Send me a symbol for a head-canon about our muses! ( accepting! )—
❤- How do you see our muses in a ship?
Hoo boy, as if I don’t think about jesse/silque enough. They seem to be gentle opposites (not badly that they have a horrible rapport or can’t get each other no matter what, so “gentle” it is). I find it hilarious their food preferences are just about total opposites as well, so living together must be… difficult, but I do think a long relationship where they see each other occasionally works just OK for them once they work it out? I think that’s definitely one unlikely pair many would….. not see… coming at all, like ‘what do you see in Jesse??” or “how did you get a milaist lady catch?? wtf?”. Their first impressions vs how they develop to view one another seem likely to change/sorta contrast as they discover those stages of getting to know each other better from their total random ass first encounter.
Their ship dynamic would be fascinating and unique to explore, that’s for sure.
❣ - Can you share a cute HC? (Aus accepted.)
Ohh, Jesse doesn’t know a whole lot about herbs, medicine, etc., save for where he stations himself (at the desert with…. very little), he asks for Silque’s help often to find specific things for either personal remedies or merc work for the demanding employer who’s asking for those ingredients. (Silque is one of the best networks he knows!)
He’d appreciate any sort of help, so to repay her, Jesse’d attempt to treat her. (…sometimes as excuses just to do that.)
☹- Can you share an angsty HC? ( Aus accepted.)
I live in valentiangst, how am I not coming up with one. Jesse, you love free life too much—
Okay, semi spoilers ahead, but — in some postgame AU where Jesse dies suddenly and Kamui completely replaces him (even gets his title-to-be and all, owch). There’s a stack of unsent letters in Jesse’s quarters that were for Silque about what he thinks he extracted something from all the wild animals he’d had to handle but doesn’t know if he’s overthinking it and leaves it be. His stubborn side to keep working kicks in if his exterior health is okay (like he can walk, still have sanity, can eat, etc.) then he’s completely fine, right? Riiight? (Alternatively, one of the emrc guys - probably dadmode!Saber catches on and tells Silque on him, so of course, when she shows up at his kingdom’s doorstep unannounced, Jesse’s all “uh oh he told you” because he knows…).
☂ - Your muse shares an umbrella with mine on a rainy day, & ₪ - Your muse lays their head in my muse’s lap, & ☎ - Your muse gets a call from mine in the middle of the night
// jak just how am i supposed to write three of these in one post i’m pretty sure they’re supposed to be starters but now they’re fic drabbles lolAffectionate Symbol Meme || accepting
☂ - Your muse shares an umbrella with mine on a rainy day
As Silque left the library, she was thankful she brought her large umbrella. There was a torrential downpour that didn’t seem ready to stop any time soon; the forecast had predicted that it would rain until the next morning.
Just as she was about to open her umbrella and start on the walk back home, she heard a familiar voice swear. Searching the direction from which the voice came, she saw Jesse standing under the safety of the building’s awning. He probably had been waiting a while for the rain to let up, with no luck. As she approached him, he turned to face her and cracked a grin.
“Silquy! I just keep seeing you everywhere. Keep this up, and Kamui’s gonna say that we’re an item.”
“He said that since he first met me.” Jesse barked a laugh and Silque can’t help but smile herself. But she didn’t approach him to make jokes. “Are you trying to get somewhere?”
“Oh right,” he said as he absentmindedly combed his fingers through his hair. “I came here for a quick errand but it doesn’t seem like the rain intends on letting me get back home. A drizzle I can take, but this…”
“I have an umbrella. We can go back together.”
“Huh? Are you…are you sure?”
“It’s big enough for both of us, and I’d pass your apartment on my way back to my dorm anyways.” Jesse does the calculations in his head, and after figuring that it matched up, shrugged in defeat.
“If you’re so willing, then how could I turn down such an offer, beautiful? Hey, don’t look at me like that–” he gave a fake pout and she giggled before his signature smirk returned to his face. “And at least let me hold the umbrella until I get back to my place.”
☎ - Your muse gets a call from mine in the middle of the night// uhm hi valentiangst called me and they needed me to write something angsty–
People told her many times that she was a perfectionist, that she worried too much over her grades, that one or two bad grades weren’t the end of everything. And yet here she was, gnawing on her lips, losing sleep, and on the verge of tears over a 72 on her latest history exam. It wasn’t even a class for her major, just a required class, and it wasn’t an indication of how she’d do in the medical field.
It didn’t stop the memories of her mother’s voice, yelling at her that a single low grade would put her at the lowest of the lows and that if she didn’t get straight 100s, she didn’t have a future. It didn’t stop her growing frustration at her own pettiness–there were people who would kill for a 72 and she knew that–and she knew that if anyone saw her like this, they’d roll their eyes at her and tell her to grow up.
So when Jesse called her at 2 am, she was tempted to let him leave a message. But her conscience told her that it might be an emergency, so she picked up. It turned out that he was just checking on her, since she’d told him about the exam and had spent several sleepless nights in his apartment studying, since one of her roommates had, ah, friends. Intimate friends that Silque had no interest in hearing, so she’d retreated to the safe haven of Jesse’s place where at least they had the decency to go elsewhere for their fun.
And Jesse could tell that she didn’t get a score that she want. “Silque, be straight with me. How bad was it?”
“…A 72.” There was silence for the next several seconds, and she bit her lip even harder. She was being petty, she knew, she knew, but she was raised to be perfect, to sacrifice anything and everything to do well, and–
“I know it’s hard to accept.” Silque’s voice caught in her throat and she swallowed hard. Jesse continued, in a tone that was almost soft, “Your parents probably always told you that you have to be the best, right? One little failure and you’re doomed for the rest of your life. May as well give up and scavenge the dumps. They’ve put that sort of pressure on you, didn’t they?”
Hearing her exact thoughts and experiences put into words, the tears that had only been pushing at her eyes came spilling out, and she couldn’t hide her sobs and her sniffling. There was silence on the other hand save for some shuffling and door slamming in the background, so she knew that he hadn’t hung up on her. When she managed to compose herself a bit more, she started “S-s…”
“Don’t say you’re sorry, Silquy. What’re you trying to apologize for? You’re the one that was yelled at all your life for any lil’ thing. You’ve been pushing yourself to the absolute limit for this and didn’t get a score you wanted. It’s okay to be disappointed. But don’t beat yourself up for it, hear me? C’mon, cry if you need to. Better than bottling it all up, trust me.”
So she did.
₪ - Your muse lays their head in my muse’s lap
The church that she went to was one of the traditional, cathedralesque churches that had lots of nooks and crannies that few people knew about unless they spent as much time there as she did. And her favorite spot was a very small courtyard with a fountain. The fountain wasn’t functional at the moment, but she liked the warmth of the sun that radiated on the marble benches for only half an hour every day.
She’d just finished a long research paper that she’d stayed up late to work on for the past week or so yesterday, but wasn’t able to catch up on her sleep thanks to a certain roommate deciding that it was just the night to have “fun.” So she was about to get herself some well-deserved shut-eye on the marble bench, laying on her side and using her arms as a cushion, when Jesse walked in. Normally he wasn’t the churchgoing type, but he went on weekdays to visit her, and sometimes if his little sister visited town (she was enthralled with the architecture, and who could blame her?).
As he drew nearer, she shifted so that he could sit down, but continued to lay on her arms. “That doesn’t look very comfy,” he laughed. “Why don’t’cha just use me as a pillow?”
Normally, she would just give him a disappointed look, or a small shake of her head. Today, though, she was just so sleep-deprived and exhausted that, without a second thought, she adjusted herself to place her head in his lap, though she still lay her head on her hands so her head wasn’t touching his lap directly.
He wasn’t expecting her to take him up on his offer either, so he let out an astonished “W-woah! Wait, are you sure–?” Too tired to say anything, she just nodded. “Err… okay, then! Guess there’s a first for everything, huh?”
She nodded again before drifting off into slumber, being woken only when the sun’s warmth left them and he got a call from Kamui for his nighttime arrangements.
