@lightexpert sent a meme!
my muse has been acting strange, send one for you muse to… ( ⇧ - bury my muse in blankets and turn on their favorite show ) | ACCEPTING
ϟ Things had begun to settle in the new world, but that constant need to be doing something -- ingrained in her from years of training in the Guardian Corps, reinforced by her roles as Etro’s knight and the savior of souls -- made it virtually impossible for Lightning to sit still. Her home was spotless -- dishes done and tucked away in organized cabinets, laundry cleaned, folded and delicately put in their proper places, and the bedsheets were so crisp that she wouldn’t doubt a few gil could have been bounced on their surface -- but unexpended energy pulsed through her veins, causing a knee to bounce impatiently, as though battle reflexes were engaged and itching for something to happen.
So when Hope tightened a blanket around her -- the hem draped over her shoulders and plopped unceremoniously on top of her head, obscuring rose colored locks -- and flipped on the television before securing a spot beside her on the couch, azure hues widened in surprise. ❝ I am relaxed! ❞ she protested, the edge in her voice betraying her and nullifying the point she’d been trying to make entirely.
The gaze that met hers -- incredulous, calling her bluff without the use of words -- had shoulders slumping, incomprehensible syllables muttered under her breath before a sigh of resignation spilled across her lips. Without further comment ( or admitting her obvious defeat ), the pinkette settled back against the cushions, trying to remember what it felt to be truly at ease.
