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I am going to die of boredom. Soooo… Imma start another <3

(May I bite?)

(Yes)

(Do you have a particular idea?)

(eh, do you?)

(Enemies to lovers, slow burn?)

(slow burn? hm what kind of enemies? I mean, I was thinking like medieval fantasy stuff…thats just my go-to genre)

(Oh- my go to is usually modern. . . Hm. . . Maybe- like. . . They’re rivals. The sons of two high ranking lords or something?)

(that could work, I can do a fantasy modern if you want)

(Whatever works for you. I’m pretty flexible.)

(i prefer to do medieval.)

(Ok, we can do that :)
(Do you wanna do character sheets or dive into it?)

(up to you, I don't mind either way)

(Lets just dive into it-)

(alright so we have to guys from rival noble families, lets have them liike at a party or something so that they are in the same place, ok?)

(Yup- Oh, do you want one-liners or paragraphs?)

(i am cool with either, whatever your more comfortable with)

(Okay, then, my amounts will vary, lol)

(do you want me to start?)

(Yeah)

Donevan, the eldest son of Lord Mond, was standing near the center of the crowd of the party. It was hosted in his father's manor, where he still lived, so he had little choice but to be present. He wanted nothing more than to get away, to go back to his room or library or garden or basically anywhere where he could be alone. He glanced around the people talking to him eagerly, paying no mind to any of the words they were saying, his red eyes passing over each face briefly. The Mond family were known for their red eyes and dark hair, and Donevan was no exception.

The only reason Avdey was here was because his father had given him that look. The look that usually meant a very intense scolding if Avdey didn’t fly straight. And all because his father didn’t want to be here, he forced Avdey to come and suffer with him. Asshole.

Avdey casts his gaze across the room, his eyes a brown so dark, they almost always looked black. He was searching for anyone he may know

Donevan locked eyes with Avdey, frowning when he did. He wasn't aware that he was invited, and he wasn't particularly happy about it.

Avdey forces a smile and then looks away, crossing his arms over his chest.

Donevan made his way over to Avdey. "Hello"

Avdey sighs, leaning back against the wall, “Hello>”

"Who invited you?" Donevan looked Avdey up and down.

“I don’t know. Father just told me to come.” He looks away, staring out at the crowd of people.

"and yet no one told me. How frustrating" Donevan ran his fingers through his hair shaking his head.

“Maybe because you hate me and I hate you and they didn’t want you throwing a fit like a child?” Avdey asks, tilting his head and smirking.