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dolomite and malachite
dolomite - a sleep headcanon
Although her bed usually has at least four pillows, she only ever uses one. She would place it under her head, and she would lie on her side. She doesn’t mind cuddling and enjoys it when she’s awake, but as soon as she’s asleep, she prefers her personal space.
malachite - what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up
see answer
galena
galena - what it’s like to be in a relationship with my muse
It’s surprise trips to Maldives or breakfast in bed just because. It’s giving back rubs when her partner’s stressed or singing them lullabies before going to sleep. Anyone who isn’t her friend would find it extremely out of character, but she can be really sweet when she wants to be. Plus she has all the money in the world at her disposal. It’s a side of her she only shows to those she really trusts and cares about.
5. Did your character ever have an injury so bad that it changed their life? If yes, explain.
The initial blow didn’t seem so terrible.
A casual sting from the tip of a venomous leather whip. Sirius careened and arched, a look on his face that begged forgiveness for he was weak. Mother made sure he knew this while father delivered the swift, unsympathetic blow.
He yelped, his eyes bulging with tears and a terrified whimper exploding from a jaw clenched so tightly he could feel it in his toes.
As the seconds ticked by he panicked. It wasn’t the gore trickling down his chest and stomach nor the sting from the wound that caused his breath to gasp, his stomach to drop down past his hips. It was the bone-chilling drip, drip, drop of an icy liquid flowing through his veins. It was the dulling of his vision, first soft and hazy around the edges and then explosively red as all color drained from his face and his eyes slammed shut, arching and grinding his teeth.
They poisoned him. And they were laughing.
Fucking laughing! Laughing as their thirteen year old son gasped final breaths. Laughing as he writhed, focus on their maniacal and unforgiving faces ebbing in and out. Laughing as he clutched onto the last traces of life he could sense. Laughing even as his body fell still.
Someone, though Sirius wasn’t sure who, took pity on him for he woke some time later in his bed, wrapped carefully in thick blankets. An antidote flooded through his cold body.
But it was then, in that moment, that Sirius realized how very fucked he was. His parents hated him enough to try to kill him or, perhaps equally as cruel, make him think he was dying. And they laughed.
He was nothing to them. And in that realization, he’d lost all traces of hope for a family that never deserved him.
Have you got any owls to answer?
//A few veritaserums from a weekish ago and some old prompts that I must get around to later, yes. Why do you ask darling?
The Sun, The Hermit, The Tower
The Sun: What was the happiest moment of your muse’s life?
“Leaving home. Best decision I’ve ever made and despite all it’s done to Regulus, I can’t bring myself to regret it.”
The Hermit: If your muse were trapped alone on an island, name three things they’d have to have.
“James, Remus, and Peter, of course!”
The Tower: What event would trigger your muse’s breaking point?
“I dunno what I would do if I lost any’ve my brothers. James, Remus, Peter, Regulus… Can’t imagine life without them. Don’t want to.”
//Let’s not talk about canon.
