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  “Are you alright miss? I have a first aid kit with me right now.”

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" Me? Human? Contrary to belief: I'm more.. elvish, if you will."

[armouric-blog]

Saint.

Wisdom - The trait of utilizing knowledge and experience with common sense and insight.

This one’s a lot easier to quantify for Reiner. As something of the “big bro” of the 104th Trainees, the younger members of the group (such as Armin or Connie) come to him for advice a lot. And, despite being firmly against them, even if they don’t know it and he has trouble fully accepting it, Reiner always gives them pretty good advice. After all, he’s gotta keep their trust somehow.

[cloudedblades]

Saint.

Send me a virtue to hear how it applies to my muse!

Creativity The ability to create. A quality involving the generation of new ideas or concepts, or new associations of the creative mind between existing ideas or concepts.

Another kinda funny one. There’s nothing that really says that Cloud isn’t particularly creative, or artistic… but to my knowledge, the extent of his creativity that’s shown are six swords and a motorcycle to carry them into battle. Plus the overwhelming wolf motif. And I’m pretty sure Reeve had a hand in at least the first two.

Hey, for all we know, Cloud would be a genius painter, or sculptor, or something. (He has sculpted some wolves in Hive City, one out of snow and one out of… well, hair gel and toothpicks.) But his life hasn’t really been conducive to that kind of thing.

But I’m sure that Marlene an/or Denzel dragged their uncle/big brother into crayon coloring at least once.

[shalishadow-blog]

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“Heh yeah okay, I remember one time… I was left alone to manage the motel. Hell, I was old enough, I couldn’t complain that I was finally gaining responsibility…. But it was raining and foggy. Whole place looked like shit.” 

The air smelled of dirt, the humidity grew thick, making the clouds just heavy enough to touch the streets. Light rain pattered on the window sill, of his open motel window.

“My window was open, and I remember how fucking bright the neon signs all around me were. It all fit, when I started hearin’ a guitar and singin’ comin’ from one of the rooms.” 

The singing and guitar were slowly strummed and hummed melodies. The woman had a delicate voice that traveled across the silent lot of the motel. The old signs flickered slightly.

“It was the best thing I had ever heard. ‘Specially on that night. I was a huge pussy back then, I remember feeling sorry for myself and all that self demonizing bullshit. But at that moment. It’s like… I dunno. I stopped feeling for a little….” He trailed off, “So while we’re on the subject lets talk about something else…” Shalis grimaced.

The young boy listening to the singing felt awakened that night listening to the delicate voice and strums of a guitar. He had fallen in love with the concept of music that day. Ever since, he still sings to himself. Though he’d never admit it.

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“A sight for sore eyes! Haven’t we met already? In a previous lifetime or something? You, girl, look incredibely familiar.”

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In response to this meme: “SEND A  ▲ AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS.“

6. ❝Are we going to have a problem, me and you?❞ Shalis raised his silver eyebrows and his eyes went half lidded. Unamused. Yet another to add to his list of be wary of. So much for trying to socialize, though he knew it was a bad time. It always was. Good natured people were never any good with him anyway, if such people even exist, he thought snidely. It’s much better to be hated, as the cliche goes, and get the useless feelings out of the way fast. First impressions on those people were never any good to begin with.