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💀 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MY MUSE DURING A SCARY MOVIE // BUT REALLY I WANT THEM ALL

💀 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MY MUSE DURING A SCARY MOVIE

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She had insisted that she would be okay; that she was old enough to enjoy a scary movie. ( Isabelle always enjoyed Halloween, but she had always been more invested in dressing up like Princesses or Fairies as opposed to becoming a bloody bride or anything. ) Kaos had seemed skeptical at first - repeatingly asking if she was positively sure about this decision - but ultimately agreed, deciding to choose something that he thought would be scary but still age appropriate-- ‘Monster House’.

They were settled on the couch, big bowl of popcorn settled between them with drinks and even some candy despite the hour. ( ‘Aw, what the hell, it’s the weekend.’ ) At first, Isabelle couldn’t help but be excited;  swinging her feet as the darkened room glowed with the light from the television as the movie started, unable to keep herself from feeling somewhat proud-- this would, in some way anyhow, help prove the fact that she was becoming a big girl.

It was going smoothly so far... well, until the movie truly began to start.

Truly seeing the ‘Monster House’ in which the movie was named for in motion - springing to life while bellowing like some sort of dragon-monster - Isabelle couldn’t help the way her breath had hitched in her throat, wide green eyes seeming to be glued to the screen despite her fear; until she found the courage to cover her eyes with both hands. Still, the sounds rang in the living room, and she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her throat as she slouched against the couch.

The child nearly flinched upon feeling a hand gently grasp her shoulder, and she found it within herself to peek through fingers towards Kaos; who had wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. She didn’t need any more prodding before she moved in closer towards his side, burrowing her face into him.

She couldn’t help the shaking in both her body and voice as she managed to talk. “C--Can we watch something else? Please?” Perhaps another year.

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M!A: Lost Soul

Lost Soul: Muse is stuck in a ghostly dimension; they can see everything going on around them, but no one can see or hear them. Lasts two days.

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Zeva allowed her steps to be heavy as she staggered out the of the bar she was in, however this time, it was not due to alcohol. An incredulous look passed on her face and she could not decipher whether or not it was fear or shock. Perhaps it was both. Either way, something had happened to her somewhere during the week that changed the way things perceived her. Or the lack of, at least.

It had become apparent when the attempts of flirting with a club goer were unnoticed and there was a brief moment that perhaps they just did not find her attractive. That was a hard thing to believe which led suspicions higher. At first, the spirit did nothing about it; brewing in her own mind proved to be enough for the time being. Yet when she had decided to confront her victim through physical touch, her hand had gone straight through the being. It instantly knocked her senses off par and she knew an evacuation was in order.

The moment was unfortunate, quickly sending her back to the very first hour after her passing. No one saw her, no one knew she was there. No one. It was hard to believe, even now, that somewhere down the line in the past few days, something happened to constitute this. Did this mean that deities also did not notice her? How would Isabelle react? Or Kaos? They might not even care, probably thinking her absence as normal.

The thought sent her reeling as she fell sideways against the club wall. Etoile was not with her on this night...Would she, too, not be able to notice her? The entirety of the idea was enough to send her body down onto the pavement as she took it all in. This would be a rough few days and there were answers she needed to get.

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"50 words for murder and I am every one of them." He said, with a smirk

“Oh?”

Cocked eyebrows led way for the rest of her face to convert into full amusement and she leaned forward from her spot on the couch. Kaos sat across from her, legs crossed and face adorned with cockiness, his usual routine. The spirit scanned his features and body for a moment longer before letting out a cackle and leaning back against the velvet chair before disappearing in a cloud of smoke, only to reappear next to him.

Quietly and ever so slowly, her hands found their way to his shoulders and she leaned on the God, smirk mirroring his own. Honeyed words poured into his left ear playfully. “You wish you were so enticing, darling.” Pushing off of him lightly and against the arm rest, she tilted her head.

“I do not recall you doing all of those wonderful tasks alone. I believe we share it 25/25.”

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What was it like right after you died? Did you become a spirit immediately after or was there some sort of resting period

Silence.

For the first time in her life, there was absolute and complete silence. No thoughts...no outside noises. 

It was unnerving, if she was able to think that it was. It was uncomfortable, if she could feel that it was. But the only thing she was feeling at the moment was complete and utter nothing. It just felt like her body was floating through an abysmal space that she had no control over. Perhaps it was a good thing? Who knew. All that the young woman was certain of was that this nothing did not last for very long. Or maybe it spanned years? Never mind that certainty.

Soon, something pulled her out of the lull she was in and her eyes snapped open, the hands that were guarding her head moved down and she stared at them. Where was she? Blue orbs darted around to drink in the sight of a familiar alleyway and a man standing next to her. He seemed to gaze down at her with interest before his eyes turned away. His sudden presence alarmed her and Zeva bolted up from her position on the ground to add some distance between the two.

As soon as she straightened herself out, every memory came flooding back into her so hard that balance had become a little harder to maintain. A harsh breath passed her lips as the wall became a comfort to her. Why was she in this alleyway? Wasn’t there supposed to be an execution happening right now; her execution? Did she escape? Where was Etoile? What about her mother and father? What about Fredrick? 

A sharp pain over-rode her senses as she realized that she was hyperventilating. Eyes darted up to see if the man was still there and, sure enough, he was giving her the most unimpressed look she had ever received. Maybe...he knew? Before a word had even been released, his hand lifted to point over his shoulder as the sounds of cheering became noticeable. 

The woman had carefully eased herself around him, wary of his strange presence, before turning all attention out of the alleyway and to the large crowd that stood in circled around a large wooden centre piece. Why were they celebrating? All it took was one step out into the broad daylight for realization to hit her. That centre piece was a guillotine, where she was supposed to be, right now. The breath that she sucked in was harsh and panic came over her as she realized that she needed to get out of this crowd before they saw her. She needed to escape. 

Turning on foot, her already overwhelmed senses came in view of the beloved younger sister. A crying mess, sure, but she was there. Adrenaline flew through her veins and was the only thing to carry Zeva over to her sibling away from the crowd. Soften features and tone led her down to Etoile’s height. 

“Etoile, belle, je suis ici. Nous avons besoin de-...”

The hand outstretched merely fazed through the younger girl as if Zeva was truly not there. Etoile did not move, she did not respond. She only remained crying as their father walked over the the younger one and lifted her up into his arms. The panic she once had came crashing into the ground as the reality started to sink in. Her body turned from their father and to the crowd, zeroing in on the Prince holding up a severed head on a platform victoriously like he had won a hunt just ahead. 

Her head.

It was then she registered the truth of the whole situation. She was not to be executed as it had already happened. Her sister was no longer able to see her as she did not exist in their realm. She was dead, a deceased matter....and nothing that would happen could ever change that fact.

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(A) // I'm on mobile, so I can't copy the symbol. Please date Kaos. XD

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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❤ ❤ ❤ ((However that works. But of course I do!))

//Yes!!!! <3 Our characters are such big babies I love IT.

[dulcet-demise]

"It's okay." // I don't think that this can be Canon!verse, but IDK I WANT IT

So he never really cared.

It wasn’t even a question at that point in time, but rather a true fact that bumped into every edge of her mind and threatened her body to collapse in on itself. The King and Queen were overly apologetic, as they always seemed to be when things went array, that Fredrick had treated her and Thain with such distaste in their last days in France. He had pulled her aside one evening and just let everything loose. Let every thought and every word come out as sharp knives that dug into her back and threatened to puncture her lungs. How could one stop caring after she had ‘become another’s property?’ How did that make any sense?

 How did he fake interest all those years just to throw her away like she was nothing?

The ride back was suffocating in the carriage they had rode in. For some reason Thain insisted on riding with her and she had despised those words the most. She knew he had found something off about her but did he really know the reason? He probably did, nothing went by unnoticed for him. He probably suspected something was definitely wrong since she rode rather simply today with no rouge on and her dress was the least extravagant she owned.

Zeva hated his burning gaze as he stared at her from across the way. She attempted to keep her eyes fixed on the scenery outside but it was hard to keep the sobs and shaking breath suppressed for long. Her body froze then as he moved and silently placed himself down next to her. Slowly, carefully, she turned her head to find him close to her, face unreadable. Was he...about to yell at her?

In a swift movement, she found herself buried within his coat and close to his chest, his arms holding her tightly and not like that first lazy hug they experienced. Zeva didn’t know what to do or think for a moment before his words came out, softer than expected:

“It’s okay.”

That was all it took for her facade to break as she pressed herself further into him, a muffled sob wracking her body with every hit that came through. Her hands clutched desperately at his back, bunching up expensive fabric to get a better hold of him. The woman was positive this was going to be an embarrassment later on, but for now, his comfort was enough. She cried freely into him and just knew; it wasn’t okay. It wasn’t okay...but maybe it would be later on. 

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Zeva surveyed the stars before her and allowed her free hands to pull her fur coat around her bare shoulders unconsciously. The cold night breeze felt wonderful, signifying through the trees that fall was here and winter was closely approaching. The comfortable silence that weighed around the two beings as they looked up at the cosmos was a familiar one and it felt good. It had been a while since the two indulged in their little activity. The spirit let out a deep sigh and sunk further into the grass she lay in.

He was close, she felt, and she had wanted to touch him. But weren’t small thoughts like that a little dangerous? Wasn’t he wary of touch? Of her? Words had never been exchanged of their meaning to each other since the “more than friends” ordeal and she found it extremely bad for her well-being to be so into this man. Well, she supposed, if he truly did not care for my presence, he would not be here right now, would he?

Humming thoughtfully, her fingers slowly danced and edged their way to his right hand and lazily linked a few of their fingers together; she then turned her head to face him in the dim light from the moon.

“I know this might sound strange to say, but....I appreciate you being here with me.”