“How long have you been standing there?” ( Vidia! )
“Not long at all. Okay.. maybe quite awhile but I was curious. I’m sorry. What were you doing? I mean you don’t have to tell me but seriously you alright? Whatever you were doing looked.. odd.”
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“How long have you been standing there?” ( Vidia! )
“Not long at all. Okay.. maybe quite awhile but I was curious. I’m sorry. What were you doing? I mean you don’t have to tell me but seriously you alright? Whatever you were doing looked.. odd.”
*checks to see if you have an axe nearby* nope, coast seems clear yes hello I'll take an order of all the choices for Vidia 🤐
❤ : Would my muse have sex with yours if they asked.
Lucius often told himself that when it came to sex he would keep it unattached and emotionless. Something to pass the time over the years. He’d been turned off by the notion by his sire. And yet, Vidia, who smelled of something sweet under the skin, as if her blood were made of something else entirely, would be an exception. If asked or prompted, he would comply with great warning, but also great enthusiasm... especially if roleplay were involved.
✉ : What would they say in a love letter to your muse.
Vidia,
I left my cooler at your house. If I get it back and there’s a human heart on ice, I will not be disappointed.
Love always,Lucius
☼ : What kind of outfit they think your muse should wear.
Something with a high neckline. Although he would not say no to watching her walk about her house with a shirt that barely graced the top of her jeans, letting her midriff dance in and out of view. He would only look when she was pre-occupied.
£ : If our two muses went on a date, who would they expect to pay for it.
They’d probably fight over it and end up splitting the bill. Or take turns paying. Seeing as Lucius doesn’t eat, these ‘dates’ would likely be movie dates, so Lucius would buy the tickets online and never accept compensation.
★ : What their favorite thing is about your muse.
Most people dance around Lucius’ vampirism, or completely ignore it. Vidia embraces it and doesn’t hesitate to state her mind. Lucius appreciates the honesty. He also appreciates their shared love for certain movie genres.
♚ : What my muse thinks your muse is good at.
One of Lucius favorite things to do is watch Vidia at the Wolf’s Den. She is amazingly dedicated to her job. She effortlessly makes drinks, serves tables, and bitches at customers and employees alike. Lucius people-watched her for a long time before they eventually spoke, and considered basing a character off her in one of his novels. He’s leaning heavily against that, now that he would be found out.
♋ : Who would be the big spoon and who would be the little spoon.
Vidia is the big spoon. If it were Lucius, he would bite her.
♒ : How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.
“If you’re not afraid of her, you haven’t been paying attention.” ((do they have inside jokes already ohmygod))
☢ : If they view your muse as a friend or enemy or love interest.
In current RP time. A friend. Lucius tries to avoid letting himself fall for people because it usually ends in pain.
✘ : What one thing they would change about your muse.
Honestly, Lucius wouldn’t change a thing. Maybe not have such delicious fairy blood running through her veins. That would help.
❥ : Where would they kiss your muse if they had to kiss them right now.
Yes, he would. But he would be very self conscious about it. Unless, as stated in the first question, roleplay were involved.
( both I want both can I have both because Curtis to anyone crawling into bed is bound to be perfection to see )
send ‡ for my muse’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with them.
Cameron
Why had he agreed to this? He didn’t like people in his house, he had a spare room sure, but that wasn’t for just anyone. That was reserved for important people like his mom, The Obama’s or the Queen. Or on rare occasions, Adam. Yet he’d pointed to the bedroom down the hall for Cameron to sleep for the night, one night.
He went about his evening the same, staying up much later than he meant because his alarm to stop watching tv didn’t go off, like always. He groaned and finally crawled into bed. He’d just gotten comfortable, when he heard footsteps coming towards his room. He waited, wondering if Cameron would just turn back. But alas, he didn’t. The door opened and he stepped into Curtis’ room. “If you were hoping for a sleepover or sharing my bed you were mistaken. I do not share my bed with anyone. Go back to bed Cameron.”
So he wasn’t sure exactly how he’d ended up with a pillow wall beside him and Cameron on the other side. He recalled being very adamant about not sharing his bed, but he was too tired to care, he’d push the other out of bed in the morning as punishment.
Vidia
Curtis realized he need to take a day off and recenter himself. He’d offered Vidia to stay at his place, why he wasn’t sure. He gave her the option of the couch or the spare room after giving her a quick tour, and disappeared before she asked anything more of him. He was being far to nice to people these days, he was a private guy for the most part. Liked keep his space as his, if he had more people over he’d feel the need to redecorate or something to feel like it was his again. And oh did Curtis hate redecorating, he didn’t need new stuff. He’d picked everything out so carefully, and put it together in such a minimalistic way. Yet here he was unable to sleep at the thought of someone else was in his house.
Vidia was nice enough, she agreed with him on somethings and they spoke in passing. So he knew she wasn’t going to wreck the place, or he hoped she wouldn’t. Out of everyone, he shouldn’t be worried, he wouldn’t be bother by her. “Really?” He called out at the light that opened into his room after a small knock. “Out of everyone, I thought you’d let me sleep alone.”
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send ‡ for my muse’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with them.
@flightlcssvidia
“Okay, I think I prefer Wednesday a little more over ‘The Grudge,’” Lucius chuckled from where he sat by the headboard of the bed, watching as Vidia made her way to him from the foot. They’d made some headway into Stranger Things on Netflix, but took a break after the first episode to compare favorite movie and television monsters. Lucius had just attempted a horrible impression of the Babadook and vowed to never again let Vidia convince him to do anything. She had her long hair down and over her face and was actually quite convincing. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Lucius saw it coming as soon as she changed her hair, he would have been honestly scared at the denizen of the deep coming up to steal his soul. Of course, at this point, he wasn’t aware if he even had one anymore, so Vidia could steal whatever she liked and he wouldn’t mind at all.
“we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” ( vidia )
send my muse “we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” for their reaction.
Landon smiled looking up from his phone, a smile so hungrily devious it would put satan himself to shame. He locked the screen and slipped the phone back into his pocket resting his chin ever so innocently on his hands. “--I could think of something else that’d be a whole lot more fun.”
11 | 15 | 19 | 23
11: Best friend?
“@sleepyrory for sure.”
15: Favorite movie
“How can I pick just one?? How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days or no wait, 50 First Dates! NO, P.S I Love You! Or or, The Other Women. I can’t pick just one.”
19: A fact about your personality
“Hm, well I’m very insecure sometimes. In a lot of cases my rambling comes from being insecure, which turns into being nervous.”
23: My relationship with my sibling(s)
“My relationship with @elsxabrahms… It used to be really good, when we were little she was my best friend. Now though, we hardly speak. Even less after our last conversation…”