𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 / xialing
1. What does your muse smell like? Of amber and vanilla, black pepper and cedarwood. It’s earthy, sweet and spicy, warm on her neck and skin. Sandalwood incense once, when she was younger and sat by her mother’s shrine for hours a day. Now, the scent lingers only sometimes (and it’s then you’d know where she had just been).
2. What do your muse’s hands feel like? Calloused. She is a fighter. Strong and sure; steady, slender and true to her aim. They are powerful hands, ones that have kept her alive all these years.
3. What does your muse usually eat in a day? Anything she wants, now that she’s no longer bound to the strict mealtimes set in her household. From snacking on egg tarts to curry fish balls, to bamboo steamed pork ribs over rice, laksa noodle soup, or beef noodle soup, and siu mai from Seven Eleven (not forgetting dimsum for breakfast every other week)— even fast food varieties, she’ll eat whatever she feels like eating at that time. Xialing likes to eat, and she isn’t a meager eater.
4. Does your muse have a good singing voice? It’s a voice that sounds better humming melodies and quietly singing under her breath than belting out loud.
5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics? Not at a glance. Discipline has been trained into her bones. But there are times where Xialing will sit with one or both of her knees up and her arm hooked around her own leg. It’s an act of self comfort, for all the times no one was around.
6. What does your muse usually look like/wear? Dark and comfortable clothes. Also practical ones, when it comes to fighting and travelling. Ideally, with lots of pockets. She likes strong, durable boots. Her hair is always neat, cut into a chin-length bob. Meticulous fingernails, and a pristine overall appearance.
7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so? She tries to be. But she’s grown with so little of it. Shortlived, gone the moment her mother passed away. But she tries, hard. It’s in her subtle words, when she says us instead of me. Ours instead of mine. It’s in the companiable silence, and the squeeze of her hand. Xialing has a lot of love to give, she just doesn’t know where it’ll go— where it can go, and how it’ll be received.
8. What position does your muse sleep in? Sideways, most of the time. With her back facing the wall, and another pillow in her arms, ideally. Or a person, but that’s circumstancial.
9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? No, you can’t. Her steps are light and graceful, her voice level enough even when they tremble with emotion. Xialing is not a loud person, but her presence is loud and demanding even when she stands in silence.
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