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CANON DIVERGENT MUSES EXPLAINED UNDER THE CUT
PROMPTS FOR SILENT ACTIONS THAT SAY A LOT * i wrote these with the implication that the sender doesn't say a word before they perform the action. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt
[ tug ] sender tugs receiver behind them during a tense moment
[ pull ] sender pulls receiver out of harm's way at the last second
[ tuck ] sender stares at receiver and quietly reaches up, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind receiver's ear
[ yank ] sender yanks receiver closer to them, ending up in semi-suggestive close proximity
[ steady ] sender grabs receiver's arm to steady them before they fall over
[ walk ] sender moves around receiver and walks closest to the street as they travel down the sidewalk, keeping receiver away from any potential danger in the roadway
[ untied ] sender drops to their knee and starts tying receiver's shoe for them
[ spoon ] sender lifts a spoon towards receiver's mouth, encouraging them to eat
[ trace ] sender traces receiver's lips with their thumb
[ pin ] sender pins receiver to a tucked-away spot in the shadows to avoid being caught
[ neck ] without a word, sender dips down to receiver's throat and kisses them soundly
[ handheld ] sender slips a hand behind their back and grabs receiver's fingers as they stand behind them
[ carry ] without asking, sender takes receiver's heavy bags from them and carries them
[ lock ] sender and receiver lock eyes across the room
[ drink ] sender brings receiver a drink and holds it to their lips, insisting they take a drink
[ reload ] sender reloads receiver's gun for them in the middle of a fight
[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shelter receiver from an explosion or attack
[ carry ] sender picks up receiver and carries them off the battlefield and into a safe spot before running back to the fight
[ toss ] from a secret hiding spot only receiver and sender can see as they avoid an enemy, sender silently gestures to receiver to toss them (their gun, something valuable, etc.)
[ stairs ] sender offers out a hand to help receiver ascend or descend a staircase
[ cover ] sender covers receiver's eyes so they don't witness something gruesome
[ fix ] sender comes up to receiver and fixes their collar and/or tie
[ shake ] to convince receiver not to do something, sender hastily shakes their head from a distance
[ watch ] from a distance, sender taps on their watch to show receiver they're running out of time
[ i'll go ] sender gently pushes receiver back, taking charge and insisting they will handle the dangerous task
[ reach ] through a locked gate, sender reaches for receiver's hand
[ ship ] as receiver's ship takes off from the planet, sender waves to them from the ground and watches them leave
[ protect ] after someone threatens receiver, sender rushes over and gets right in their face to protect them
[ punch ] after someone attacks receiver, sender rushes over and punches them in retaliation
[ nip ] sender playfully nips at receiver's neck
[ knuckles ] sender kisses receiver's knuckles in a polite gesture
[ squeeze ] sender gives receiver's butt a playful squeeze from behind
[ danger ] as an all-powerful receiver is about to lose control of their powers and cause massive damage, sender finds their eyes and tries to talk them down
[ goodbye ] without saying a word, sender approaches receiver and kisses them goodbye
[ wipe ] sender wipes a tear from receiver's face
[ location ] without saying anything and giving away the surprise, sender takes receiver to a secret spot
[ hold back ] sender has to hold back receiver from attacking someone
[ game ] sender lets receiver win a game they're playing
[ shower ] sender joins receiver in the shower they're taking
@dragoonvowed said: “ i sure you hope you don’t think you’re walking out that door without giving me a kiss first. ” ( dioooonnn)
"Hm? Terence.." Dion blushes a little and grins as he hesitates by the door to his chambers. It's still early, and he didn't want to wake him. He is, unfortunately, an early riser regardless of if he has anything to do or not. Certainly Sylvestre didn't schedule anything this morning for him, allowing him a rare reprieve that he doesn't get very often. But Dion is restless, always looking for things to do, problems to solve, ways to get ahead of the imaginary goal that his father has set, even if it is unreachable.
Still, he took advantage of having time to himself last night, evident by how Terence is in his bed now. He thought he was being quiet when he got up, being careful not to jostle the bed too much. Evidence of last night's coupling still lingers between his thighs and on his stomach, and he is eager to take a bath and start his day. But Terence's voice breaks the silence, and he can't help but smile.
He loosens his robe a little before walking back over to his bed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Terence's lips. "I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful," he murmurs, lightly brushing their noses together. "Go back to sleep, my darling. There is nothing planned for us this morning."
affectionate prompts
“ i’m happy when you’re around. ”
“ i like having you here. ”
“ i’m glad you came. ”
“ just tell me what you need. let me give it to you? ”
“ why are you smiling at me like that? ”
“ i trust you with parts of myself i’m afraid to show anyone else. ”
“ you have a good heart. ”
“ your eyes look so beautiful in this lighting. ”
“ i’m all yours. not going anywhere. ”
“ you have my full attention. ”
“ i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now. ”
“ follow me, i have a surprise for you. ”
“ you make me feel brave. ”
“ come walk with me. let’s get some air. ”
“ c’mere. sit down. tell me what’s going on. ”
“ i want you around. if i didn’t, i wouldn’t be here would i? ”
“ it’s okay, you can sit here with me for as long as you’d like. ”
“ here, take my hand. ”
“ stay still— i’m trying to hug you. ”
“ do you like my new dress? ”
“ do you like my new suit? ”
“ could you hug me again? i think i need it. ”
“ i like hearing your heart beating when i put my head on your chest. ”
“ i like watching you work. ”
“ just sit there. i’m going to make you something to eat. ”
“ why don’t you tell me what i can do to make your day better? ”
“ what’s on your mind? i want to listen. ”
“ i sure you hope you don’t think you’re walking out that door without giving me a kiss first. ”
“ i know i need to go but— one more kiss. ”
“ here, take my jacket. you look like you need it more. ”
“ keep the jacket, looks better on you. ”
“ you just make me feel good when you’re here. i feel better any time you’re around. ”
“ i don’t feel whole unless i’m touching you. ”
[ GRIN ] for one muse to reach out and playfully push the other’s cheeks up to make their lips curve into smile.
[ PRESS ] for one muse to poke either side of the other’s cheeks where smile dimples would be.
[ BOOP ] for one muse to playfully tap the other’s nose with their finger.
[ LIGHT ] for one muse to kiss the other’s cheek.
[ WARM ] for one muse to take off their jacket and drape it around the other who is cold.
[ COMFORT ] for one muse to place a jacket or blanket around the other’s shoulders because they’re upset.
[ TEASE ] for one muse to squish the other’s face between their hands.
[ SCOLD ] for one muse to gently pinch the other’s cheek in response to something they said.
[ REST ] for one muse to rest their head against the other’s shoulder while they talk.
[ REASSURE ] for one muse to place their hand on the other’s back as a subtle comforting gesture.
[ SAFE ] for one muse to wrap their arm around the other’s shoulders and kiss their temple.
[ LEAP ] for one muse to run and jump into the other’s arms because they’re excited to see them.
[ SEEK ] for one muse to track down the other at a crowded function because they noticed they slipped away.
[ COMPANY ] for muses to sit on a balcony or roof together sharing a drink/food/joint etc.
[ HELD ] for one muse to offer their hand out to the other to hold to comfort them.
[ REACH ] for one muse to reach out and take the other’s hand to comfort them.
[ LACE ] for one muse to hook their arm around the other’s while they walk.
[ INTERTWINE ] for one muse to offer their arm to the other while they walk.
[ DIRECT ] for one muse to pull the other into that kind of hug where their hand rests against their head and they tuck them under their chin.
[ SLEEP ] one muse discovers the other napping and simply joins them.
[ EQUAL ] for a taller muse to pick up the other and place them sitting on a counter/table so they can be eye level.
[ URGE ] for one muse to move their arm to be around the other’s shoulder or over the back of a chair so the one sitting next to them can scoot closer.
"Petulant -- !"
Joshua resents that statement, even as plush lips pull into a decisively petulant pout, brows furrowed too. It might have been cute, were the circumstances not what they were. He tried to wiggle-worm his way towards the bars, not able to do much wrapped in crystal fetters sapping his aether and awkwardly falling against the iron to scowl at him.
"You mean to tell me that Waloed has done nothing on it's history? That your King cleaved a path through Veldemarke and united the warring tribes only for you, their esteemed Lord Commander to not even be a footnote? The world works on this history! If we've naught of it, we'd be no more advanced than the beastmen and --"
His passions on history, and how researched he was on Waloed's founding (some conjecture, he's sure) had him falling a little forward, and now Joshua was slumped on the ground, even more irritated.
".. Will you untie me." He grits out, managing to sit up. "I can hardly call upon my aether with these crystals, this is just -- excessive."
“Yes, petulant. You are only proving my point. Look at you! You are supposed to be the mighty Phoenix, yet here you are, pouting and whining. Are you a man or a child, Joshua Rosfield?” Sleipnir tilts their head and stares, unblinking, an amused, uncanny grin appearing on their face. Let him have his tirade, they suppose, for what else does he have here except for his words? He can't use aether, therefore his powers are useless, and all of his weapons have been confiscated.
Still, they think it funny. Sleipnir doesn't get to play with their food very often, after all.
“What point are you trying to prove? His Majesty is very, hmm…private, I suppose you could say. Of course, we've written down the broader parts, but the small, little details hardly matter, wouldn't you say?”
They still haven't blinked. It might be highly offputting if it were anyone else, but seems to suit them somehow. At his question, they laugh, short and sharp, crossing their arms. “Oh, untie you and make you comfortable? Remember, Phoenix, that you are a prisoner here. Prisoners do not get to make requests.”
Joshua stumbles a little as he's pulled into a hug. A little wince, because his health isn't the best and his back bares the burn scars of every time he's semi-primed and forced the fiery wings out from them. But Dion did not know that: so he quickly hid his expression by dropping his head slightly and wrapping his arms around the taller man in a firm embrace.
"It's been too long, my friend." he notes, pulling away after a while, hands clasped on the dragoon's upper arms as he appraises him. "-- Rumours of my death have been purposefully propagated to ensure that I would not be sought out before I was ready. You know how sickly I was as a child. Even back then, at the Ceremony.."
Joshua shakes his head. The past was past. Now he was here, and it was about time to start moving for the future.
"I am .. sorry for the deception. That you were left in the dark." He exhales gently. "But we couldn't afford to let a single soul knew. Not even my brother did."
"No, of course, that's completely understandable. You don't need to explain your reasoning for anything to me." Dion feels...elated. Here is Joshua, standing before him, alive and, well, in one piece, it seems. He can't help but smile, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. It all feels a little overwhelming. In a way, it really is. What does he say? What does he do? Dion will admit that he's spent an embarrassing amount of time fantasizing about what he might do if Joshua miraculously came before him, but he never once thought it might actually happen.
So he sighs and gives his shoulders a gentle squeeze before gesturing for him to sit. "I'm sure you've been traveling a while to find me. My father, unfortunately, is not content with what Sanbreque has already," he says as he pours them both a cup of water, nose wrinkling in distaste. "But you must tell me what you've been doing all this time."
Dion suddenly feels like a young boy again, enraptured by each and every thing that Joshua has to tell him. Part of him fears that this is a dream, that he might wake up and feel the agony of losing him all over again. "The day is still young. I am here to listen."
Gav suppresses a laugh, a playful huff escaping him as he leads the way toward the dock. It's not that he doubts Sleipnir's skills - Lord Commanders are generally known for their martial prowess and the Waloedan is no exception. It's more so whether or not he can remain focused on an assignment that seems insignificant. The scout is well aware that Sleipnir is on different territory now, so if Clive wants him to be of any use to the Hideaway, he needs to learn the lay of the land.
"Oh, I can keep an eye on you, alright," he quips, turning to catch the commander with his good eye. "But also, you have a very distinguishable scent, so in case I lose ya, well, I can always let my nose lead me back to you."
He isn't called the Scout with the Nose for nothing.
"But we should have nothing to worry about. Maybe the odd beast here an' there, so this should be relatively easy for you."
Sleipnir sighs as they follow him down to the dock, their hand absently resting on their sword as they walk along. By now, Sleipnir has been here long enough that no one bothers to stare at them anymore. Clive's decision to keep them around may not be understood by anyone, least of all themself, but at least people seem to have more or less accepted it. It's odd, they think, how he can get people to be agreeable without even having to threaten life or limb. So unlike Barnabas in every possible way…
They blink, though, then make a face, their nose wrinkling. “Dare I ask what that distinguishable scent is?” they ask, slightly amused. Sleipnir is unsure why Gav has taken such a liking to them. Is that it? Or are they just imagining things? People are so open and honest here. It's odd. It makes them feel vulnerable and exposed in a way that they're not used to. “I assure you that I can handle the odd beast or two without any problems.”
HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. no one has ever expected such informality from him before. to address a crown prince by his first name seemed like a transgression and a crime of etiquette that should warrant punishment. even worse to speak his mind on the impending war between nations. it was unthinkable. sephiroth hesitates a moment, weighing the invitation against his place in the world, before stepping further onto the balcony.
" i'm sorry . . . dion. " sometimes he forgets that the two of them are meant to be peers in this instance. his majesty king barnabas loved to flaunt sephiroth around like a prince when it suited him, inviting him to lush dinners, dressing him in finer clothing, and sometimes even bringing him along to diplomatic meetings like these, until they were back in ash and he was nothing more than a weapon to be stored until needed again.
" well, he didn't say it out loud, " he admits, uncertain, " but his majesty thinks this as more of a formality than a real negotiation. war is indeed inevitable, even if they manage to work out some temporary agreement. "
Dion glances over at Sephiroth when he steps closer, a small smile appearing on his face. He knows, oh Greagor, he knows what it's like to feel like nothing more than a pawn in the great game of chess that seems to be going on. Dion has expressed his frustrations time and time again, but apparently he is still too young to be taken seriously. When will he be old enough, then? He is old enough to wield Bahamut, old enough to fight in a war, old enough to determine the fate of Sanbreque, yet still too young to sit and discuss how ridiculous this all is. It's frustrating. He is a man in so many ways yet not in so many others.
What more could Sylvestre ever want from him? How much of him could he take before there's barely anything left of Dion and just Bahamut in his wake?
He sighs and shakes his head, irritated, lips pressing together in a thin line. "Of course. No offense to you, but Waloed is always looking for a reason. And so is my father." Dion rolls his eyes, pushing a hand through his hair. "War was always going to be inevitable, I'm afraid."
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sketch seph and dion right NOWWW
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you and i will always be unfinished business.
i tried to love you into loving me... that's not how love works.
loving you was a sacrifice. i gave you the power to destroy me, and that's exactly what you did.
i gave you the power to destroy me, and that's exactly what you did.
you will always have a special place in my heart, and that terrifies me.
i won't ever forget you, and maybe that is the only forever the two of us were meant to have.
i'm sorry i had nothing to say that night.
i was so interested to see how you'd break my heart.
you planted flowers inside of me... foolish of me to think you'd water them.
it's pathetic, really, how much i still hope it's you and me in the end.
you said you'd be here.
hell exists... it's 3am, here, without you.
i'm scared that loving you is the only thing i got right, and it still wasn't enough.
i regret the end, the way we couldn't leave one another without wounds.
we made it seem as if all the love we shared was wasted time.
i will always remember the way you folded me at my corners, like there was a part of me you wanted to come back to.
you made me feel, and i don't like it. stop it.
i wish the best for you, i just wish that i was the best for you.
maybe in another lifetime, we get it right.
you had my heart before i could say no.
loving you is the most exquisite form of self destruction.
fuck you for giving up on me.
the worst pain is being hurt by the same person you explained your pain to.
you fucking broke me, and i'm still the one apologising.
i broke my own heart loving you.
now you're just a stranger with all my secrets.
sometimes the beginning is the same as the ending.
what if no one makes me feel the way that you do?
you made it look so damned easy to walk away from me.
you were the hardest lesson i ever had to learn.
you didn't say goodbye, and part of me keeps believing that means you're coming back.
i would've left the entire world behind for you.
you leave teeth marks on everything you love.
all of your devotion turns violent.
you let me go, but you left claw marks.
i don't think i'll ever know how to love someone without swallowing them whole.
love is supposed to turn you soft... i think it only ever turns me brutal.
we wanted each other in the way of flesh wanting to knit itself together over a wound.
"Curiousity also stokes the fires of discovery, and with discovery, comes power."
The steady sway of the ship had taken some getting used to: needless to say, Joshua did not have his sea legs. Ironically it helped that he was tied and confined to the small section, he could focus on the dark shadows without getting terribly sick.
There's a certain frustration dedicated to seeking an answer that lays just out of grasp. He knows, deep down, that he's right. He just has no proof, and Sleipnir's silver tongue makes it easy for him to think he needs to restudy every single scroll, scripture and family ledger.
Which, he can't exactly do, stashed on Waloed's flagship.
"It matters, because it doesn't make sense." His brows furrow. Aetheric-blue eyes stare down at the other. "-- You are Lord Commander of Waloed's armies and there is .. nothing. No propriety, former house connections -- anything!"
“But what do you get out of finding out anything about my family? Perhaps I am the only one left. Maybe there is simply nothing to know. Not everyone keeps such extensive records. Waloed is quite isolated as it is." Sleipnir shrugs, though there is quite a smug air about them, which, really, there always is. They do have to admit that Joshua's persistence in finding things out is a little admirable as much as it is annoying. There is power in knowing things, yes, and Sleipnir prides themself on being quite the elusive person.
But they do laugh, squatting down to meet Joshua's gaze. “Well, perhaps His Majesty was gracious enough to choose me based on skill alone. Have you ever considered that? That family names and connections don't mean so much to him? It might do you good, Phoenix, to do away with all of your biases and notions of how the world works.”
Not that it ultimately matters if Joshua finds them out. They're certain that Clive and the rest have by now, if the clones they left behind have anything to do with it. “Things don't need to make sense for them to be the way that they are. You are acting like quite the petulant, little thing.”
~ @phantasiiae || You think you know me? You don't know anything. sleipnir to clive! ~
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Clive has to bite back a little growl of frustration. He can hear Joshua's words rattling around his head. Just keep trying.
What is the point if they're not going to get anywhere? He cannot force Sleipnir to open up to him. Even if they do have this invasive bond now. This connection that neither of them asked for.
"So you keep saying, yes." Clive leans against the wall, looking out the window. "Have you ever considered telling me about yourself? Opening up to me? Instead of this damned persistence to be stubborn." He turns to look back at them.
"We cannot keep going around in circles, sulking and bickering at each other." He drags a chair over, placing it in front of them and sitting down. "Tell me about yourself. Start with -" Clive wishes Jill were here to guide the conversation. He feels clunky, trying to drag it out. "Your favourite memory?"
Sleipnir stares at him, expressionless yet still somehow visibly irritated. It practically comes off of them in waves. They didn't ask for this. They begged Clive to do the merciful thing and kill them, but what could've stayed his hand? Maybe once he received Odin, he felt compelled to keep them around, or maybe it was something else. Regardless of whatever it is, Sleipnir wishes they were fucking dead. It's as simple as that. Nothing can bring Barnabas back. Nothing can bring back the life they are so used to, so what's the point of it all?
They look rather unimpressed as he sits down in front of them, pressing their lips together in a thin line. “What exactly do you get out of me telling you anything about myself? You can figure it out, I'm sure. You are Odin now, just like you are every other Eikon that you have taken. If you think hard enough about it, maybe you'll find something out, hm?”
This is stupid. They walk away from where he sits and instead opt to move towards the window. They can feel his irritation seeping in, too, and so they slam their walls up, trying to give themself some room to breathe. “I have known nothing other than Waloed and His Majesty. You don't want to know what my favorite moments were.”
Gav just so happens to be in the middle of putting his boots on when Sleipnir enters his room without much fanfare. Just when he thinks he can get a break from keeping an eye on the former Lord Commander, they announce that they are to be patrolling together. The scout slightly raises an eyebrow, studying Sleipnir for a moment before sighing in resignation. At least this way he can keep an eye on them, perhaps even teach them a thing or two about the area. With any luck, Sleipnir might be in a better mood to talk.
"So, you're stuck with me, eh?" Gav quips as he stands up. "Jus' make sure you keep up, like." He claps Sleipnir on the shoulder as he walks past. "C'mon then, since you're so eager to go."
“I can keep up just fine. I was Lord Commander of Waloed's armies. I think I can handle a patrol.” Sleipnir rolls their eyes and lets out an irritated noise when Gav's hand claps on their shoulder. This all feels so utterly ridiculous, playing nice for the sake of what exactly? Sleipnir knows their misery is palpable, that it encroaches on everyone and everything. How can they ever be truly happy when the truth of their nature lies just beneath the surface?
Still, they sigh and follow him out because it's not like they have any other choice. Not really. It would be fine. They shouldn't be out too late…right? “Clive says that it's time I start contributing to the Hideaway apparently, so this is where he's having me start,” they say, wrinkling their nose. “I suppose he thinks you're the best person to keep an eye on me, Gav, other than himself.”
@phantasiiae said : " i did not expect company in such a lonely place. " from dion!
SEPHIROTH HALTS AT THE THRESHOLD OF THE BALCONY, taken aback by the sudden acknowledgment of his arrival. for a moment, he is perturbed. was he not quiet enough, he wonders. what about him alerted to his presence? his footfalls were careful enough; he has too many years of training in stealth and combat. but then he remembers, with something akin to relief, this isn't a battlefield. prince dion is not an enemy. not yet, anyway. the brewing storm in the king's royal hall may soon say otherwise.
another minor relief, the air is colder but sweeter out here. it doesn't contain any of the dense pollution of a proper aetherflood, the one that dwindles at the margins, choking the life out of waloed and all its inhabitants and creatures. somehow the balcony seemed like a rare pocket in the world spared of the corruption happening everywhere else.
" my apologies, your grace. i didn't expect anyone to be out here. if you do not wish my company, i will find somewhere else. "
"I didn't say that I didn't want your company. Sephiroth, is it?"
Dion turns around to face him with a small smile, clasping his hands behind his back. He feels uneasy with all of this, but they're not enemies. Not yet. Whatever his father and King Barnabas are arguing about now is not really any of Dion's concern, to an extent. All he knows is that he'll be expected to fight...or not, if they can somehow work out an agreement. Doubtful, considering how stubborn his father is, but oh well.
"I'm Dion, so please just address me as such," he says as he moves to sit down on the nearby bench, looking out over the balcony with a sigh. "This all feels very pointless, doesn't it? These talks. It feels like it's just delaying the inevitable."
