Talk about us.
What they define their relationship with your muse as:
“..Intense...overwhelming and whole...? It’s unbearable and it aches and all the same I understand it. I get it. In truth it does not feel to terribly different from before, shock made everything horrifying and time made it enlightening. I can put to words what I was beginning to fear. ”
Something they like about your muse:
“I like how you cry, that voice when it hitches and that gloomy demeanor you take when others see to bad-mouthing you. I like how you used to seek me out, how you curled around me as I comforted you. Though my tongue can form no false I felt that I could tell you anything and you would listen. I like how you are so eager to become my everything. My sword, shield, voice and action. You wanted me to rely on you, put trust in you - you made me wish I could. Though you are stronger...you would bow to me, wouldn’t you?”
Something they dislike about your muse:
“I hated so much that I was not enough. What I buckled and gave you wasn’t nearly enough. You wanted more, and you complained night and day about it. The one thing I was not able to do. I do not believe you understood just how impossible it was. I hated that you did not listen. I hate the lies. You wish for me to trust you and yet....you lie.”
Their first impression of your muse:
“Some Freygardian prince who is in far over their head. I believed there was nothing you could say or do to sway me. A man you pursues me as one would do their intended and doesn’t even realize it. A pure heart who is only asking, begging to be stained.”
Their impression of your muse now:
“Sebastian, you are...someone who does not know how to not love anyone. That’s surely unbearable. You are a tragic story all on your own. There is...a strange complexity I had ignored. Intriguing? Maybe. Though I know so much without you having to tell me. Like staring at a nearly complete puzzle. I know what you are, and what you will be, and yet, I still wish to finish it. Complete it, not as if I do not know but rather, because I know....and I want to see it. ”
How they feel about your muse:
“I love you, Sebastian. Aren’t those the words you wanted to hear from me? It’s agonizing, and yet I don’t want it to end. As if, perhaps if it goes on it will change. Maddening really. At first I would reason, that I would do what you liked, I came to trust, after that night, that you would not seek to ruin me. I let you see me as much as you like, leave for as long as you like, but now I feel that perhaps you are putting distance between us. Sebastian...I cannot have that. I will not have that. I’ll see you dead before you leave me....before...I - ”
Something they are hiding from your muse:
“The cure. I remembered.”
Something they wish they could to tell your muse:
“Sebastian...it all started with you. How is it, that you could not come to hate me? It would have made things...so much simpler. I am not kind...I do not act out of some generosity in my heart but for my own selfish reasons. I know this - it is how I am to be and I embrace it. I am proud. And yet...when you came to confess to me, despite how I treated you...You don’t understand how it...ruins. You know how I am, don’t you? Giving me your affections...the worst thing you could do then was take them away...no one should come to love a sort like me. I can’t....let go. Sebastian... I love you. You will listen wont you? If I have to take Freygard for you to hear me, I will. I will lay your Dove’s body on top the carnage and I’ll say it again. I love you, Sebastian.”
