Sep 26, 2015
❝How is my favorite person this morning?❞
“Now that my favorite person is here I am feeling better. Even if I am still hating the mornings. It’s not my time of the day.”
seen from Spain
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Maldives
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Spain
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from France
seen from United Kingdom
❝How is my favorite person this morning?❞
“Now that my favorite person is here I am feeling better. Even if I am still hating the mornings. It’s not my time of the day.”
(Verse with Lokibannerpool) ❝Ay Horseface!❞
Sleip jumped when he heard a womans voice and turned, frowning softly at the familiar face. “...Sigyn. To what to I owe the pleasure?” Probably nothing nice. Since she called him horseface.
What is this?
Send “What is this?” for your muse to find something personal that belongs to my muse
“N-Nothing give me that.” He stuttered and reached for the picture.
“You started a cult!?”
“I didn’t mean to it just happened!”
What if, you had been raised as a child rather than someone's animal?
“...I’d be a legit prince if that was the case...”
//oh god a legit prince Sleip. Lets be thankful you’re a homeless scumbag.
“...cheers.”
★
My muse is having a nightmare and is reacting physically to it by screaming, send ★ for my muses reaction to being woken up by yours.
Floki cried out and heard the deafening echo of his own scream surrounding him like a vortex. As his eyes flashed open he realised he was still there…in the cave, his limbs bound, mouth dry as stone and sweat trickling down the side of his face. He was used to waking up here now, though he had no idea how long he’d been trussed up, only this time he wasn’t alone. A woman was by his side, shaking him from his nightmare, her face so seemly, so honest that he couldn’t have mistaken her for anyone else. “Sigyn?” Floki whispered, mustering all the strength he had left.
Don’t touch him!"
Send “Don’t touch her/him.” to see my muse’s reaction to your muse defending them against a physical threat.
“I don’t need your damn help,” Alex almost sneered at the woman. It was unusual for him to lose patience with people so quickly, but it was something about how the woman claimed to know him so well that angered him.