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so... my computer just crashed on me i just got a loaner so that's good today has not been a good day for me...
A Rose and Death || Margaery & Hades
Her grandmother had once told her stories of a man who had fallen so much in love with a woman that he moved the heavens and earths to be able to be with her. The man had been powerful, a god. But not like their Seven gods. No. He was one of twelve. It was just a story that fascinated her. A god in love with a mortal woman. As a child she believed the story to be about someone in her family.
But it was impossible. Immortal’s didn’t exist and gods were even rarer still.
She was to be queen. The Queen. The prospect drove her forward past any temptation that lurked in the shadows, past all the desires of the flesh that she wished for, as she grew older. She was stronger than any temptation, no matter how wonderful it seemed for a moment, she knew that it could lead to her fall.
Yet, some men continued to fall at her feet. Olenna had told her that her beauty would drive some men wild, it couldn’t be helped. They craved the rose, but didn’t dare fight through the thorns. She could never desire a man who couldn’t take the thorns. In the gardens, she walked through the maze, her brother at the mouth of it awaiting her exit and keeping others away. Or at least she thought he was doing that.
Hearing a throat clear behind her, she turned, brown eyes taking in the royally attired man. Where had he come from?
"I’m sorry Ser, I thought I was alone in this venture. May I help you?"
"Forgive me if I interrupted your thoughts, My Lady," he brought his hand to his chest as he bowed.
The action itself was mindless, given freely without thought. Only after did he realize the symbolism of a god bowing to a mortal.
Never before had he experienced the emotions taking place within him. His heart frantically drummed in his chest. Spending years in Westeros, almost neglecting his own kingdom to keep her in his sights, now to see her standing before him as a woman. He could remember the moment she was born. He was the same. She had grown into more than he could ever hope to become.
She looked like her grandmother when she had been young. He knew she had an personality to match, but certain traits she held could only be described as her own. She was impossibly unique. That alone was enough to captivate him.
"I only desire to remain in your company, if that is no inconvenience to you, of course."
"Oh, look at that. I've been impaled."
mortalityx[ frozen meme ]
So maybe losing her temper hadn’t been the best way to resolve the situation but at the moment it didn’t matter. He clearly didn’t understand the importance of what she was trying to do so really he’d brought it on himself. Trying to tell her what she could or shouldn’t do was not a very good idea which no doubt he’d learn after this.
Her head cocked to the side, studying him with a malicious smirk. Dry amusement at the tone he used that seemed to lack the cockiness previously laced with it. Which of them had won this round depended on perspective but it was at the very least entertaining.
❝ —— It’s a good look for you. ❞
Tempers risen and wounds at fault of both parties. Who won? That was entirely dependent on perspective. In his? Neither won. Neither came away from their battle with any greater knowledge or feeling of pride or accomplishment. Though, he could see the amusement in her countenance.
Seth rolled his eyes, pulling the protruding pole from his abdomen with a wince. The gaping hole began slowly, excruciatingly slowly, healing. He only rolled his eyes at her.
"I'm glad you're enjoying the view."
”I work with the police
and this is a suspect’s car.”
"Must be a mistake."
Send a ♡ to hear how my character would tell your character that they loved them without actually using the word "love."
"Oh, thank you. How so?" Belle asked, a smile ever present on her features as she turned herself so that she was able to talk to the other properly.
"You are quite beautiful. Impossible to miss, really."
"I bought ice cream!" (there were so many other sentences...)
"You know how much I love ice cream!”
“Aren’t you lovely”
"I'm glad you think so."
❝ Well if you’d stay still
then I wouldn’t have to. ❞
"If you hadn't stabbed me we wouldn't be in this situation."
Sorry for not being on much. I'm having a lot of assignments recently but I hope to have drafts done later tonight and I won't be on much this weekend due to my course and volunteering.
Send me a “旦” If our muses haven’t interacted yet and but you want us to change that.
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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
Send me a ship and i'll say:
who falls asleep on the couch
who wakes up first
who cooks the most
who’s in charge of the tv remote
who takes the longest getting ready
who takes up most of the bed
if/what pets they have
|Behind the Mask|
Muse A and Muse B despise each other. The mere sight of them at work/school/local establishment turns their stomach into knots of rage. More than eye contacts sends them into wild, barbarous jeers on everything from their clothes to the way their teeth are shaped.
One day, their work/school/local establishment, decides to hold a masquerade ball for charity and the like. Muse A and B, deciding it would be fun, attend. Separately, of course.
With their masks on Muse A and B become completely different people, their true selves, and the chemistry is incredible. They dance and talk and even kiss at nights end, all like a fairy tale. But as the clock strikes midnight, as it were, they both have to go home with promises to meet each other again.
But both are afraid that the fantasy of the night won’t live up to reality, and their dream person won’t be or think they are such a dream anymore in the day light. Conflicted but still interested, Muse A and B agonize over seeing the other again, all the while unaware that their ‘true love’ is the person the seem to hate.
Option 2: Muse B has always been secretly attracted to Muse A, but their hostility has always made them not act on their feelings. The ball and the masks gives them the courage to act, but they are heartbroken to find out that Muse A has no idea it was them that night.
Option 3: Muse A is aware it was Muse B, but it too afraid to say anything.
”Will you be divulging your secrets on ‘saving’ these people or are you just an asshole?”
"They can't be saved and the more you try the sooner their end approaches."