#dormant-violet

[tercrai-aloncruz-blog]

★☆

★: First thing that changes when they realize they care about your muse

I don’t even recall a time before I cared about you. Was there ever? If there was, it was only a little while, I think. First time I saw you, I already knew I cared for you immensely. 

☆: What they miss about your muse when they’re apart

Yeah, you know, just you, just you standing there all smiles and adorableness and fierce presentation. I feel a lot more whole when I am in your company, and incredibly lonely when I’m not.

[bade-wavewar]

(me: picks least intimate ones also me: BREAK MY HEART HOMIE)Ω♣♦

Ω Favourite feature of your muse’s

“Physical feature or mental feature? Hmm. Because we both know you’re incredibly beautiful, Violet, so how am I to choose a favorite physical feature? Your best mental feature that’s my favorite is easy though, that would be the sound of your laughter, and the easiness with which you end up laughing.”

♣ How they kiss your muse

“That’s a strange and very personal question, one would think you have different intentions with it. But, alas, given our great relationship, I’ll humor you.”

Sal is going to kill me for even talking about it. Bade gently placed one hand on her collarbone, move it up to the back of her neck, his thumb grazing the skin just below her ear, drawing small circles against it. Then he bent his own neck a little, his face edging closer towards her, while his other hand came upwards, so he could push her chin slightly upwards using his finger, and looked down slightly into her dark eyes. He closed the distance even further, till his lips were only a few millimeters from hers. Then he moved away. “And then I would kiss you, if I had a dead-wish.” 

♦ How they share a bed with your muse

“Like to platonic living lovers. Dream on, little one.”

[artificialautonomy]

A♣️

A♣️ - What’s your muse’s strongest talent?

E-0N was a caretaker droid specifically designed to train future jedi padawan. The talents built into him were directly related to his purpose: hand-to-hand combat, negotiation, diplomacy, story-telling, ability to pacify a young & temperamental child. Sometimes even easing the emotional highs & lows of adults. E-0N the battle droid for the rebellion had no choice but to develop the ability to fight with the intention to kill. Talents fine tuned and isolated in ranged combat as well as covert assassination when he fell into the hands of sith.

Eon as a spoiled son of the empire’s little pet droid learned what he must to become a future vessel for a dying boy. His talents often reflected the boy’s future as a war general– but it also reflected his passions. This boy loved music, and that aptitude for it was programmed into Eon. The skill is now buried in his damaged memory, but then he could play almost anything his hands were permitted to touch. Instruments from around the galaxy showing up for the son like war prizes from conquered nations his father led the skirmish against. Eon saw in these instruments ruined lives and decimated planets. He wouldn’t touch them.

Eon, one of the few droids of the Derelict, is also the most unreliable. His talent is untapped knowledge. When he’s right, he’s absolutely right, but barely anyone on the ship is risky or desperate enough to take a chance on his potentially invaluable mind. In him lies these dormant talents. The caretaker, the soldier, the artist. These forgotten talents surface sometimes, when he comforts a crying child on distant planet without being asked. When Xel puts a weapon in his hands just to see him look like he almost might know how to use it. When he watches someone drag a few notes out of an old instrument salvaged from the war, wondering about its familiarity. 

[ofpomonas-blog]

☯

☯: 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒

Was she sick? Those were the first thoughts Pom had about the young woman. Hidden behind Xeune as she stared at the little green veins crawling within Violet's skin. Later on, she discovered, of course, that Violet came from some type of plant or nature species that had those striking features. Pom couldn't really be hypercritical as her skin was white as porcelain, because of the sun hitting her planet differently or hardly getting sun at all.

Her behavior was also something that she had never seen before, as Venans were strict people, colder people that hardly show any type of affection. Pom did consider herself the odd one out as she was way kinder than her father was or even her mother. The people on the derelict were taking care of her, and as she had learned, you thank them with kindness or respect. --- Violet looked like she always had fun, singing and dancing through the halls. It just made Pom feel a little bit better and safer on board.

[ofpomonas-blog]

Lapis Lazuli

𝐿𝒶𝓅𝒾𝓈 𝐿𝒶𝓏𝓊𝓁𝒾: What is something about your life that you’ve been lying about?

Pomona Feara, the Princess of Vena, had to be erased. The people of the Derelict knew her as just Pom. The tiny girl that kept asking questions shared blunt opinions and tried to see the best in anything. She had to because it was better than falling apart, worrying about her home. That happened when she was mostly alone, and nobody could see her cry or miss the planet that she originally was from.

[bade-wavewar]

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(question 1 is answered here)

2. what was the best thing in your character’s life?

My brother, dear Violet. But perhaps we better not talk about that, okay. To anyone, it’s a very touchy subject.

8. how many friends does your character have?

Aren’t you all I need?

[bade-wavewar]

Deneb, wormhole, bellatrix

Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t?

I wish my brother would come back. I wish for you to stop asking every stranger for their name, planet of birth and digit code, and for us to get back to the ship as quickly as possible without any delay before the captain decides to leave us around. Also, to stop eating wild flowers. This place might look especially clean, but you never know who peed on that. But we both know you will continue to do these things, and I’ll have to bring you to a hospital. 

Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret?

Nobody forces me to do anything. Which is a lie, that I just forced myself to tell, because obviously… here we are. 

[artificialautonomy]

@dormant-violet​

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“I guess the adrenaline had us both giggly, we sat there for a while cracking up probably so we didn’t cry from worry or thankfulness that I didn’t fall.” When they finally stopped laughing with tears in their eyes, Violet looked up at Fern who had a suddenly serious face as he leaned over. “And well, it was no wonder that years later he became the one I first was intimate with.” A smile to herself as she looked at the ground hardened when she remembered that his whereabouts were still unknown. “I miss him.” She whispered mostly to herself before remembering where she was and grinning at Eon. “It’s a bit embarrassing right?”

Embarrassment. 

Eon is tied up in confusion at the idea, mind flickering over memories he could tie back to his understanding. Sometimes it was a blushing face. Or averted eyes that never found their way back. A heavy pause in easy conversation. The sharp turn of feet down the opposite alley kicking up dust to escape someone else. Half-thought out excuses and excessive babbling. It’s always manifesting in different ways, never the same, predictable only in its uniqueness. This time the emotion floods Violet’s skin. Eon finds himself distracted by the the red and green swimming in her veins, gaze trailing up her neck before returning to those familiar dark eyes.

“Which part is embarrassing for you? It is natural to make a mistake, even in familiar territory. You are inherently flawed.” Or maybe, she means the kiss. He knows he was built with the ability to still feel touch, but he’s never really had a desire to explore it. “Even if I don’t understand the appeal, I was curious. You are more honest than most, so I trust your answer.” And without missing a beat. “But why do you like it? If you still do it, that is.”