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Without inquiry or permission - the heretic snatched a fry from the other's plate. Once the julienned potato was consumed, he offered a cock-eyed grin. "Still soggy...."
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Without inquiry or permission - the heretic snatched a fry from the other's plate. Once the julienned potato was consumed, he offered a cock-eyed grin. "Still soggy...."
plot: your muse saw his face and fangs while he was drinking animal blood.
Stefan was looking at them with deeply worried expression on his face. A dead doe was laying on a ground, right behind him. His dinner had been accidentally interrupted. Being so focused only on feeding, Stefan had completely ignored everything around him because of the hunger and exhaustion he just wanted to get over.
“I know it doesn’t seem like it... But you don’t need to be afraid of me. I’m not going to hurt you, honestly.” He choose his words carefully, being nervous of the other might got even more scared or even try to ran away from him. Which would force him to chase them in order to possibly compel them.
“My family? It’s complicated and a long story. I would probably just bore you.” Aloy tried to dodge this topic. Despite being fine and used to the fact how she had been born, talking about family and relatives was sometimes awkward. Since she didn’t have any kind of experience about that. In her life, Aloy had only had a one person to raise and teach her. But he had died in a tragic circumstances, murdered by the most vile and evil man she had ever know. “What about your family? Do you have siblings?” A red haired woman asked curiously. She had sometimes thought what kind of life she could have got if she had a ‘normal’ family. “I heard it’s like having the best and the worst at the same time.”
plot: your muse sees Samuel doing his witchy things in the middle of the night
The full moon was shining and the sky was completely cloudless. The weather was still chilly and Samuel’s breath turned visible every time he huffed out. A warlock was standing in the middle of huge ring of different colored crystals and other magical items. This might had seem weird from the point of an outsider. Samuel’s eyes blinked once he saw someone standing close. “What? It’s PERFECT weather for charging all of my things. Moonlight is strong, Jupiter is finally here and there’s no disturbing energies around.” He said like it was the most natural thing.
plot: Samuel likes to bake and feed people. He was selling goods at market place and gave your muse a freebie just before he closed his stall. connection: anyone who’s already aware of supernatural
Blue eyes gave a gentle look as his fingers were making tiny, nervous fidgeting. “What do you think? Honey lemon cakes are hard to bake and keep them moist enough.” Despite taking pride in his culinary skills, he was still painfully aware of his old-fashioned taste in food. A warlock’s lips curled to a small smile before he turned his back and focused on packing his things to this old car. That turquoise van had been steadily helping him to move from place to place for years and years.
“I’m sharing my house with few ghosts. They’re mostly very well behaving and not too noisy. We’re doing just fine. At first it was a surprise and after a one incident I almost forced them to leave. But we talked it through, they promised to behave and I promised not to banish them. A fair deal, if you ask me.” Samuel smiled with spoke with relaxed tone.
plot: a) Mica has been secretly looking at your male muse and trying to hide it but your muse noticed his staring.
b) Mica has been secretly looking at a random guy and your muse noticed it.
A young man gulped, quickly dropping his gaze and pretending to focus on his phone. Brown eyes blinking nervously, Mica refused to look up again. Leaning against his hands, Mica tried to calm himself down. There was nothing to be so nervous about. He had been slowly trying to gather more courage to admit this one detail inside of him. But admitting it to himself was ten times easier than revealing it out loud. As much as he wanted to be fully himself and stay honest, he still haven’t told anything to anyone.