#lairofmuses

[ketsumyo]

血 糸 | “ KAGETORA-SAN, ” HER WORDS were soft and deliberate, a greeting laced with the unspoken weight of a request—a careful bid for the hashira’s attention.

“ I heard you returned from your mission last night. but your birthday was just the week prior. don’t tell me you’ve let it pass without proper celebration…? ” // @lairofmuses

[be777oved]

❝  i was sort’ve hoping you needed me.  is that selfish?  ❞ -lairofmuses{Nera ;v; she wants to be there for her brother.}

"It's not selfish at all..." The winged angel answers back softly, "But I also want to become someone worth needing." For her... and for Robin--

How often had he wished for the elder of the sisters to need him as much as he needed her? Now it's clear, in his own pursuit to be wanted, he had neglected the very person who relied on him the most.

Could he be any more useless? "I'm sorry... But nothing will ever change as long as I stay in Penacony. As much as I need you, I'll only keep letting down those around me, until I can learn to stand on my own two feet." @lairofmuses

[insilverbay]

from @lairofmuses:

take a deep breath , you need to calm down . -lairofmuses{from my HSR Azura if that's ok :D}

Upon arriving at the Herta Space Station, he'd be whisked away by the surprising amount scientists who'd be enamored by the halovian's arrival. Would it be because of the rare sight of a man such as himself from Asdana's star system, from Penacony itself? Ah, how interesting it was to him. Though, there were voices in the crowd that he couldn't just ignore. He'd note their thoughts about himself and namely his sister of stardom, narrowing his eyes at the individual as he'd pick out the nameless person from the crowd. These weren't happy thoughts to experience and they certainly made his previously in awe expression sour and now? He'd walk swiftly towards the individual, bumping roughly shoulder to shoulder with the other researchers to reach the other.

"...Care to share with the class?" Sunday narrows his eyes at the individual, placing a hand on their shoulder with a firm grip and grin on his face. One could see his nails starting to grow under his gloves as his anger began to fester, but another's literal voice would interrupt his terrible first impression on the crowd. However, it was obvious he did need to keep face as the Oak Family's figurehead visiting another's system as a guest to discuss diplomatic ideals... A few deep breaths would cause his grip to falter and himself to turn towards the woman, one arm behind his back, and the other on the front of his suit now, "Apologies for my scene, I let my emotions get the best of me; very uncommon. However, I was expecting Madam Herta or another Genius Society Member to greet me rather than her posse." Such a small comment would cause some researchers to get the hint and move on, but others would remain, "I'm uncertain if you know who I am? I'm Sunday of the Oak Family from Penacony."

[ketsumyo]

♡ -lairofmuses{Reika ❤️}

send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours | accepting

reika!

●●●○○ | ATTRACTION ●●●○○ | AFFECTION ●●●○○ | INTEREST ●●●○○ | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

i wrote a little skit here about how wonderfully their values, motivation, and even purpose align. many aspects of their individual universes can be easily translated, making it effortless for them to interact in a meaningful way. and for that, even their sense of duty is wonderfully matched. it's an alignment that gives reika tsubaki's complete trust, and I'm excited to see where their relationship goes <3

[llunarum]

It was a slow night at Marcie's bar, not entirely uncommon, but that just meant he could do as he pleased for the most part. Really just doling out beers to the few patrons that came up for refills. Leaning against the back of the bar as he takes a drag from his cigarette, fiddling with his phone in his free hand. When the door open he glances up for just a moment before returning to his phone, only putting his phone away and putting out the cigarette as he hears the man sit down at the bar.

❝What can I get for you?❞

@lairofmuses.

[parramourne]

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver -lairofmuses{Michelle ❤️}

   It's not like he minded the closeness, far from it really. The soft touch of another who wasn't wishing to buy his time, or have it lead to one thing or another, but instead just physical closeness was always welcome. His tails flicking back and forth slowly and softly as he looks over at the woman. He wonders how comfortable she must be with him to be able to lean on him, probably without even thinking really, and that puts a small smile on his face.

❝Are you cold?❞

@lairofmuses. 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴

[parramourne]

❝Oh, please don't mind them, you're here with me.❞

@lairofmuses. o.

[be777oved]

"Big brother? Are you doing ok?..." Nera asks as she has her hand on the wall, trailing herself to Sunday's room. Her pale pink lips turned into a frown. "I sense you've been very busy...and I wanted to check on you..." -lairofmuses

@lairofmuses

Sunday dares to lift his head, sitting in the dark with his palms firmly pressed to his eyes. -- His head is spinning, Nera's figure standing in the doorway more or less of an idea, the edges of his vision swirling with nauseating color.

Order tugs at the back of his skull, ever-demanding.

"That would be an understatement." He admits. The stack of papers on his desk were only growing by the day, most of them complaints, and most of them about him, and his lack of coherent leadership. He had to wonder if there would ever come a day when they were satisficed, or is that pinnacle in his minds eye forever out of reach? Was it by design?

"You can come in, if you'd like. I just needed a moment to collect my thoughts." He was thankful the youngest member of the family would not be hindered by the darkness; The only light being that which leaked in from the hallway. Casting the halovian in a soft, luminescent glow.