[Arrival.] [CW: Panic Attacks, intrusive thoughts, and vague hints of suicide ideation.]
[He feels as though his arrival to this place was something of a blur. Truly, his state of mind was volatile at best, remembering the words of the vampires as he drew that white feather:
Speak nothing of your background. You are privileged to be able to crawl out of your filthy hole in the ground, but failure will cost you far more than your unlife.
That sickening feeling he has felt in his stomach has not left him, and he wonders if it may not have been better if he just dropped dead on the way here. He’s a worthless worm, how could he expect to succeed…? His family is as good as dead if their lives are in his horrid, useless hands. Ough all of this is so awful, what is he going to dooooo…]
[The thralls make him uneasy …knowing that their fate was often used as leverage for his clan’s obedience …but he does not fight them. His simple peasant clothing goes easily into the fire, and he is silent as the dead as they measure him up for his new clothing. His outfit is …more ostentatious than what he is used to, but it feels right.]
[He thinks, almost bitterly, that maybe this won’t be so bad. The castle is quite nice with lots to explore. His new found freedom to roam seems almost too good to be true- but then they are summoned to the grand hall and Mayoi finds himself in the crowd of initiates on the verge of a panic attack.]
I-I-I can’t do this-! I can’t-
[He has never been around so many people before, and he has never been around so many vampires. He does his absolute best to keep his shit together while Revar is speaking, but the moment the pairing off has begun, it will be clear to anyone close by Mayoi that he is struggling to breathe. P-Perhaps you will find it in your heart to help calm him down before he attracts attention.]
[Arrival pt. 2]
[Mayoi survived his Beginning, miraculously. His Maker did not seem like a particularly cruel or cold vampire. In fact, his court was a bit of a surprise, and he isn’t sure why this person thought he had any potential for anything that wasn’t languishing into oblivion, but he is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.]
[So, now that he is a little more settled and not losing his shit every five seconds, Mayoi has started getting cozy within the dark corners of the castle. He spends his free time exploring and looking for as many of its secrets as he can, and often wandering about like a strange specter at the corner of one’s eye.]
[Which is why sometimes you might hear The sound of singing from several parts of the more lonelier halls. Like a haunting little ghost, he can be found singing to himself when he thinks he’s alone.]
[Library Clean-up]
[Mayoi did not sign up for this task of his own free will. No, his Maker had found how much he’d spent his time avoiding people at all costs, and slinking around keeping to himself, that they decided to give Mayoi a gentle little push…]
[Mayoi had been far too afraid to protest, and so found himself unable to do anything about. And so …he has a small list of people to track down, with his task of collecting overdue books. This is truly worse than hell, and he looks miserable as he shuffles his way to the next vampire in delinquent with the library.]
Excuse me… […] E-Excuse me, ah, please… please look at this book list and return what y-you have currently overdue…!
[Feel free to bully him, but really he is trying his best, even if it looks like he wants to evaporate.]
[Wildcard.]
[Feel free to hit Mayoi up with something totally different! Also I can be found at takatorabatta for plotting!]
Mayoi Ayase | Ensemble Stars!! | Blue Court
[He feels as though his arrival to this place was something of a blur. Truly, his state of mind was volatile at best, remembering the words of the vampires as he drew that white feather:
Speak nothing of your background. You are privileged to be able to crawl out of your filthy hole in the ground, but failure will cost you far more than your unlife.
That sickening feeling he has felt in his stomach has not left him, and he wonders if it may not have been better if he just dropped dead on the way here. He’s a worthless worm, how could he expect to succeed…? His family is as good as dead if their lives are in his horrid, useless hands. Ough all of this is so awful, what is he going to dooooo…]
[The thralls make him uneasy …knowing that their fate was often used as leverage for his clan’s obedience …but he does not fight them. His simple peasant clothing goes easily into the fire, and he is silent as the dead as they measure him up for his new clothing. His outfit is …more ostentatious than what he is used to, but it feels right.]
[He thinks, almost bitterly, that maybe this won’t be so bad. The castle is quite nice with lots to explore. His new found freedom to roam seems almost too good to be true- but then they are summoned to the grand hall and Mayoi finds himself in the crowd of initiates on the verge of a panic attack.]
I-I-I can’t do this-! I can’t-
[He has never been around so many people before, and he has never been around so many vampires. He does his absolute best to keep his shit together while Revar is speaking, but the moment the pairing off has begun, it will be clear to anyone close by Mayoi that he is struggling to breathe. P-Perhaps you will find it in your heart to help calm him down before he attracts attention.]
[Arrival pt. 2]
[Mayoi survived his Beginning, miraculously. His Maker did not seem like a particularly cruel or cold vampire. In fact, his court was a bit of a surprise, and he isn’t sure why this person thought he had any potential for anything that wasn’t languishing into oblivion, but he is not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.]
[So, now that he is a little more settled and not losing his shit every five seconds, Mayoi has started getting cozy within the dark corners of the castle. He spends his free time exploring and looking for as many of its secrets as he can, and often wandering about like a strange specter at the corner of one’s eye.]
[Which is why sometimes you might hear The sound of singing from several parts of the more lonelier halls. Like a haunting little ghost, he can be found singing to himself when he thinks he’s alone.]
[Library Clean-up]
[Mayoi did not sign up for this task of his own free will. No, his Maker had found how much he’d spent his time avoiding people at all costs, and slinking around keeping to himself, that they decided to give Mayoi a gentle little push…]
[Mayoi had been far too afraid to protest, and so found himself unable to do anything about. And so …he has a small list of people to track down, with his task of collecting overdue books. This is truly worse than hell, and he looks miserable as he shuffles his way to the next vampire in delinquent with the library.]
Excuse me… […] E-Excuse me, ah, please… please look at this book list and return what y-you have currently overdue…!
[Feel free to bully him, but really he is trying his best, even if it looks like he wants to evaporate.]
[Wildcard.]
[Feel free to hit Mayoi up with something totally different! Also I can be found at