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Your mystery question is here :)
💙Blue: How is your character when it comes to expressing and communicating their emotions?
Thanks so much for the ask!
Since I just posted the first chapter of Long Way to Nightmare (check out my previous post), I'll answer for Puerile, the central character of the story.
Puerile is one of those types of characters who hates even admitting they have emotions.
He is a naturally vindicative person who literally feeds off the fear and misery and others, so a lot of it isn't an act, but the moment he feels connection to a person he tries to push them further away.
He feels uncomfortable with any positive emotions not rooted in others suffering, and tries to keep it buried, but though he may have unorthodox methods, but he likes helping people, a secret he'll try to take to his grave.
The Puerile Cup
by John Dickson | Today’s ardent Jesus-deniers are reminiscent of a reckless gang throwing puerile insults at a gentle giant, oblivious to the fact that they are way out of their league. It is time for the evangelists of unbelief to give up the nonsense that the figure at the heart of Christianity may have never even lived.
A lowly breed of demon curs that inhabit the Puerile Court of Lunar Hell. The dithering beasts stand half as tall as man, their bodies composed of parts loosely held together by a dark ink. Despite their comical appearance, their beak and talons are wickedly sharp. Puerile demons delight in "pranking" others by placing these strange creatures in unexpected places. The sudden onslaught of flailing talons and warbling shrieks can catch even powerful warriors off-guard. -------------------------------- Inktober 5: Chicken Demon
The Sandman Won’t Cometh
I shot myself so I could sleep, I’d counted all the jumping sheep. But in my fatigued, useless fog, I missed my head and killed the dog.