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(From Deimos - mousysilence because why not) “You’re wrong...”
“You’re only hurting yourself if you keep denying it.” The words were blunt, to the point. No room for any kind of wriggle room or doubt. “A blind man can see how those two act around each other, and his blind sister can see you sitting there pining. Do yourself a favour, kiddo. Cut him loose. He’s never going to care about you like you want him do.”
(From Helios - edifighter) “Be honest...”
Two word starters.
Porthos was an honest man. At least, he liked to think himself one anyway. He always told the truth when he’d fucked up, and he had always been straight when someone wanted him to. In fact, he found it rather difficult to outright lie, instead preferring to circumvent an answer if he knew the other wouldn’t like what he had to say.
But this, this was something else entirely.
This was a slight on his pride. It was a complete travesty against his every belief. It hurt to even think about, let alone admit. And yet Helios was there, looking at him like that, demanding his honesty.
He’d never be able to get over this.
One deep breath. Two. Deep breaths.
“Fine,” he says, tone completely petulant in a manner startlingly reminiscent of Phobos. “I’ll be honest. You have a nicer ass than I do.”
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OOC questions.
✌ :Fondest role-play memory, between muses?
When @telestiial @hhemeraa and I played spin the bottle collectively between all of our muses and speed wrote their reactions to the outcome of their turn.
abel and phobos had a moment.
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OOC questions.
✿ :Fondest role-play memory, between muns?
Befriending muns is always a fond memory. My time zone means it’s pretty hard for me to talk to other muns for very long though so I’m not usually privvy to super huge amounts of ooc interaction.
My fondest is probably when Sy and Svet and I sat on skype at buttfuck o’clock their time and basically spent five hours doing the equivalent of verbal shitposting. Or when Sy called me out of the blue last week and we spent most of that call screaming at each other while doing dramatic readings.
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OOC questions.
유 :A role-play related instance that you regret/are ashamed/not proud of?
LAUGHS UPROARIOUSLY INTO THE SUN.
Yugioh fandom, circa 2010. That’s all I’m giving.
☯ :Greatest challenge to writing your character? // ✘ :Any head canons you’d like to imply on you character but know they wouldn’t fit? // ✯ :A head canon someone else has inspired you to adopt?
OOC questions.
☯ :Greatest challenge to writing your character?
Answered!
✘ :Any head canons you’d like to imply on you character but know they wouldn’t fit?
Make him fight anything and everything.
✯: A head canon someone else has inspired you to adopt?
-looks at his entire build-
ya.