♗: a tip for getting my muse's romantic affection
Touch him. That might sound a little strange at first, but Erik has convinced himself (for good reason, really) that everyone thinks he’s a monster - and people don’t touch monsters. If you rest a hand on his shoulder; his face, make any sort of gentle contact with him, it’ll give him a sense of assuredness and humanity that very few people can give him.
♖: one of my muse's guilty pleasures
You know, the usual death, darkness, murder, morbid fascination type stuff. It’s no secret that he’s enamoured with all things strange and terrifying, but he’s not exactly proud of that. He’s not secretive about it, but there aren’t many individuals he’s willing to actually open up to. Not to mention, the situations those fascinations get him into often leave him with insurmountable guilt, as the term “guilty pleasure” might suggest.
♞: something that my muse wants to do
He’d love to get a dog, some day. The idea of man’s best friend and unconditional love is all too appealing to someone like him, who doesn’t find anything like that in his every day life.
♟: something my muse admires
Passion. If someone is passionate about something, no matter what is is (whether it’s music or cars or… nail art, for God’s sake) he can appreciate that. Especially if they’re doing something with their passion.
☂: something my muse wants to protect
Christine, without a doubt. No matter what she might say or do, or how much she might want him to leave her alone, he’ll do everything in his power to keep her safe. Whether that be by trying to remain in her life or to always be nearby and protect her himself, or have someone else do it for him, he’ll be there in some way or another for as long as he lives.
♨: my muse's reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep
A short exclamation would leave his lips before he would open the door the rest of the way and usher her inside, insisting that she sit in front of the fireplace and finding her a change of clothes. He would bring her more blankets than she would need, make her tea, offer her something to eat… He wouldn’t let her protest, whether she was cold or hungry or not, and he wouldn’t ask her why she’s there until he was certain she’d been made comfortable.
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