#theathxns

[paralianprince]

M, O, T, XOXO

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

UMMM … im not sure if he could ever have been said to have gone on an actual like,  date with anybody.  i think it would stress him out !  though mostly bc hes like… a baby teenager whos never been on a date before lmao. 

his idea of a really nice time w someone he Might Or Might Not have a crush on is literally just hanging out w them.  hes not hard to impress at ALL 

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O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

he can come up with rhyme-schemed and metered poetry basically on the spot, that has to count for something, surely 

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T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

yeah, i think he would!  not in the sense of  “there’s A Person in the world who is your One True Love”  or anything, but more just like, that it’s obviously possible to love someone in a way that isnt Fake, and if it isn’t fake then it’s real, right? 

so he’s just like, obviously true love is real, duh, have u never loved someone before?? 

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X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

YES HE USES THEM ALL THE TIME  mostly like, overtly affectionately, and sometimes he’ll accumulate several nicknames all for one person and use them basically interchangeably. 

for example, his main nickname for Heike @toberoundistobefree​​ is “Dove” or “Honey Dove”,  and there’s no profound sentimental meaning behind them whatsoever, he came up with it out of nowhere while he was excited about the prospect of getting pastries and it’s simply stuck since then !! 

[preussischekrahen]

Inconspicuous Tourism

@theathxns There was an odd clacking noise that sounded out as Gilbert peered around the pillars. Although he had swapped out stuffing his clawed toes into over sized boots for the more comfortable option of getting a trench coat that dragged a little on the floor so his feet would be hidden, he found it created a new issue of trying to walk so his claws would not make too much noise. So far he had not been very successful. All he could hope was people simply assumed him an odd fellow who wore heels. Listening closely would of course disprove such a thing as there were multiple taps layered in each step. So far no one had asked him too many questions. His wings were still as cramped as ever, but so far it had been worth it to wander around the old temples.  What he didn’t seem to realise though, was that a few feathers were shedding from the imprisoned appendages and were currently leaving a curious trail behind him. Subtlety was not his strong suit. At the moment, he seemed far too distracted staring upwards to notice.