❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞ Javier x Aurelia
Javier had been such an odd, consistent factor in her life for what seemed like ages now. Not only did she adore his child, a fact she never thought she would actually say... but she actually adored... him. And she didn't trust men as far as she could throw them. Javier, however... was the exception. He seemed to be the exception for a lot of things.
Including now, when she was three sheets to the wind, having called him on a whim to talk... only for him to show up with a sleeping child in the back of his vehicle. Staring at him in shock, she had tried to get him to just leave and let her to her own devices but she knew once Javier got something in his head.. there was no getting it out.
Sighing heavily, she couldn't help the wobbly little smile that rose to her features, swaying as she approached the vehicle. "You jus' wanna get me back to you house, don't you?" she challenged, opening the door and sliding in the seat. "You liiiiiiike me. You want to kiiiiiiiss me," she snickers as the door closes, looking over to him with a drunken smile on her features. Like this she was so much more care free than normal, that much was clear in the moment. Sober Aurelia? Would have never teased him like this. Not in this manner anyways
“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?” from Mai
"Pouting? who's pouting, im not pouting." Ezra crossed his arms, he never was good at hiding his feeling. that didnt mean he wanted to be called out on that though. "who said it had to do with your date. its bold of you to assume that."
what does your muse smell like? Petronella - patchouli, sun, salt, earth. Ethan & John-Paul- clean & designer cologne. Oscar - leather, dark liqour, amber, musk. Gage, Silas, Adam, Liam - these boys all have similar scents of sweats, liqour, wind, and just travel in general, but their individual colognes peek through when they aren't touring and are up to par with their hygiene. Emily - very light florals. Ivy - coffee, lilacs, incense
what do your muse’s hands feel like? Ethan - He has surprisingly soft hands. Although it is somewhat expected given the lack of necessity for any sort of laborious work throughout his life. Oscar & Gage & Silas - Their hands are a bit rougher because of the type of work they've done throughout their lives. They also have strong hands because of it.
what does your muse usually eat in a day? Ethan - Not much really. He is picky, but only because has a lot of food allergies. His interest in food was never for pleasure, so he just eats for fuel. Emily - She usually has a quick breakfast, light lunch, and then dinner. She loves to cook so dinner is her only real meal during the day and she is always trying new foods. Oscar - He usually skips lunch and eats quick, on-the-go foods for breakfast. And dinner usually looks like take-out or the occasional BBQ on the weekends. Gage & Silas - They eat sporadically and small meals throughout the day. Adam - He is like a bottomless pit, eating or snacking all the time. Liam - He keeps to a pretty strict, healthy diet. Lots of fruits & veggies and lean meats.
does your muse have a good singing voice? John-Paul - Secret as it may be, yes he does.
does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics?
Gage, Silas, Adam, John-Paul - Drug use Oscar - alcohol to cope Emily - chews her nailbeds when nervous
what does your muse usually look like/wear? Liam - X , X , X , X Gage - X , X , X , X John-Paul - X , X , X Ethan - X , X , X , X Petronella - X , X , X , X
is your muse affectionate? how much? how so? Gage, Silas, Adam - They are very affectionate and aren't afraid to show it. Loads of PDAs. Adam especially. Although they will tone it down for their partners if there are paparazzi around because their significant other's comfort is also important to them. Liam, Oscar, John-Paul, Petronella, Ethan - All of these guys are more reserved with their affections, opting to do so behind closed doors. The rest - normal amounts of affection
what position does your muse sleep in?
Ethan - On his back. If he is comfortable with someone, on his side with his back to them. Oscar - With his back to a wall. JP, Petronella - Hardly. They suffer from insomnia. The rest - However is comfy where they're at.
could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? That all depends on what and where things are happening.
f . favorite current song(s): I don't really have a current favorite rn. I've been going off my mood, but I primarily listen to rock and metal.
e . easiest person(s) to talk to: My husband, my bestie, Becca, and my writing group friends.
g . goals: Travel the world. Try a lot of different foods. Act in a few projects at some point in my life. Live in Japan for a month. Road trip through Norway to Amsterdam. Financial success.
h . horror yes or horror no: 100% yes
i . in love ?: Yep
j . jealous of people: Everyone has a little jealousy in them, but I wouldn't say it is something that plays a major role in my life.
k . kissed someone recently?: Every day
l . love at first sight or should i walk by again ?: I have actually fallen in love at first sight with someone.
m . middle name: Ann
n . number of siblings: 0
o . one wish: To always have enough money for whatever I'm wanting/needing. Not more. Not less. Just always the exact amount.
q . questions you’re always asked: Did your tattoos hurt? You're how old? How long have you been married? Are you sure you're not Amy Lee? (IFYKYK on that one XD )
s . song you last sang: I wasn't enough for you
t . top 3 fictional characters: Ragnar Lothbrok (not exactly fictional, but you know), Joker, and toss up between Tank Girl (I do have a tattoo of her and all. Lol. ) and Pyramid Head. (This was fucking hard. I don't necessarily have favorite fictional characters, but more like favorite stories/game series/movies with maybe one or two favorites in each one.)
u . unexperienced or experienced writer: I mean, I do this for fun and have been for years now, so experienced I guess?
v . vacation: Every year, multiple times a year. Vacations are important and should be a requirement for anyone's life. Even if it is just a weekend away, take the break.
w . when’s your birthday: June 26th
x . x - rays: Tons throughout my life.
y . your favorite food: Pizza, but not with traditional toppings. Caramel and any caramel adjacent flavors. Mushrooms. Limes.
abalone, perfume bottles, chandeliers, tulle, balljoint dolls, satin, paint palettes. your essence is pearl: you strive for improvement, and see yourself as the grandest project of all. you cultivate a home in what you do; your signature is unmistakable, perfectly you. you know what's best for others before they're even aware. you are the designer. you are the perfectionist. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of wine, amaranth, ivory, and rose, who also act with purpose. you are also drawn to the honest lavender and periwinkle, who will help you grow and see that you can be true to even your flaws. however, you may struggle to get along with the imaginative personalities of seafoam and coral who don't have a strong purpose.
THE MUN AS MEMES! exactly what it says on the tin. post 6+ memes that you, the mun behind the screen, can relate to so that we can get to know you a little better!
Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.
Daryl
dark stormy blue
Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.
Emily
bright sunny yellow
Sweet tasting popsicles, summer dresses and shielding your eyes from the sun. Your love is the excitement of something brewing, something growing. It's the almost childish bubbling giggles of something new, but with the potential to stay. It's wide smiles, blinding sunny light and warm bodies that gravitate to one another. It's the the softness, the willingness, the slight holding of breaths in a crucial "what if" moment. It's the impatience too. The bouncing on tiptoes to see further than your eyes can reach, the holding out for a future that never seems to come even though you're ready, you're so so so ready. It's the constant feeling of warm sand beneath your feet, holding out for the crashing waves. And still you wait, dry and impatient and with burnt soles of feet. Your love is sour candy, enjoying it as your nose scrunches up from the aftertaste of it. It's hands that grab and take hold, that reach and ask them to stay and hope and beg and wait. It's bubbling excitement sure, but it's also demanding, focused, driven. It's love like a plan, with a path and route and a clear destination. And you bonce on your tiptoes, and burning, waiting for the soothing water, the crashing waves, you hold onto the melting popsicle, you wait and wait and wait. It's tiring almost as much as it's lazer focused ambition, deeply rooted desire and the unrelenting hope that it will work, that it will come. And it does, I promise it does. The waves crash, the beach floods and the pain passes, the water cool and soothing and you can let yourself fall in, sinking, sinking. And it's good, it's perfect, what you were hoping and more, holding and embracing you and welcoming you into the stillness you always knew you were reaching for.
Sydney
soft fresh green
Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too. You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them. Your love is delicate, hesitant. A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better. You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back. But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans. And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.
