A Fantasy/Magic rp

"So you're just gonna leave me with miss royal here?'

Lillith shook her head. "She counts as work too. I got her."

Arthur shrugged, "Your choice" he said stepping inside and heading up to one of the doors.

"Nighty night, don't let the bed bugs bite!" She called after him with a grin.

"I never said nothing about sleeping!" said Arthur, heading into the library.

"Nerd!"

"I'm not a Nerd!"

"There is overwhelming evidence to prove otherwise!"

"Like What??" asked Arthur, stepping back out and throwing a bolt of Violet aura at her.

She stepped to the side, letting the bolt barely miss her ear. "You looked in a mirror lately?"

"And what's that supposed to mean??"

"I'm calling you a nerd. Though I'm not so sure you are one anymore, if you couldn't even figure that out." She raised an eyebrow, smirking.

Arthur frowned, "I'm not a nerd I'm a guy who dabbles in Alchemy."

"That's such a nerdy thing to say."

"Shut it!"

"Make me."

Scott watched the exchange "I'm just going to leave." He eventually commented before vanishing, teleporting himself inside the house.

Liberty nursed her bottle of whiskey, flipping through an old book she had stolen from Leo (her brother) at some point. It was one of his favorites, something about an old fairytale with a few twists, and the pages were bent, telling how many times she had read it. God, I wish he was still here… Going for another swig, she found her bottle was empty, so she bent down to grab another and went right back to reading.

"Wise of you to monitor me, but that makes me more of a prisoner, in a way. Not the kind of prisoner who's committed arson and treated cruelly, but the kind that's treated cautiously, and I know you aren't afraid to kill me, some of you have made that clear." Celeste thinks for a while before talking again, "I'm a bit tired. Am I allowed to sleep, or will I be staying awake, granted that at least one of you will be watching me?"

Arthur wasn't sure how to respond to that, "I have no idea"

Celeste looks slightly annoyed, "For assassins, you think they'd know what they were doing. I'm surprised. I mean, I know you all intended to kill me and all, but did you at least have a backup plan? Ah, nevermind that. I'm going to bed… Uh, where would that be, by any chance?"

"Fuck, uh…you can take my bed." Lillith shrugged/

Arthur shrugged, "there's your answer" he said before heading off into the library.

"Are you sure? I'm not trying to barge in here just to take up space. I could sleep somewhere else if you'd like." Celeste stares into space in thought. "Really," She says, coming back to reality, "you don't have to let me sleep in your bed. It's a bit disrespectful on my part to ask, really."

She snorted, heading to the base of the stairs. "Somebody's gotta use it. And it sure as hell won't be me."

Arthur wandered through the books, picking up a thick one on potions he took it to a pile of pillows in one corner, Shifting he made himself comfortable as he flipped through it boredly.

"I…. Thanks" Celeste mumbles, and she lays down, her mind swirling. Why would they be so nice to me? Even if they're living with their target, why aren't they treating me lesser? They can, because I won't be going anywhere anytime soon without their say.

Lillith took a seat on the cluttered desk, shoving things out of the way and picking up a notebook.

"You draw? Write?" Celeste asks, sitting up. "Not a bad idea, but shouldn't you be watching me? Not like there's anywhere to go from here…"

"Draw. And actually, I was going to sketch you. Problem solved, now go to sleep."