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smokey: do you prefer warm or cold weather?
“Warmth reminds me of where I was born, and the cold reminds me of where I was raised. So long as neither is too extreme, I enjoy both, though there’s something delightful about the two mixing. Warm weather, cold breeze; cold weather, warm breeze. I don’t feel the latter often, but I think it’s one of my favorites.”
Momo heard a distant groan and turned around to look for the source. She thought she was hearing things when she saw a person down the hall standing there with their finger in their mouth. The witch let out an inaudible “uh”, smiling sheepishly as they look at her. She bows her head to the male, eyes noticing the burns but were quick to bring her vision back to his eyes before answering, “Are you alright? Is it bleeding?”
Startled by her concern, he reassessed his fingers. His middle nail was split painfully, something he hadn’t really noticed in the initial numbness, and a small bead of blood was collecting at the tip. Glancing up at her, his lips turned up gently, almost hurriedly. “Nope.” He shook his glove out and began to put it on again. The only thing worse than getting blood in his gloves was someone risking touching him to make sure a small injury wasn’t going to kill him or something. “As in, I’m alright, and no, it’s not bleeding,” he added, and gave a small bow back to her. “Thank you for asking.”
“I haven’t seen you before. My name is Rival.” He made no offer of his hands for a shake, maneuvering them to settle in his pockets, though his injured hand protested. “Did I distract you from someplace you had to be?”
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✺- Something your muse finds pretty
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✺- Something your muse finds pretty
Scars. Every one comes in different shapes and sizes and texture and it’s honestly extremely satisfying to be able to trace his fingers over them, to feel, if he’s given permission. The way he sees it, you haven’t really lived unless you have scars and marks on you. They tell stories you might not ever hear of otherwise. And sometimes the scars alone are enough of a story, silent one shared between others.
☁- What kind of weather does your muse consider the best one
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Either really sunny or really rainy, she can’t really pick one– as vain as she is, on sunny days she might be spotted tanning her perfect curvy body, or simply showing it off in a cute bikini, and on rainy days she can be seen reading a book or just cuddle against a window, it’s a weather that really eases her soul, specially because it reminds her of her mother.
❝ Mesmerized ❞ || Momo & Nevaeh
The young witch was sitting up in a tree, not too high, the first branch nearest to the floor. She could see all that’s around her and be seen by all. In her hands was her drawing pad and a pencil that changed its colors using thoughts, a gift to her from a clan member. While flipping her pencil in her, she tried to come up with a new design of a sword that was tailored just for her. Momo liked thin swords, so she already had the base drawn down. All she needed were the details and how it was going to work.
Looking back up, her eyes landed on the sight of a beautiful woman, one that she couldn’t help but admire, yet envy a little. It wasn’t an unhealthy envy, just a little bit of jealousy that didn’t bubble too much. She let out a sigh, probably loud enough for the other to hear. “You’re so pretty.” She had breathed out.
Nevaeh’s brows slightly rose in wonder, head slightly tilted with eyes drawn up towards the direction of the voice. A literally bright and seemingly cheerful maiden came into view. She didn’t deter herself from giving the other a warm smile in contrast to her crystal blue ones and a small wave of her right hand greeting the other with a soft yet audible hi.
Nevaeh surely heard the compliment though unsure if it was directed to her, to someone behind her, or to herself. And so, she just kept it at the back of her mind but without asking for clarification since she thought it wasn’t necessary. Instead, she approached the maiden in a friendly manner, interested in her work, however, keeping a two-yard distance after sensing heat surrounding the other. “Hello,” her voice sounded sweet as she smiled, “It’s my first time seeing you around here. Are you… perhaps, new?”
8-10 for Battle Memes
8. Is the muse merciful or cruel?
I would say Nevaeh shows mercy only to those who deserve it.
9. Who taught my muse how to fight?
Herself. She had been against the Way of Life (only men are allowed to become warriors) back in her homeland and she wanted to become a fighter too, like her older brother.
10. Is my muse honourable?
Yes? It really depends.
