Who asks the other on dates/go outs: Locked.Who is the bigger cuddler: Annie.Who initiates holding hands more often: Locked.Who remembers anniversaries/special events: Annie.Who is more possessive: Neither? XDWho gets more jealous: Locked, maybe?Who is more protective: Annie. Who dislikes PDA the most: Locked, cause he too cool.Who kills the spider: Locked, probably.Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Both, though I believe Locked would do it more often.Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Annie.Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: Neither. Locked just goes home and Annie keeps her bed.Who tries to make up first after arguments: Locked.Who tells the other they love them more often: Annie.
My muse is sleeping in an odd place! (Randomnized)
13.- In a statue’s arms
It had been fun the last night, fooling around with the large statue. Of course, she had the power to reach for it without using stairs or anything similar. The position of the woman’s arms made it simple for her to comfortably rest on them. What she hadn’t expected, was that they were, perhaps, way too comfortable. She couldn’t remember the moment she fell asleep on the statue.
Locked’s voice woke her up slightly and as her conciousness came back, she snuggled the cold copper surface of the woman, which quickly managed the wake her up completely and almost falling to the ground after flailing in utter confusion.
With her arms around the statue’s neck, she spotted the little demigod at the feet of the giant woman… And she frowned angrily.
Send me “Kiss” + a Body Part and my muse will react to yours kissing them there
She doesn’t say anything to him nor she tries to retrieve her hand to save it from the touch of his lips. Ghosty was way too used to this specific gesture of his; she didn’t find it strange anymore.
But they were these kind of gestures which easily won her over.
Her cheeks turned pink and her lips stretched in a smiled to show her appreciation to her friend.
“Y-You should act more li-like a prince.~ It’s nice.”
Send me “What happened?!” to find out what state your muse found mine in.
1.- Bruised and beaten up
She didn’t answer the question right away, opting to crash heavily on the couch and wincing at the shock of pain that went through her body. That was it. She probably wouldn’t move till the next morning… Or so.
And she really didn’t want to talk about what just had happened.
“A-a ga-gang… They were only three… Bu-but… They wanted s-something… A-and I didn’t want to give it to them…”
Ghosty took a deep and pained breath, before closing her eyes and going silent. Many questions would surely come from him, but she really didn’t want to talk right now… Just rest.
Eyelashes sweep her slumber away as she blinks her eyes open. The sensation of fingers threading through her hair had claimed her attention back to the world of the wakeful.
She turns to investigate the person behind it, relaxing again once she finds out is Locked the one playing with her hair. She doesn’t mind much, of course. For now, she is too much asleep to care if the trickster decides to pull a prank on her, but she too trusts him enough to know he wouldn’t do it being her half-asleep.
Ghosty closes her eyes again, leaning back on the couch and deciding to let the touch of his hands lull her back to sleep instead of disturb her. It does feel nice, after all…
I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.
“Love Me!” .- I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
“No”
“Aaaw, come on! Only a little splash?”
“No.”
“Then why did you say yes?”
“No”
Ghosty stood stubbornly outside the pool, arms closed, observing Locked swimming easily while he made her signs to get into the water. But she wasn’t going to do that, nope.
After ten minutes of fruitless attempts to get her in, the demigod got out of the water himself, shaking his head in disbelief at his friend’s attitude.
“Come on, Ghosty! Don’t you want to know how to swim?”
“No.”
“… That’s a lie.”
“No.”
A dramatic sigh left Locked just before he walked away from the area. Ghosty didn’t know where he went or if he was upset with her for not cooperating. She just… She couldn’t get into the water, she couldn’t float in it. Why had she even accepted coming, why?
She waited outisde the pool for some solid minutes until Locked’s arrival. This time, her friend was armed with several floaties and a tube. And before she could ask what were those for, he was already slidding the tube and the floaties all around her. By the end of it, she seemed to be wearing an weird-looking armour.
Locked giggled at the sight and pushed the poor girl into the water. A yelp was heard, though it didn’t last long. Soon enough, Ghosty found herself… Floating. She… She was floating! True, she couldn’t move properly, but at least she wasn’t sinking!
A small smile began to bloom on her lips while Locked returned to the water with a splash. He swam toward a funny-looking Ghosty and grinned, combing his hair backwards.
“It’s not so bad this way, isn’t it?”
“N-no, no it isn’t!
“I knew you’d like it, because I am that great” added the demigod, his grin stretching.
“…Ye-yes, I know” Ghosty chortled, before turning closer to him and kissing his cheek gratefully clumsily, before being moved away by the small waves of the water. “…H-how do I move?”
