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OCs written by flame

[conviviium]

Caspian who is the fairest of them all?

"Hm... Oh! I have a very clever answer! Are you ready?"

"A judge! For they must be fair~"

[conviviium]

Dorothea what's your favorite letter? What's your favorite number? What's your favorite color? What's your favorite animal? If Lucille caught a rabbit would you let her keep it?

"The letter B, 3, flush pink, a little rabbit named Lucille, and it would only be fair to let you be with your other family. But only if you keep it well hidden and keep my name out of your mouth should anyone learn."

[conviviium]

Dorothea are you scared of anything?

"Oh please. Do not think me one easily frightened."

"Furthermore, why would I speak any fears I might have for any stranger to take and run off with? I can only imagine what evils that would bring to life. No thank you."

[conviviium]

Luca, what do you like about Edwin?

"Oh, I like everything about Edwin!"

Too simple? Oh, but he doesn't possess the heart of a poet.

Easy, simple words. That's what fuels him and carries him through the day. "Luca loves Edwin!" can hold the same weight as a grand profession. A true smile brightening his eyes is the same as a love letter tucked between a bouquet of roses.

The sweetest scent and the easiest breath that's graced him in his short life is when they hug. But those words wouldn't leave his lips. They wouldn't come to him at all! Only a deep breath and a giggle relay the sentiment.

"Luca loves Edwin!"

Between them, nothing more needs to be said.

[conviviium]

6 Vincent

Does your muse liken social interaction to a game of strategy, to think on every move with, or does your muse speak freely with little concern? If it depends on who they are speaking with, how does it differ between people?

"Thinking it a dance fits my taste more."

"Partners working together, floating as one as we follow the metronome. Some try to bend it. They might even try to force you into steps you're not willing to take. Finding my own rhythm among the noise is something I pride myself in~"

"But we all must be careful where we step. Would you not agree?"

[conviviium]

💢 Dorothea

💢 - mannerisms that your muse has when they’re angry or sad

Oh, what did you do this time Frederick?

Anger. Hm. Somewhere between the silent treatment and telling you in an itemized list exactly what you did and how you will correct it. A light huff when you enter the room, a bored eye when you speak, ignoring you in favor for more pleasant things. Ah, and when there is a list, it will surely cite your additional transgressions against her as well. Oh, tender sadness. Somewhere perfectly between obvious enough to make you feel the weight and hidden enough for you to wonder what exactly is wrong and how you could help. A gentle sigh, a softness to her voice, keeping to herself...

Oh, what a dark world when her mood falls.

[conviviium]

☁️ + Flowers

Send me ☁️ + a word and my muse will tell you the first thing that comes to mind when they hear that word

"Well, thorns now~

... But normally, I believe my fiancee would come to mind first."

[conviviium]

☁️ + Thorns

Send me ☁️ + a word and my muse will tell you the first thing that comes to mind when they hear that word

"Rose bushes, of course~"

[conviviium]

☁️ + Sun

Send me ☁️ + a word and my muse will tell you the first thing that comes to mind when they hear that word

"Strolls in the summer."

[rpmememaker]

Send me a ¥ and a command and my muse has to obey.

Take advantage of this…….

[pixiememes]

Send me ☁️ + a word and my muse will tell you the first thing that comes to mind when they hear that word

[conviviium]

About Other patients

"One sings at night. They never stop her... Two talk outside. I... wonder if they do it every day. They're always there when I go outside... ... ..."

"Huh..? I was at.. three? No, there- isn't a three-... ... Oh, one likes to play chess. But I always forget what they do. Th-The pieces. They were angry last time I forgot... I.. think- No, I was angry and-..."

"... Four have left. They didn't say goodbye. Three have gone. Didn't say goodbye."

"Oh, there's three..."

"... I lost count. I'm sorry."

[conviviium]

About family

"... They told me I had a brother once. They asked about him. I do not remember their questions. ... I do not remember my answers."

"... I.. do not remember him. But, I'd know him, I think... if I saw him."

[conviviium]

About friendship

"The monarch is friend to all who glide. Feel free to seek shelter under my wings when you're in need."

[conviviium]

About sunny days

"Sunny days are the best~! Harder to work good in the rain! Oh, oh! I like when you go inside and can- can still feel the sun on your skin! Heheh!"

[conviviium]

About shapes in the clouds

"Hah. What a blessing such a leisurely day is. To have the time to partake in cloud watching... Perhaps others would say it's a waste of time. But, I think it far more telling of the work you put in to have moments of rest like this."

[conviviium]

FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?

He has this dream.

Distinct.

Simple, like any painting should be. A blue sky. Now, if it's splattered with clouds or flecks of rain doesn't matter. Through it, the blue shines. The weight of a sword in his hand is unforgettable, felt nearly the same as the weight of his arm. That familiarity stretches to the stench of death as well.

Familiar, it is, his father's cold eyes staring through him as his body lays still on the ground, his clothes soaked their own distinct deep red. The same shade at the end of his blade...

Familiar, as always, the looks sent from all his surrounding siblings. Hungry. Crowding around like animals at feeding time.

... The bend lies in who that corpse changes to. It happens in a flick of flames. The candle wavers for a moment and suddenly he'll be the one laying in his own blood. Some unknown hands taking his place on the handle. Some nights, it's one of his siblings. A few, even his mother and aunts lie there. ... He's yet to see her there, but he knows it's only a matter of time.

... Fears, is it?

Fears weaken you. A twist of your mind to mock you and lead you by the nose to some great lie. This, however, is grounded in reality.

These dreams are reminders.