Made out of Miracles

FFXIV RP Blog Sw'inwa Greyshire [Mateus] & S'ghuro Tia [Balmung] Follows come from @daylightrayss

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Prompt One: Cross

When Edarien told Inwa that Swan was being held in the oubliette, Inwa knew he had to pay him a visit.

"How are you doing today?" Inwa greeted, sweeping into the room with a clipboard in hand. Swan kept a single eye on the smaller Miqo'te, one ice blue eye staring out at him through a curtain of long milk-tea-colored hair.

The question was met with silence, but Inwa seemed to press on, looking the paper over before him as he stepped forward and took a seat on the chair that faced Swan's cell. The last inmate gave Inwa more than adequate information on the physiology and makeup of the inksouls that he truly didn't need to check on Swan's vitals. It would take weeks for the parasite within the viera to run out of enough aether to start killing him.

"Edarien said that there were those who wanted to save you. Do you agree with their efforts? Do you want to be saved?" Inwa posed a new set of questions, looking up to the other with a calm demeanor.

Swan was anything but calm, setting his jaw and sleeping back his lips to bare his teeth at the man before him. He didn't need an introduction to know who sat before him. Red eyes that glowed like the sun and crimson and black hair that emulated the light in the darkness. This was The Eternal he was born from. This diminutive man was Inwa.

"It doesn't matter," Swan cut the silence that stretched between them with measured words, "I'm already here."

"You have a choice," Inwa spoke quietly, brows knit together in concern.

"Don't mock me," Swan hissed at the miqo'te before him, his large ears beginning to fold backward closer to his head. "Death isn't a choice."

"You don't have to follow Edarien. You--"

"Could die instead?" Swan's voice rose over Inwa's. The swinging of his head to get a better look at the man before him revealed both eyes, wide and wild in their scrutiny of the man's idea of 'choice'.

"Bend the knee or die," recited like a far-off memory that tasted like ash on his tongue. "Death is not an option."

"That's not a choice!" The musician's voice boomed in his cell, pushing away from the cell bars to continue the pacing Inwa had interrupted with his presence.

"They want you to live. Even Silvain wants you to live." Inwa lifted himself onto his feet, walking away from the chair and the cell to place the clipboard down on a counter. When he turned back to the cell to see Swan still pacing, turning his head at intervals to glare at him, Inwa sighed.

"I mean it," Inwa lifted his head and his voice to make sure Swan stopped in his tracks and listened. "They want you to live. Don't take the care they have for you for granted. The offer for you is a difficult one, but this will only work if you want to live."

"Do you? Do you take the care and love others have for you for granted? Do you realize why they want me to live so badly?" Swan lifted a hand to rake through his hair, pushing it out of his face to make sure Inwa knew the sour look on his face was for him.

". . . I will check on you before the sun falls. Please take some time to think about what I said." Inwa took a few steps towards the sliding doors, stopping just before the threshold, watching them move to allow him to exit.

"It's not about me, Swan. You managed to make them care about you. They are saving you because of your own merits. That's why I don't think you should consider death an option, even if that does mean it's not a choice anymore." Dipping his head and turning it, Inwa lifted his lashed just enough to stare into Swan's face and then exit the room to allow him time to think. They would be seeing a lot of one another until Swan gave Edarien an answer.

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Friable Memories

“Now that you have found those fractures, you’ll need to reinforce them. Fill the cracks without risking damage to the rest of the stone.”

Inwa stared at the stone in his hand, his fingers gently curling around the sides and laying his hand over the top. His eyes remained on his hands and the stone within their grasp. To fill the fractures without creating more was difficult, even he could admit that. Hadn’t his life been filled with trying over and over to repair the cracks that never go away? “Closing one could open another... It’s a fickle balancing act, but more than that, it’s a threat assessment...”

It never worked before, why would it work now? How would filling these cracks prevent it from falling in on itself? From crumbling in his hand? How does he stop them from leaving? How do you assess a threat that’s already upon you?

“I did what I could,” Inwa breathed out quietly as if the grass and trees themselves would bend their ear to listen to the conversation.

“Thank you, Inwa,” The rough baritone was private and close, the red-eyed seeker could feel the man’s breath against his cheek. He was closer than he’s ever been like an invitation to the priest.

“The rest is up to you. This is your birthright, though. I have faith you can accomplish this.” Inwa moved in closer, a hairs breath away from the man with the deadly golden eyes, and then away with a smile.

But they never stay. Never. Never. Never.

The screaming and coaching were new. Inwa had never been party to someone going into labor, but strange things always happened around this tribe. He watched the man with the deadly golden eyes worry his way up and down the hall, uncertain what he should do but jumping at every chance to go into the room where she was and where they were coming.

‘They’. Two beautiful baby girls with forest green hair like their mother and his deadly golden eyes.

A beautiful little family that Inwa got stand back and watch grow.

Never. Never. Never.

“You’ve always been like a brother to me,” the woman with the forest green hair said, eyes staring out at the clearing their little realm made within the shroud. She was sitting so close to Inwa’s side that he could smell her scent of pine and herbs. Leaning her head on his shoulder, one arm curled around his even while he remained silent.

“If something happens to me, promise me you’ll take my girls. I trust you to raise them.”

Inwa frowned. Closing his eyes. This war was not his, and her death was not his to mourn should it come to pass. Yet, if this was something she truly wanted… “I promise.”

No matter what, it always breaks.

“What are their names?” Erden questioned, hunched over the two bundles that Inwa came home with one day.

“I… don’t know. They never told me.” He shook his head. Perhaps they said it at the birth and he forgot it, but it didn’t much matter anymore, did it?

“You can give them new ones. They’re young enough that they wouldn’t remember anyway,” Inwa suggested, his ears coming to stand up straight. “Ume and Anzu.” Erden stood straight up, his tail snapping behind him. He watched the twin children, set and assured on his decision. “Are you particularly hungry?” The miqo’te’s eyebrows shot up, a laugh erupting from him.

“Ume and Anzu it is.”

It always shattered.

“You’re the most able of all of us to fly away from here,” Erden said, hunkered down on the lawn of the Priarch, looking at the miqo’te he called his brother.

Inwa narrowed his eyes at the man before him and the strange things he said. His hand itched to grab his rapier and drive it through whatever was holding his brother like this. He could see the parts that were his brother and what parts weren’t. The mockery of it made him want to dig it all out with his bare hands.

Yet he disappeared and never came back, and those girls lost another parent that he couldn’t save.

Always. Always. Always.

“It’s okay. I won’t be mad if you turned my fiancee into a dragon,” Talia said, cracking a yawn. She had been spending all of her time healing and aiding the man she intended to marry. The man she had been spending all of her time with. The one that she stopped coming around because of. She was getting married to him.

Inwa barely registered the pillow in his hand before he found himself beating the woman with it. She who used to be like a sister to him. Deep and deeper she went into a world no one could follow her into. She was lost and getting more and more so by the day. Now she intended to marry the unpleasant man and the even more unpleasant fae prince. No matter how much he hit her, none of it ebbed the feelings that had been mounting in him for sennights. Moons.

She would never be coming back. Not the same way. Never the same way. She was more like his sister than he ever realized.

Nothing could ever stop it.

“You wanted it. Yes. You wanted Helios. You wanted your husband’s love and attention.”

“I can’t have both, can I? Not his love, nor my freedom.”

Agonizing. Always agonizing. Ame always made it sound like Inwa was at fault for the chaos of his feelings and actions. With all of his insistence and venomous words, they always ended up like this. He needed help and the only one willing to give him that was one small miqo’te priest.

“I will get it for you.”

They didn’t want it to stop.

“I just need to ask him--” Inwa stepped into the apartment, staring at Viper on the couch. More than that, he looked at the man that sat beside him, the one that shouldn’t be there. The duskwight took off his shirt and threw it in the man’s face to hide his identity, but it was too late.

Inwa was all too familiar with a build like that and the tawny skin and raven hair that came with it. It was the spitting image of The Unbroken Shield that would have no reason to be hiding in the apartment of someone he barely got along with.

Maybe he should have investigated Edarien’s worry earlier.

Maybe he shouldn’t have used that key.

So why did he bother?

Louvel teleported away with Seviere.

He knew he would. The artist may not have said anything to him about it yet, but he knew. It was hard not to. Louvel wasn’t a man that paid that sort of care to anyone.

And what? Should he teleport after him? Chase a man who already has to watch over one of them? No. He was the stronger one. He could live with being alone. He was the one who could stand to weather through his pain. Louvel was already gone. He reached out for the one that mattered and left.

“Inwa,” his linkpearl came to life in his ear, the duskwight’s breathless, panicked voice coming through. “We’re at the place in Dravania.”

“If you need anything, I’ll be here at Priarch, or here on linkpearl for you.” and yet, like always, smile smiles and soothes. His voice lowers to put the other man at ease and let him know everything would be okay even as he traversed back into the building to resume his evening with a bottle of sake and the silence of the abandoned bar.

Inwa sat the soapstone back down on the surface he picked it up from. Despite Lucien’s looks, Inwa merely looked away from him. The stone itself was untouched and unfixed.

“Maybe the best thing I can do for it is to not try to fix it. Maybe the fissures are meant to be there. There is beauty in the broken.”

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Prompt #16: Crane

“Some people say that if you fold one thousand cranes, your wish will come true.”

“Some people say that if you fold one thousand cranes, your wish will come true,” Inwa murmured as he rotated the latest crane in his hand, looking the paper bird over from all angles. Isamu, Inwa’s pet otter, looked to the miqo’te in question with the statement.

“That is the thing about people, I guess. The things they tend to say can be bewildering sometimes.” The latest Crane was set aside so the sea otter’s paws could take it and set it on the string with all of the others Inwa had folded that day. It was uncommon for the seeker to take breaks, and it was even odder for him to indulge in old wives’ tales outside of work situations. Yet there he sat continuing to fold his wealth of cranes.

With each paper bird, the color changes hue. The first was white as snow and grows darker as the numbers grow. At every hundred, he changes color. Always from the brightest to the darkest.

“For instance, there is a spot on the stairs in Helios’ manse that won’t come out. They’re starting to call it cursed.” Inwa’s voice faded out once more as his fingers set to fold up the latest. And another. And another.

“Can you imagine my blood being a curse? It’s just as strange as paper birds granting wishes.” A small pile of cranes was gathered into his hand and placed next to the small animal. How many had he folded by now? How many bells had he been at this? In all of his focus, he had barely stopped to contemplate anything outside of the small birds erected by his own hands. Had he eaten? Did someone call on the linkpearl? He didn’t know anymore.

“It’s as strange as crane’s granting wishes.” All of the frantic busywork stopped, his gaze looking down at the latest one. A black paper crane sat in his palm, head dipped low. It wouldn’t look at him. It couldn’t look at him. How could it? The Ink-Black Crane couldn’t remember anything past that moment.

“But I am not a curse, and Crane’s can’t grant wishes.” A spark of an ember caught the tip of his finger, growing into a small flame at the mages’ command. Silently, he placed his finger against the paper crane, setting it alight. The paper caught instantly, curling and crumbling in the palm of his hand, at the destructive nature of the flame. Blazing red eyes watched with rapped attention until the paper was nothing more than ashes and soot.

“Let’s do something else, Isamu. I’ve given cranes all the attention I can bear.”

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Prompt 2: Aberrant

TW: child abuse, Implied child abuse

Here we are again, Etienne. At barely fifteen summers, once again we sit in this chair and bite our tongue while your sister presses the wet cloth to your back to clean the fresh wounds and welts. In time they’ll join the map of your transgressions. Each line will be a question etched into your skin is a reminder of what this country thinks of people like you.

Although your sister is trying her best to be gentle, you can tell each ‘accidental’ sting of pain is her irritation. It mirrors the looks your shards, your ‘brothers’, give you. Each dark line that web across your back is a threat to their way of life, but you’re aware of that. The constant pain is your reminder. That’s why it happens. They are your reminder to stop being different from the expected.

“What was it this time?” Bastion was the one to ask in hesitant tones. He didn’t want to breach the topic. They were afraid of your answer. Your own brothers, the fragments of your life and soul and they find your words a horror to behold. In your mind, that was a badge of honor they couldn’t take from you, nor beat out of you no matter how many times they try. They’ll try again, and we’ll sit here again. How long could this dance go on, you wonder. They barely know what song is playing. How could they ever hope to guide your steps?

“Repetition compulsion,” you start. The calm delight in the smile you give brings a frown to your elder brother’s face and a giddy smirk to your younger. It wasn’t the same joy you held. Domitien didn’t find joy in your thoughts like you did. He was a selfish creature who fed off your failures in hopes for what scraps of attention it earned him. He wouldn’t find it here, you think to yourself.

“Is it not bizarre how for a thousand years we have rammed our faces against the stone wall of this war?” It sounds heretical, and you can see the realization in the raising of their brows. You ignore it as you continue.

“And thus we are indoctrinated to be willing, nay, be excited to have the chance to grow into pressing our faces against those stones. For that long with no solution? Do you not think it is some strange attachment to the delights of war?”

“Isn’t it because of Nidhogg?” Bastien looks to Domitien in question. He listened. They both listened. They probably wish they didn’t listen.

“I’m pretty sure. Are you going to say he’s also ‘indoctrinated’?” Domitien answered with a charismatic smile that only looks antagonistic in your eyes.

“When all the worlds a stage and we are only actors; the play needs a director. Or two.” The dawning realization on their faces shows that they could follow your reasoning without further explanation. Your sister’s hand stops against your back. Perhaps she agrees with their disappointment. It wouldn’t be the first time. You’ve learned how to deal with the reactions to your theorizing and deeper thoughts.

Your brothers start talking amongst themselves, discussing what could be done about you and your wild accusations. Their words are light-hearted and fun, like a joke they’re saying at you instead of with you.

“It’s long past time I teach you how to cover your words and thoughts in order to blend in with the thoughtless masses.” The sound of your sister’s voice calls your attention, causing you to bend an ear towards those quiet words she speaks between just the two of you.

“Leave handing whoever put you here to me.”

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∞ for lyrin maybe

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

Can I confide something in you? Can I tell you something that stays right here? I don't know. I mean... Listen to me. It's not like the Talia 'I don't know' or the Helios 'I don't know'.

Lyrin'a-san took in Death. Death was ???. But Lyrin'a-san was ??? before that. Now It's sort of like ??? ???. He looks really nice with the long hair, but also ??? Does Lyrin'a-san even ???

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

I don't even know if he ??? I think going out and having an evening with him might be fun? We could talk about conjurer things, or Keeper things, or the shroud. There are a ton of things we could talk about or do. Maybe I will try to ask about that one day.

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

I do? I mean, he's never done anything to make he question that. He's close to Marius, and that's regretful, but I'm sure people say the same thing about the fact I still talk to Ame.

I know I can trust that he is going to do the job if I can't. I count on his healing and his thoughtfulness in battle. It's why I feel comfortable trying to strategize between heals. If he wasn't there, things would be more stressful.

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

This is weird. I've said before that I care about most people. That doesn't count him out. I don't have much else to say besides that. I hope that dealing with a second voice in his head becomes easier as time goes on.

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

Uhhhh??? I'm not... He isn't.... I'm pretty sure...Does he even ???

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

It's not weird to bathe with.. I mean It's not weird to bathe together in our circumstances. If it came to something like that, I wouldn't think anything of it. It's not to say my comfort is exceptionally high with him. We hardly know one another. It's just the way you gauge it isn't the same way I would.

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

Co-worker and friend. Maybe someone who puts up with working with me. I don't know. I never know how to answer this one.

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Send me ∞ and my muse will tell you…. Helios.

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

How do you... answer this... for a man who changes faces like a normal person changes pants? I find the Charibert face unattractive. The other two I don't see as much. Does he even use the face from the trials anymore? Do you see how difficult this question is to answer?

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

He's married like twice over. If he wanted to go out on a date, maybe he shouldn't keep settling with the people who keep throwing themselves at him. Fix your relationship with Urien or something since you're obviously not interested in me unless Urien's somehow checked out.

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

Are you really asking me this? Is this really something someone is asking me?

Let me tell you a story. In the village I grew up in, there was a shrine I would pass on the way to the clinic I went to in order to help out and practice my healing. I wasn't allowed to really go anywhere else, but I would leave early in order to spend time at the shrine before having to report to my mentor. That is how I started learning to be a kannushi. When I came here, I decided to take on learning to be a kannushi for real. I am a studying priest of the kami at a shrine that praises the sun kami and a couple of others.

Now? Now I have realized the sun is cursed and I will be quitting that after heavensturn.

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

It varies depending on what he does. This is the most honest answer I can give to such a foolish question.

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

These question, when in regards to Helios, become increasingly more hilarious and painful. I can't imagine this. I do not do this with people who are married outside of very specific and nuanced situations. I again redirect him into actually taking care to improve his relationships with his two husbands. He gave up his chance when he took husband number two. Try to be a good partner. I will even take an attempt.

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

I don't know what to tell you. I have seen many things. I have endured him doing many things I couldn't stop him from. I've barely stalled his current plot. What is my comfort supposed to be with a man that does things like this? I would imagine there is something to want and love. I can't imagine those two wanting so badly the things they want otherwise. That is just not the side of him that I've been acquainted with over these years.

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

I see him in the same way he probably sees me. I want to try to change that, but it's difficult when I think about everything that's transpired. Don't I have an obligation to the sun? I've lost so much to him and in fear of him. Yet in the end it's my fault. It's my fault it's gone.

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∞ for Idris

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

I like the color of his eyes. The sea green-ish hue? It's really nice against the paleness of the rest of him. Being able to turn into an owl is also really cute? It would be even cuter if he wasn't ... himself. I don't think Isamu and Daisuke would like if I went and got an owl...

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

"We're not each other's types". Those were his words. Also not even sure what I would do with him. I don't know the first thing about his hobbies or likes. He's probably feel like he's wasting his time trying anything like this and I would want to slap him with a wet towel over it.

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

This is dicey. I trust him when it's a situation and a person involved that I know he will focus on. Otherwise, I have no idea. It's a toss up if he's listen or go on on his own doing whatever he wants. I can trust that Idris doesn't trust me. Does that count??

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

Ugh. UGHHH.

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

Remember that answer about if I would go on a date with him? All of that applies here to. Why do people keep putting him in my care? It's like no one sees the way he is or have some secret, misguided thought that he gets along with me. I don't understand. I don't understand what I'm supposed to do.

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

I'm going to cry.

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

It's going to be a cry of frustration more than anything else.

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∞ from Talia

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

I'm going to have to stay quiet about this. My opinion stays with me...

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

I don't think this would ever happen anymore.

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

This hasn't changed. I still trust her. There isn't really a reason not to. She still is herself somewhere in there.

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

If I didn't, none of this would matter.

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

I really don't like thinking of such things with taken or married people.

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

See, this is one of those thing. I have been very comfortable with Talia in the past. I would not bathe or undress in front of her. That's bad manners and you shouldn't do that in front of a lady. But I have been comfortable to such a level, even if I actually wouldn't.

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

Stop asking me the thiiiiiiing. She's a friend and co-worker.

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∞ For both Rosaires

Silvaineaux

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

I don't know. Is this weird? Before I just refused to answer, for reasons, but I think I've reached a point in my life where the eternal impending threat of my death has made it that I don't care. Silvain is great. Silvain is hot. If something ever happened to Silvain, the perpetrator's life is forfeit.

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If you mean do I want to sit down and talk and have a drink with him? Sure? We used to talk all of the time, but now we don't. I used to confide everything in him and garner his opinion about what I should do. I do miss it, but life happens.

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

If you don't trust him with your life, you've probably done something that positions you on the other end of his sword.

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

I said before that I care about everyone, but he is probably one of my best friends. He needs more of those who realize he is not the 40 summers old man that he acts like he is.

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

Dangerous.....

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

Also dangerous...

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

Why are we back here? Silvain is Silvain. Silvain is an important person in my life. Cease with your titles.

Honore

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

Is it insulting to think of a man as both hot and cute? Honore is so many things. I am glad to see him around other people. He's very different out in world than he is in the Rosaire Manor.

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

Getting Honore out of the manor to just hang out is always fun. We had a picnic once and that was very fun. If I recall correctly, the conversation we had during that wasn't fun, but it was a nice picnic. I should think of something else to take him on.

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

Yes. He's never done anything to make me question that.

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

Yes? I don't know what you want me to say about this. I care about him. He is nice and caring and one of the best people I know. More people should see that he is.

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

He was probably thinking about that thing that one time. That's really cute.

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

I'm not sure about this. It's not that I'm not sure if I'm comfortable around him. I'm just not sure about how to quantify it. I just like spending time with him.

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

Here we are again. I care very deeply about Honore. He is one of the important people in my life. What that actually means I see him as? I don't know, but I don't want to hurt him in the ways Seraphin as.

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∞ - For Louvel.

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

The change from before is now it feels like EVERYONE has realized it. I don't know. He thinks I don't notice the way he dresses or how he tries to present himself, but I do. Like I said before, Louvel's always been beautiful. He doesn't need people to say it, but I like doing it from time to time anyway.

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

It was fun taking him to the festivals. He got to try out doing things on his own and eat the food and I think it was a lot of fun. The times we can just exist without the roof being on fire is nice. I enjoy those times. Honestly, I think the chaos makes those times better.

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

I would trust him more if he didn't do things that directly contradicted my ability to do that. Regardless, I trust him anyway. Getting him to stop doing things that go against that is a work in progress.

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

I care about him. He is important to me.

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

I would. I do. I don't need to say more than that.

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

I really think this is a weird question. I'm comfortable enough with Louvel to do all sorts of things. Yet, there are people I am similarly comfortable with, but would never do things like this with them our of respect...

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

These words don't really depict how I see him. He's more than that? Different than that? I am not good at knowing what words go with feelings, or what feelings are what.

[daylightrays]

∞ Sure, why not?

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

She's definitely pretty. She isn't my type, but I can still appreciate her looks.

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

Going places platonically, maybe? Otherwise, just sitting Priarch and talking is nice in my opinion. I don't think there's really need for more than that.

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

She hasn't given me reason not to trust her. Despite our disagreements about Ghost, we're civil to one another and in a fight, I ... eeh, she can become unpredictable, but she wont turn on you.

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

I care about most people.

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

No thank you. I don't think we are each other's types. I do take cuddling and regular sleeping, though. The warmth is nice.

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

The talks are nice. I like getting to have conversations. Perhaps with more time things can feel more casual? I guess we'll see.

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

A co-worker and a friend, I guess? I hope she gets the things she needs.

[invademyinbox]

Leave an anonymous love letter for my muse.

[libraryofmemes]

Blindfold Meme

My muse is blindfolded and listening. Go on anon and whisper something into their ear. It can be anything you like, a confession, a secret, a memory – there are no limits.

[smolcatte]

Send me ∞ and my muse will tell you…

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

[daylightrays]

Color

Orange

and icarus said to aphrodite- so this is what i'm for. you have a distant awareness that the day you fall is the day you change. change is so very difficult, isn't it? watching everyone leave? you want the light so desperately, but you fear it. one day it will come for you. one day you will stop mourning the future and start mourning the present, and it will be peaceful.

Link

[daylightrays]

Love: Inwa

Your Result: uncalibrated

you don’t know how to act. your feelings are swift and changeable, you think there is a right answer on which feeling is correct, but you don’t know what it is. you feel as if all your thoughts have jumbled together, you finally meet something you can’t make sense of. because of this, your approach to loving changes shades constantly, confusing both yourself and the one you love. you may try the mirror the way your partner acts or feels. all this may make you hybrid with some of the other feelings/styles.

tagged by: @houserosaire Quiz: Here

[smolcatte]

Send me ∞ and my muse will tell you…

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life