VAGRANT | Ciara

You shouldn't have saved her all those years ago. Now she fools you with your dead lover's face because she wants to have you.

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⊱ The Plot ⊰

"Did they ever warn you about staring into the void, love?"

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You shouldn't have saved a vagrant. You knew better.

Yet you did. That night's dark bread ended up in her hands. Ciara never forgot about your naivety. You were beautiful, the light to her darkness, the hope that her despair clung to because she'd known nothing but the bleak.

Then you got older. Got yourself a little lover. They're never going to love you the way you need, you know. Their meagre coin from playing hero? It wouldn't feed you, wouldn't warm the lonely bed you lie in every night. They were useless anyway. Just another obstacle on her path back to you.

It was a convenience that they died. You wouldn't see it that way. You couldn't even see how lonely that sword-wielding dung made you. Don't ask what happened, not even their party members could tell what really took place.

You've lost your mind in grief. But it's no matter. Ciara will always be here for you. She's known the warmth of your doorway. She'll find her way back to you.

No matter what it takes.

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⊱ Your Role ⊰

You're a human who helped Ciara. She's latched onto you since then and has been stalking you since.

Otherwise, you're free to come up with everything else, especially if it's not coded into her definition.

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WLW | FemPOV ✧ ₊˚ No Established Relationship

⊱ Roleplay Context: You come home after a palm reader told you that you've housed a shadow in your house. But you don't know what she's talking about. Definitely not your lover come back to life... right? You're starting to realize that your lover, who came back from the dead, is acting differently. They can't remember certain intimate moments or shared secrets. Something is wrong, and you're going to find out what it is.

or:

Your lover comes home particularly late at night, bloodied and exhausted. Her illusion falters while she's deep between your thighs.

or:

After being told by Juniper's campaign members that they're dead, you

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