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⇧ - Bury my muse in blankets and turn on their favorite show

((I can’t find the post for this, but it was for comforting my muse. :’3)) || @rufus–shinra

Naia shifted in her position on the couch, her previous one getting uncomfortable after laying in it for so long. She’d been there most of the day, half-assed watching some rerun of a show she couldn’t care less about, but it was better than the other options.

When Rufus got home, she’d barely acknowledged her husband. Her mind was too busy thinking about things. That was one major side effect to becoming a stay at home mom, with no need to work; she often found herself overthinking things. And, when another mother at their children’s school had made a comment to her, it only started the whirlwind of thoughts.

She was pulled from her thoughts, however, when a blanket was tossed over her. And then another, and one more for good measure. Looking to the blonde, she blinked before a small smile broke across her lips.  “What’re you doing?” she asked, watching as he moved to change the input of the TV. And her smile only grew more.

How thoughtful he could be. Without so much as a text to let him know how she was feeling, he’d picked up the newest season of her favorite TV show. Even more thoughtful was the fact that he didn’t even like this show. As he came back to sit beside her, she wrapped her arms around him and swaddled them both in the blankets.  “I love you, you big softie.”

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{ Continued from Here } || @eyescfsorrow

Naia’s own gaze returned to the man before her, her head tilting as she thought. She didn’t know what compelled her to say such a thing to a stranger, but she found comfort in that he could relate to her words.

  ‘If home is where the heart is...’

The words lingered in her mind. Her brows furrowed, her expression giving away her thought process as it always did. The girl couldn’t lie or hide things. Her expression always betrayed her, no matter how hard she tried.

Slowly, she straightened her posture and turned from him, choosing to instead face a flowering bush to her side. Lifting her hand, she touched one gently, careful so as not to rip it from its branch.   “If home is where the heart is..,” she repeated. “Mine is leagues from here. Across the sea... Somewhere I barely even remember.”

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{ Continued from Here } || @laevisomnus-noctis

The redhead’s expression softened, a sigh of relief escaping her. The more he moved, the more her tensed body began to relax. He was alive, at least, so... There was that, she supposed. Stranger or not, she couldn’t help but worry when someone literally explodes themselves...

At his question, her head tilted just slightly. With pursed lips, the elf gave another sigh. Well, that answered her question, at least. He hadn’t heard her and she wasn’t about to repeat her babbling.   “You sort’ve answered my question already,” she stated, a soft smile forming. “I asked if you could hear me. Here, let me help you.” Without waiting for an agreement or dismissal on his end, she pulled the prince to a sitting position. “Where all are you hurt?” Again, she didn’t wait for an answer before checking him over. She grabbed each arm and lifted it, looking it over before moving to the next.

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37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

//Again: for her canon.

Naia gets lost in thought a lot. Any time she’s alone, she’s thinking. Whether it’s thinking about pressing matters that need handled/planned or contemplating/analyzing something. She’s smarter than she lets on and pays more attention to things than she lets on. She notices subtle movements, micro-expressions, every little twitch and analyzes them in relation to the situation for their meaning. (Granted, this is usually just when she first meets someone or in serious situations. On a normal, casual basis with someone she’s more or less comfortable with, she can be quite oblivious.)

She doesn’t daydream terribly frequently, but can occasionally be found laying down, looking at the sky, and doing so. It’s rarely anything too far-fetched; usually attempting to picture the various outcomes of something or other.

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42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

//Answering this for her canon verse.

There isn’t anything that I would say she needs compulsively, but she does have a strong desire to feel like she belongs somewhere. She wants to see the world change for the better, where her and others like her don’t have to be afraid. (Because, whether she admits it or not and no matter how well she can hide it, she’s always afraid of unfamiliar people.)