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Muse Bravery Checklist

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My muse would …

[ X ] Spend the night in a haunted building [ X ] Go into a burning/collapsing building to save someone [ ] Take a shortcut through a dark alleyway [ ] Stay calm with a weapon pointed at them [ X ] Be confident defending themselves from an attack [ ] Touch a dangerous exotic animal [ X ] Take someone else’s punishment to protect them [ ] Travel to an unknown place by themselves [ ] Spend a night in the woods alone [ ] Witness (or join) a seance [ ] Play a scary video game in the dark alone [ ] Explore a pitch black catacomb with only one light [ X ] Contact the spirit of someone they once knew [ ] Spend the night in a cemetery [ ] Sit in a room with one hundred creepy dolls [ X ] Hang their feet over the edge of a tall building [ ] Swim in dark, murky waters without being able to touch the bottom [ X ] Use or accept a powerful magic spell [ ] Be covered in spiders, snakes, or other insects [ X ] Go looking for the source of a mysterious sound late at night [ ] Spend an hour sealed up in a coffin [ ] Go sailing miles from shore without any communication [ ] Use a Ouija board [ ] Go diving in a dark, underwater cave [ X ] Climb through a long tunnel just big enough to fit through [ X ] Explore a spot where cult rituals were performed [ ] Go walking late at night, alone [ X ] Spend the night in a home where someone was murdered [ ] Go surfing on the Dark Web [ ] Play an urban legend game (bloody mary, the midnight man, etc…) [ ] Stay home alone with a suspected killer on the loose [ ] Climb a dangerous mountain where many others have died on their way to the top [ ] Explore ancient ruins where strange things have happened [ ] Touch a supposedly cursed object [ X ] Check out a creepy cellar or attic [ X ] Cross an unstable bridge over a huge drop [ ] Pick up a hitchhiker in the middle of the night

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acrimonies.

    The hand so close to his wound has his posture stiffening nervously, absolutely still- now that the adrenaline of that form had worn off, he was starting to feel the sting of the cut. Plus, his jaw was starting to ache. Thank Sol Aaron hadn’t hit it nearly enough to shatter or displace it, but it was sure to leave one hell of a bruise.

    “Preferably with your emotions, but that can come later, since you just went through a lot.” He tries to laugh it off to make Aaron feel better, but with how dead his eyes look, it’s hard for it to seem genuine. Even such a strained smile can bring him a hint of comfort, but he buries his head in his palms, furiously rubbing at them- ah, that damned left eye of his was burning again.

    “I can’t keep doing this to you. You know that. I could’ve killed you.”

   Truly, they were too tired to really move or to get back onto their feet - even to properly speak ( but the attempt was made, nonetheless ). “But it wasn’t ‘you’ who did all that. So, stop saying like it was..” Their voice had been quiet, barely audible. Heaving a sigh of exhaustion, Aaron then decided to rest their head on Lucian’s unhurt shoulder in an attempt to perhaps comfort both of them simultaneously.

        If they weren’t so exhausted, they’d certainly be clinging to the swordsman again.

       “Should we.. go to an inn? I don’t think they’ll be happy if we walked into the hideout like this..” And it was obvious that neither of them was in the mood to be scolded by not one, but three people.

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acrimonies.

    He was surprised that Aaron hadn’t pushed him away, but then again, any kind of trust that this child threw at him always seemed to shock him, despite how many times it had happened, over and over again. It unnerved him, made him feel guilty that he had turned an innocent child into something that was so ready to kill, but also so trusting of even the most dangerous people.

    “Aaron, please…Are you listening to me?” Without thinking, he brushes a few tears off of Aaron’s cheek, moving their hair out of their face in the same movement. “You have to let go of me.” His resolve is fading, however, and he can’t help but want to care for the other.

  Of course, Aaron did as was asked - even if it was reluctant. Their hands linger just by Lucian’s shoulders ( one hand almost touching the wound there ) before letting go,  their hands resting on their legs. It all felt so heavy, almost suffocating; the young gunslinger felt as if they couldn’t leave even if they wanted to. At the moment, it actually even felt difficult enough to breathe.

       “With my hands, or with my emotions?” A half-hearted laugh left them in an attempt to repress more tears. “Because one I can do, but not the other..” They try a smile, hoping it would just be enough, despite how forced it was. By Sol did Aaron feel guilty about it all - they were the reason this all started in the first place, no?

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acrimonies.

    “Tingles like… how?” A little more description could be the difference between signs of infection and a normal reaction, and Lucian was far from wanting to take the risk, especially with someone so young.

    He reaches for bandages, only to realize he doesn’t have any- so, the vampire hunter quickly takes off his jacket, wiping smeared blood off the rest of their arm if only to end up with more of on himself before wrapping both his sleeves around it to calm the flow of blood. “Does it burn or sting?”

     “It feels like needles, so.. it stings?”

  The moment Lucian had tried to wipe away some of the blood, the entirety of Aaron’s arm twitched along with a momentary shift in their expression. If anything, they looked more intrigued by the wound rather than worried. Was this what adrenaline was? The young gunslinger wasn’t sure.

    “I feel a bit.. lightheaded. I should lie down, right? Ernest told me that..”

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      “It was.. a hound? I’m not sure..? Perhaps a bok..?”

  Voice awfully monotone, it was almost disturbing to see Aaron not be energetic ( happy, panicking, or otherwise ) - their expression fairly blank. Perhaps it was the nature of the wound or seeing such a large amount of their own blood that put them into such a state of shock. They even were scarily obedient.

        “It tingles.. is that normal?”

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acrimonies.

    Ah, that’s quite enough for him- he collapses forward, touch now gentle, feeling as if he might just pass out right then and there. “Aaron-” (Damnit, why are you crying? Why are you making yourself vulnerable? Come back to your senses!) Those knifelike claws and fangs remain, gleaming like jewels in a way that disgusts him more than all else.

    “Aaron, stay away from me.” Damnit, don’t cry, don’t cry! More than anything, it hurts to change back, the hatred seeping through his veins weighing him down like cinder. “It’s okay, I deserved it, I’m dangerous.” You’d be better off killing me- a thought that Aaron would never entertain, much to his displeasure, one that makes his chest hurt and his heart heavy.

    “Go, stay away…before something like this happens again...”

   Lucian wasn’t the lightest person around, but he was certainly less heavy than you would think he’d be - so, Aaron was able to keep him from fully falling forward despite their own exhaustion. In truth, they were still scared, still shaking, but they wouldn’t dare leave the other on their own right now.

  No, no no no! He didn’t deserve that pain, he didn’t deserve to be hurt like the gunslinger had only minutes ago. Aaron wanted to make that clear with words, but all that came from them were choked sounds and sobs. All they could really do, was cling to Lucian, too afraid to let go ( as if he’d disappear the second they did ).

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acrimonies.

    Really, had he? In this current state of mind, Lucian’s memory was so fuzzy, almost annoyingly so, to the point where he could hardly remember why he had taken this form in the first place. Yet, it’s a familiar sentiment, and trying to wrack his brain has his head hurting.

    With little control on his part, Lucian sinks to one knee, inwardly disgusted at the thought of having some little brat look down on him- yet, the thought brings anger, not at Aaron, but rather at himself, something in his heart reacting. How frustrating, how silly.

    “Maybe I had, but people change, don’t they? Now that I’ve tasted immortality, I know how foolish I was…” Try as he might, it was rather clear that he was no longer capable of stringing together any particularly interesting words. “You’re so spunky…if it wasn’t so annoying, I’d be proud.” (but i am proud, i will always be proud of how far you’ve come, so just end it already!) “Childish dreams… should be forgotten.”

  Would be proud, huh? Wasn’t he already, then? If Aaron’s memory served them well, they were certain that Lucian said he was proud of them not that long ago. But the one speaking right now wasn’t Lucian, not really, and the gunslinger knew that - even so, a child’s heart was especially fragile. So eventually in silence and with still insecure and trembling steps, Aaron made the distance between them smaller until they were within the other’s reach.

   And without a warning, the young gunslinger wrapped their arms around Lucian’s neck in some sort of hug, hiccuping softly ( their gun now on the ground, forgotten ).

   When they spoke, their voice was shaky as tears streamed down their face once again. Truly, they hated nothing more than seeing a loved one in pain. “That stab with the knife.. it hurt, didn’t it? Along with that knee to your face.. I’m sorry...”

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acrimonies.

    He’d have stopped them, but he stops to cough, leaning over to quite violently hack up thick clumps of dark matter. Breathing heavy, he holds his stomach, standing back up straight. “Oh… and here I thought you were finally growing up.” His theatrics are growing weak, energy spread thin- already, his arms are shaking.

    This form had never been intended for long term use, and the strain on his body was apparent. “You’d be better off not getting attached to people, since they’ll all die in the end. Me, and you, and Ellen, and Trinity…Everyone…” Another cough. “Human lives are so fragile.” A gag, putting a clawed hand to his mouth. “Human…Lucian…I’m far from it.”

  Luckily, Aaron knew well enough that Lucian’s dark trance never really took long - thanks to experience, they knew that he was stalling, forcing himself to remain like this despite his body’s protests. All they had to do now is stay at a distance and wait, hopefully.

  But now, the young gunslinger could feel their blood starting to boil just in the slightest ( not in anger, but rather with annoyance and the energies of this moment ).

      “You told me that life is a precious thing because it’s not eternal! That the bonds we share with people make our lives worth living! And even if I haven’t grown up yet, I’m still more mature than you are being right now and ever will be, so shut up!!”

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acrimonies.

    The knife in his shoulder is shock enough to disrupt him, teeth snapping together as he pulls away with a hiss. Thick, brackish blood oozes down his sleeve, rolling through the crevices between the spikes on his sleeve. Through his teeth, dark matter drips, clearly brought about from the wound.

    “GUH-” Ah, now he’s certainly thrown off guard. Rubbing his jaw and stumbling backwards, he really has no choice but to let go as a finger rubs along something that’ll surely be a bruise later. “Haah…good. That was great. Now we can really get started, huh?”

      “We- we’re not starting anything!” Quickly scrambling back onto their feet, Aaron made sure to get a distance away from Lucian - the only sounds being the young gunslinger’s erratic heartbeat and the blood dripping off the gun’s knife onto the stone. As quickly as that adrenaline rush had come, it had also left. So when the young gunslinger spoke again, their tone of voice was shaky once more.

      “Please snap out of it Lucian, this- this isn’t you! Please- I’m begging you.. don’t leave me, too!”

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acrimonies.

    “Oh, stop crying! I’m getting tired, y’know- too much dark matter. Before long, I won’t be able to maintain this kind of strength, so hurry up.” Breath horridly warm, he leans closer, fangs coming close to brushing against Aaron’s skin. “Kill me. Come on! For someone so supposedly brave, you really do need something to shock you back to your senses.”

   And suddenly just like that, a rush of adrenaline finally helps Aaron to shove the silver knife that was mounted on the gun right into Lucian’s shoulder - but until the other let go, there was no way for the young gunslinger to get away. Still, in that very same rush, they manage to knock Lucian right on his jawline with their knee.

       “Is that shocked back to my senses enough for you?!”

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acrimonies.

    “Your dad didn’t trust this. Your dad trusted Sartana.” Rather abruptly, he crouches down and reaches for Aaron’s wrist, yanking it to himself with a bit too much force. “If he saw this happen to me, he would’ve killed me on the spot. So why won’t you, huh? If you love Lucian so much, put ‘im out of his misery!”

    Squeezing their wrist, he leans in, expression sinister. “Go on. Show me how much you trust me. Will you let me do as I want? Or will you kill me? Time’s a-ticking.”

   “I-.. I c-.. I can’t.. neither of those things..” Gritting their teeth close to cracking them, Aaron still somehow managed to lift the hand with their gun, the weapon still rattling loudly as it was now aimed at Lucian’s shoulder - the tip of the blade close to cutting into his flesh. Tears were now dripping down their face when they spoke again. “Bu-but if I have to-.. then I will..”

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acrimonies.

    “Such a coward. Do you really trust me that much? C’mon. Trust me, Aaron, I could devour you right now. Ha, haha!” A clawed hand goes to his chin, fanged grin opening a bit wider.

    “What’ll happen if I bite ya then, huh? You just gonna sit there and let it happen? Sit there like your dear ol’ dad when he died? I expected a little more out of you!”

    “I trust you because my dad did!” Is all they really managed to say clearly before they spotted the other’s grin and very obvious fangs. By now, all that Aaron could really do was tremble in fear as the gun in their hand rattled because of it. In fact, their knees finally gave out shortly after - resulting in the young gunslinger now helplessly sitting on the ground in fear ( still clutching the gun like a lifeline ).

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acrimonies.

    “Why would I care? Y’know, fear makes blood taste sweeter- ah, I’m getting excited already! If you hate it so much, why don’t you you try and shoot me down? It’s not like your babysitters could, even if they tried.”

  “I don’t want to do that! Not with you! And I- I know you wouldn’t do that to me! Because I trust you! I-.. I may be scared, but that doesn’t mean I’ll run from you!” Not like they could, with how badly their entire body was trembling.

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    “Hah! What, does this bother you? Grow up, kid!”

   “I’m only ten! And it does more than bother me! It scares me! A lot! If you don’t stop, I’m gonna tell Ernest and the others!”

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           “Lucian is... scary when using his dark trance...”

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  He knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy and clean job, that was what he was told from the start. And yet here he was, milliseconds away from death and still alive - but with a large heap of monster guts, blood and other bodily fluids in his lap. In fact, Aaron was now shaking and on the verge of tears the moment he glanced at his blood-soaked gun and gloves. Surely, it felt warm, but it also reeked.