#fromthedeepinferno

[heasutairu-blog]

（　´_ゝ`） （´∀｀）

（　´_ゝ`） : Who or what is your muse most indifferent about?

“Something I’m indifferent about? Ehehe, that’s pretty tough, because Shiro says I’m always getting excited about anything and everything... Hmm... Well, I’ve learned to be indifferent to people that make fun of me for being gay. It’s something that still hurts, but once you start to get into your 40′s, you really don’t really care what other people think about you.”

（´∀｀） : What could your muse care less about?

“Oooh, another tough question~! It’s one thing to be indifferent, but it’s even harder for me to find something I could less about. Hmmm hmmm hmmm... Red cabbage. Boiled, red cabbage is something I could care less about, because it tastes so gross! Does... that count?”

[dxtsu-blog]

"You must be a roommate."

    The cyborg eyed the other male. ‘A roommate’, Ah right. For a moment he had forgot that there was other roommates in where he was staying. This being the first chance to meet one of them anyway. In retrospect. He didn’t like the idea of being cooped up with others under a roof. Raiden often appreciated when he had the silence to himself and that’s how he’d cope. But the situation was out of his control in the mean. So he’d shrug it off.

     “...I’d take it that you are one of my roommates then.”

[iceflurries-blog]

@fromthedeepinferno​

“Have you come to stop me?”

It was a guarded voice that greeted him and his companion as Elsa stepped out from the shadows of an oversized chamber, empty except for a lonely ice-cold throne. She couldn’t make sense of her transition from the city to this hauntingly familiar castle. Only one thing remained clear -- her powers were back in full force and try as she might she knew not how to quell the storm that raged outside that mirrored the one in her heart.