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Ama’s and Ri breeding Spider Lilies - is there any particular end goal or just Ama convincing her to grow some along with her other plants idk

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@nefer-seshen Asked: For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. [Amane too!]
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Ama’s and Ri breeding Spider Lilies - is there any particular end goal or just Ama convincing her to grow some along with her other plants idk
@nefer-seshen continued from [X]
Honestly, it wasn’t as though he could expect her to suddenly stay locked away, not when she was the type to enjoy the outside, to mingle with others. Just because he didn’t mind staying a loner and keeping to the few people who he trusted in this world, doesn’t mean that he should be pushing his wife into acting the same way. He was lucky he still had her, lucky that she’d wished to stay with him. He loved her so much, that he wished nothing more than to protect her...but he couldn’t keep her locked up forever, could he? “...that wasn’t fair of me”, he sighed lightly, a weak smile forming as he shook his head, “No. You should go... you can’t keep putting your life on hold....just because I’m scared....you’re the one who knows best if you’re ready for that next step of not...”. And he’d be there to support her for as long as she wished for him to remain by her side.
Camille Visits the Café
Camille walked into the small café that her acquaintance Will had mentioned. Said there was amazing coffee served there. That was the only human item she didn’t seem to let go of. She sat down herself and looked over the pastries in the glass case, some looked good.
But not as delicious as the waitress coming toward her. With a charming smile she glanced but at the other. “I thought the pastries were sweet enough, then you walk to my table.” She hummed.
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Welcome to the Waiting room - closed starter
It wasn’t often that Zagreus had any role in his house other than repeatedly testing the Underworld’s security measures. Today was a particular busy day for death though, thus the prince was put in charge of the waiting rooms. Waiting because these souls were waiting to either die or return to their bodies. Limbo was such a strange thing. He hears the bell to the dock jingle as Charon appears with another soul, the Prince humming as he flicks a coin to the skeletal ferryman as he walks over. The woman sitting in the boat looks dazed and confused, the prince reaching down to help her out. “My apologies for the unpleasant trip. It is...frequently unpleasant.” Not that the river Styx was dangerous. Just that death itself was often unsettling and sudden. Zagreus had experienced it enough times to relate. “Let’s get you inside and I’ll explain everything.” As best as he could. There was a reason why Hypnos was in charge of these things. @nefer-seshen
❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . (Carolus)
Carolus was working on something, nothing important, just working on some armor, when he felt the slight tap and he turned around to look at Ri. "Yes? ´Can you wait for a moment, I am almost done with the armor. Then I am all yours."
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“If you throw that snowball you’re declaring war”
“Why, I never. I’m insulted you’d think I’d ever do such a thing.” He said jokingly
Xmas Starter - @nefer-seshen
This time of the year had always been bitter sweet, with the birthdate of his mother the day after Christmas - things at home had always been rather tense. But then, he’d moved out, met the girl of his dreams, had fallen in love head over heels and even married her and yet now, now he was little but a stranger to the woman who was his love, his life.
“Are you sure about spending the holidays here with me? I mean...I can understand if you might wish to stay around people who you do remember...”, and he didn’t mean that to be snide, he wished only the best for his wife, as he always has done, “...but, if your staying...maybe the old traditions might help bring something back...”. They’d only really had the one Christmas together before but maybe if he echoed that experience then something might return. Was that too much to ask for?