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Offend My Muse! | Accepting
There is the slightest twitch of disdain, irritation, but it is quickly extinguished.
“I have already resigned myself to my place as part of the u g l i n e s s in this world. I fail to see your point in bringing it up.”
You can't hide forever
o | Accepting
He is not hiding, that’s what he thinks first. Hiding implies some sort of security, some sort of… protection from whatever is trying to harm him, and he can not claim to have such a thing.
He is not hiding.
But he thinks his efforts to argue this point might be better directed in a different debate, one that won’t require him to exhaust himself. It’s much easier to withstand a cold wind than it is to painstakingly build a wall. ‘You can’t hide forever’ they say– well, he disagrees.
“Just watch me.”
Offend my muse. Do it right now! Make them angry and frustrated and sad! I dare you, on or off anon, OFFEND MY MUSE!
Hey Shen, does that long train of yours make it hard to sit in chairs?
“...seeing as I’ve lived with it for most of my life, no.”
RP starters: Lutece twins
“Are you going to just sit there?”
“Coming here was your idea.”
“No. I mean I’d greatly appreciate it if you would assist.”
“It does seem like a dreadful place to be stranded.”
“Heads or tails?”
“Chin up. There’s always next time.”
“Hmm. Surprising.”
“If you’re going to be a sore loser, then I shan’t do this again.”
“Dead is dead.”
“What do you see here, from this angle?”
“This is becoming rather awkward.”
“Right. I was GOING to tell you they’d come.”
“She finds this condition…disagreeable.”
“’Fine’? Are you mad?!”
“I told you it would work.”
“Don’t see the point. What’s done is done.”
“I should know. I lived it.”
“Four out of five?”
“Surely, it’s better to have died trying”
“If we’re going to end up at the same place, I don’t see the harm in enjoying the ride.”
“There are rules. Even for one such as you.”
“There is a thin line between a martyr and a fool.”
Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!
“Is there someone you hold dear?”
“Don’t you feel any guilt?”
“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“There must be something you fear.”
“Do you have a home?”
“Is there someone you like?”
“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Aren’t you happy?”
“Who do you despise?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“What do you think of kindness?”
“What do you think of hatred?”
“Why do you fight?”
“Why do you live?”
“How much blood have you spilled?”
“How much death have you seen?”
“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
“Can’t you tell they love you?”
“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
“You’re not tainted.”
“You’re not alone.”
“You’re awful.”
“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
“You’re an emotionless robot.”
“You’re just a lap dog.”
“It’s not over.”
“He/she needs you.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop fighting.”
“Stop pushing others away.”
“You’re cruel.”
“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
“You depend on him/her too often.”
“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
“He/she is bringing you down.”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
“You need to listen.”
“You need to speak up more often.”
“You’re weak.”
“You’re too proud.”
“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
“You can’t cheat death.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
“That person is only holding you back.”
“They’re too good for you.”
“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
“It will get better.”
“You look lonely.”
“You look bitter.”
“You look tired.”
“You’re hiding a painful burden.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You will always be worthless.”
“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
“You’ll rise above them all.”
“You’ll find your place in this world.”
“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
“I’m not -blaming- it on my work. I’m in a dangerous, cutthroat business, caring too much about other people in such a work environment isn’t practical and would probably make just about anybody want to jump off a cliff. I’ve never TRIED caring more about other people because I CAN’T. Not while working as a career criminal.” She was surprised by the sudden stream of words that just came out of her beak, and how agitated she sounded. The peacock had definitely hit a nerve.
She let out a loud, exasperated sigh. “Beyond that, I don’t know. I -might- have had more empathy for people if the circumstances were different, or maybe it would be the same. It’s hard to answer a question about a situation I’ve never -been- through.”
THAT sentence definitely got to her. She could practically feel her anger spike through the roof. But fine, if he wanted to play this game, working as a spy in the Gongmen tower and conversations with the Soothsayer allowed her to learn quite a few things about HIS past. “And you would know exactly how that feels, wouldn’t you?” She asked, her voice dripping with acid. “After all, I hear the people of Gongmen didn’t respond very kindly to discovering that the cities heir was a WHITE peacock. I’m sure that did wonders for your own mindset.”
It took him several seconds to register just what she'd said to him, and his first reaction to her words was a taut, knowing smile. (Horror bloomed within him somewhere, but it was quickly overshadowed by fury.)
In the blink of an eye he’d knocked her to the ground and pinned her there, sharp metal talons at her throat and abdomen. Whatever arguments he'd have raised to strike down her own valid points were forgotten, thrown to the mercy of the wind as a mere paper lantern.
"Is that right? Is that ri-- you must think you have me all figured out, don't you? Heard a few rumors? Clung to the grapevine for a few ghastly seconds? You don't know a n y t h i n g," he growled.
there’s not a damn day —–
not one —
that i’ve done right by you.
12 - your muse can’t recognise faces any longer and is confusedly trying to figure out who all these people around them are
ahh, i’m not sure, anon, i feel like this particular m!a would work better if he’d interacted with more people by now. i don’t feel like i could really do much with this one, tbh.
thank you very much for sending it in, but i think i’m gonna decline this one uu;;
