“Um, are you busy, Finnian?” Noah asks, an old sweatshirt in hand. He’s quiet when asking the question, hoping that he wasn’t disturbing the other. Holding up the top he shows the damage to one worn out sleeve.
It had been discovered just earlier when he was folding laundry. Anyone else would have probably thrown the shirt away but Noah didn’t want to part with it just yet. He was fond of the whimsical beach scene on the front and the softness of the fabric. “There’s a hole in the sleeve, can you fix it? It doesn’t have to be right now or anything. I’d do it but I don’t know how to sew..”
(not technically repressed but it is one he wouldn’t possible remember. once the idea was in my head I really wanted to write it)
It was a painfully long 17 hours or labor. The first tiny cry was heard and a audible sigh of relief is heard among the maids within the room. A short, plump woman is holding a bundle, giving it wary glances as she went to the side of the bed.
“Congratulations Miss, a baby boy.” She hesitates to add the routine ‘healthy’ as she wasn’t sure it would be the truth. Being a mid-wife for 25 years she had seen all sorts of babies; big ones, small ones, ones that cried all the time and some that never got the chance to utter a sound. But this particular child was..interesting. All ten fingers and toes, a healthy weight, everything a mother would want to see in her newborn. Yet he lacked the oddest thing, color. From head to toe, even the thing wisps of hair were as white as a dove.
“Give him to me, please,” A tired voice sounds from the bed, arms reaching out to take a hold of the bundle. She cradles him closely, blonde hair escaping her braid and falling forward. The woman knew why her mid-wife sounded wary by looking at the child but she didn’t care. He was beautiful, her love overwhelming her at the sight of her newborn. “He’s lovely, such a delicate thing..oh look, he has the most fascinating eyes.”
“They remind me of the poppies in the garden.” Tiny eyes flicker open, crying quieting down as he took his first look at the world. Pink hues gaze up into blue ones. Just brought into the world and he can already feel the love radiating off this wonderful being that held him.
“Welcome home, my little angel.”
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A harsh nightmare has the female waking up in a cold sweat and breathing heavily. She lies in bed for a moment before sitting up. It was mid morning, later than she usually awoke. Not being awoken by a baby’s cry (as she had been for the past month) has her worried and she rushes to the crib just feet away from her own bed.
“Noah? Noah?!” The crib is empty and her cries become louder, frantically calling out for her child. Maids come in to calm her but it is no use, she is desperate to know where her son is. A dark, broad figure steps into the room. A male who bears no expression but that of cold stone.
“Where is he!? Where’s my child!!?” The cries of his wife do nothing to his composure, not a hint of concern on his face.
“The spawn you created with that piece of filth chef is gone.” He straightens his tie, turning around. It had to be done if he wanted to keep his image untarnished. No way he would risk that thing accidentally being spotted. “As is the garbage himself. Be grateful I let you carry it to full term.”
And he’s gone, leaving the woman to fall to her knees in tears. The maids are able to put her to bed again when the weeping grows weak and she can no longer put up resistance. Two weeks later the household is again thrown into commotion with her death. No employee dare speaks but in hushed tones about the rumors of whether the lady of the house was killed or if she had simply died from a broken heart.
Send "You have cute chubby cheeks!" For my muses reaction.
“Ehh?” The comment was followed by a peck on his cheeks causing the albino to blush. Hands shot up and cup his cheeks, white hair flying as he shakes his head. “Finniannnn! S-saying something like that, so embarrassing!” Though there was no one else around it felt as if Finnian had shouted it out to the world.
“I..I-” Noah gives up, instead of speaking he wraps his arms around the spirit, burying his face in the soft material of Finnian’s shirt. He just needed a minute to calm down, that was all. Holding onto his boyfriend helped, physical touch aiding to soothe his embarrassment. Finally he looks up, cheeks still pink and a small pout on his pale lips.
“As long as you think it’s cute then okay..but if you are going to say something embarrassing like that you should give me a proper kiss.” He pulls up and plants a ‘proper’ kiss on the spirit’s lips. Unwrapping his arms he squishes Finnian’s cheeks, giggling softly. “I think yours are cuter. Yes, much cuter~”
character in general: I love all of Blue’s characters, despite how much I make fun of them ooc. They’re really interesting to interact with and I do with almost all of them across my threes accountshow they play them: They are OCs, so there isn’t really a bad way to characterize them. That being said they are flushed out characters and I can tell, both from experience and talking with her, that she’s put a lot of thought into her characters and their backstories. the mun: Blue is sweet, she talks to me ooc a lot and we generally just talk, either about her OCs, interactions with my OCs, or just about what’s going on. The short of it all is that I’m glad to call her a friend
do i;
follow them: Yesrp with them: Not on this account, but yeswant to rp with them: Obviouslyship their character with mine: Another case of not on this account, and I don’t plan to ship Akihito with any of her muses.
what is my;
overall opinion: Great characters and an amazing mun. If you aren’t already following her, then you should do so.
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.
send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.
Name: Luca
Gender: M
General Appearance: wavy silver hair that reaches their neck, heterochromia (1 green and 1 blue eye) but with a mixture of both colors in each eye (does that make sense |D), very delicate and proper in apperance
Personality: polite, shy, rational thinker, a pacifist
Special Talents: Painting (as well as drawing with charcoal), piano
Who they like better: It’s a even amount both ways. For human worries he can go to Noah, but being half spirit there are lots of things he only feels comfortable going to Finnian for
Who they take after more: Noah, though inherited Finn’s shyness
Personal Head canon: Is very messy when he paints/draws, it will get everywhere on him. Other than that he is very clean and tidy.
