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9) Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

Ianthina usually doesn’t sleep at night and that’s because she has her night job to attend to, but when she does sleep. Her dreams are mostly vibrant colors of earthy tones in a blank canvas. She doesn’t know what it means. But there would be at times when her earthy tones turn into blackness and colors of red seep through darkness with voices calling out for help. when that happens, usually something bad always happens. With that, she tends to try to put off sleep as much as she can.

11) What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Wicca is  religious belief system centering around gods, goddesses, and nature worship, therefore Ianthina believes in GODS. She believes in the mighty powers such as the great mother goddess and horned god and the moon goddess. She strongly believes that all life on earth is equal and there must be a balance in the system; something that the magic in wicca shows her. 

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

I don’t think Ianthina has more than two unusual characteristics seeing how she is still developing and what not. But I can say that her first one would be mixing french with korean whenever she talks. It tends to be small phrases but she still does it. and her second one would probably her need for skinship. Whether it’s strangers or not, she always has the need for skinship. 

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-- And the shadows shall dance for you, @anastasic!

She chuckled, lifting an ax up, and slamming it down onto a piece of log, splitting it in half. What was supposed to be a short ride between cities took an unforeseen turn when a deer ran across the high way, prompting their speeding car to harshly break, and subsequently skid off road and down a trench.

Thankfully, aside from minor cuts and bruises, they were mainly alright. Now being stuck out in a forest often meant poor signal, and so after failing to restart the car, walking to the nearest point of habitation seemed like the most sensible thing to do.

So now, they had managed to seek shelter at a hospitable old couple’s old-fashioned house, that used an actual furnace to keep the small space warm. And that’s how they ended up with a pile of logs to prep for the night.

“Trust me, throwing blades, swinging blades… it’s all part of my job description.” She breathed a playful laugh. She wasn’t lying one bit. But yes, after such a rough impact, she was bound to hurt her muscles one way or another. Yet she’d rather handle the pain than idle around while others did all the work, (and she couldn’t be of much help in the kitchen, really), so she was not about to complain at all about her current chore.

Leaning on his own ax, Byunghun admires the female’s dedication and strength. He’s supposed to be helping her as well but Byunghun isn’t exactly on the strong side of the spectrum. Never has been. So when his arms start to ache and he finds himself missing more than hitting the logs, he gladly turns the task over to her. And now, about a dozen logs later, he’s still lazying around while she does all the work. His own morals not matching hers. 

That’s not to say he’s not doing his own fair share of helping out. He’s just not doing the work, commanding the shadows to do odd work instead. Fixing hidden holes in the roof, cleaning out the gutters and making sure all the pipes in the house are safe and sound. Even asking them to clear out any termites that could potentially ruin the house’s frame. So really, he is helping but in less... obvious ways.

Not to mention that Renata hasn’t said anything about his laziness or lack of physical help. So until she does mention it, he’ll probably continue what he’s doing.-- Which is nothing, really. Except pestering the female while she continues her task.

She looks happy, despite their banged up states. Though his wounds have already begun to heal, the two of them are out in the open light. It’s taking them a bit longer to close up entirely and fade into their silver, nearly-invisible lines. But he doesn’t mind the time it’s taking to heal, even if some of them are a bit itchy. Like the cuts on his face from the broken glass slicing at his skin when they crashed. 

His body still aches. The deer was a surprise to him, too, so he couldn't react in time to get them out of the car before they crashed. And if he’s still sore, he can only imagine how much worse it is for the female.

“I trust you, I trust you,” he says, twice for emphasis. “But you’re obviously not like me so take it easy, yeah? What good is it if you make your injuries worse and I have to drag your ass around when he elave?” Though his words sound rude, he says them lightheartedly, almost teasingly. He wouldn’t mind having to do that, transportation is one of his specialties but he isn’t sure if he should bring it up or not.

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❛ Are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting it? ❜

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「 ❈ 」 It was definitely FEAR that was coursing through her body. Ian was shaking- no she was trembling down to her bones with fear. It was out and like she feared the most, it was in the front of the news paper. ‘ CEO’S RED HAIRED VIXEN MISTRESS CAUGHT BY WIFE.’ the title having her cringe with disgust; she wasn’t even a mistress damnit She was merely a dancer;  but she supposed that was better than having stripper bold in the front page. After learning of that on the internet, Ian had gone and dyed her hair to a dark brunette color to keep herself from being discovered. “ it’s a large crisis so let me deny it.” She whispered to the other, refusing to look at the eyes of the woman. Hands clenching to the side. “ I don’t know what to say about this. There is no way i am leaving the comforts of my house until this blows off. that’s my plan.”

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