red sky lit up with meteors as far as the eye can see. Till’s hand is warm in his and the sound of his laughter fills the night air, curling around him and taking root in his heart much like the roots of a flower, hopeful and daring to bloom. It's a sound he hasn't heard since that night.
He knows what happens next, has seen this film before over and over, been there done that don’t need a repeat but like an oncoming train, it can’t be stopped, even when he closes his eyes it’s there, bright and burning in his mind. Sure enough, Till drops his hand and it’s like being doused in ice water. Of course, of course he wouldn’t go. Of course he wouldn’t choose Ivan. It’s hard to breathe. It feels so sharp, so real that for a moment it’s disorienting, like he’s back there, a rejected kid again, choosing to follow Till back to his eventual end. Empty handed and alone.
Yet…he gets a feeling that he doesn’t have to be alone. There’s someone out there for him, someone meant for him. A soulmate. Where that word comes from he’s not sure, it’s just there in his mind like it's been implanted. He doesn’t even know what a soulmate is, has never heard it before yet somehow he’s thinking it and his is here at this party. He’s sure of it, has never been more sure of anything in his life. This person will see him for who he is and choose him.
It’s all Ivan’s ever wanted more than anything, to be seen, to belong. He has to find them.
Turning abruptly, he knocks into someone and reaches out to try to steady them and if he’s lucky they won’t fall.]
I’m sorry. Are you okay?
[ GEIS ]
un: nowhere
Does the gift of life count?
[ Wildcard ]
( Want something else? Want to plot something? I'm down! Feel free to hmu