Uh... Third person roleplaying? I mean sorta like this:
There were some things that shouldn't have happened; but then again, wouldn't there be progress if the didn't? He still held that undying love for the very embodiment that opposed what drives his sanity and being to existence. It was a fact that he was well aware of; but it was a mere whim for him to expunge her from the Circle to which he headed. His green eyes only held the truth: a window to his soul; yet at every circumstance where his heart should have been victor, his tendencies always intervened with what he felt was right. Truth be told, he knew, above all, that he was at fault why his dearly beloved had been forced to abandon what she was previously entitled with. The world was on his shoulders, and per nudge or the slightest of movements he makes stirs the contents of it.
He was to blame of everything that had took place. He knew he had the power to change the decision, but as soon as he had gathered enough guts to confide with everyone of what he felt, he suddenly felt cloistered inside innumerable layers of walls that stretch out far and beyond anyone's imagination. Sheyda. She was more of a distraction, rather than a replacement. Adelyn knew he couldn't afford to get serious and too intimate with the goddess; she was irreplaceable, the sole queen that made his heart hers and skip its beat when she smiles. Even though his urges force him to despise the woman, he could not bare himself to. 'In time, all wounds heal.' he recalled. 'But then again, a wound as such never heals...' he thought, successfully negating the previous thought that had lingered his mind for a good three-hour affair.
There was so much dispute running through his head, that it seemed like more chaotic than the life he lives in. In his heart, he knew that he still loves what opposed his beliefs and virtues as a god. His feelings towards the goddess of discord was unwavering. It was, as others say, true love for the god of progress. His hair danced midair as wind breezily passed by his well-defined face. It won't be long 'till she returns; with scorn and followers that are willing to do her bidding.
Snapping back to the harsh reality that he, of all the gods, felt like another version of hell, Adelyn replied. "Forgive my imprudence, sire. I've nothing to ask of you." he said, mentally slapping himself that all of the gods were of equal value. None would rise above the others. But, as those mortal royalties impose, they have to follow. After all, it was order. His eyes had unknowingly gazed on the woman beside the royalty, which was apparently Sheyda herself. She was the least of his worries for now, she was just a mere distraction. In other words, a friend with benefits.(from Broken Circle, Broken Promise RP at the Literate Roleplaying Guild)
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