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@veuve-lilac​ asked:

how does your muse handle breakups?

SHIPPING QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN | ACCEPTING!

I guess he’d handle them really badly. I’ve kinda wrote two breakups with him over on discord and both times he didn’t take it well. He gets self-destructive (he already has some self-destructive issues) but then is just gets worse, like, he started drinking and stopped taking care of himself and his health. Though in one of these, he actually had the support of Obi-Wan and Ahsoka to go through with it, the other he had the support of Ventress (long story but I guess I told you some of it during our chats on disc xD). I guess if he has someone to support him through it, he may eventually heal and get over it. Or just give him some time to heal on his own.

[bevrijdme]

@veuve-lilac | [starter call]

Evidence of a conscious mind shines through in the distance kept from the blue-skinned woman. After all, weren’t spiders of the Latrodectus genus known for their lethality? Siebren seemed to think so, and he was a doctor after all... though... of... what... exactly... he occasionally forgets--

WHY A DOCTOR OF CALAMITY, OF COURSE! OF CRUSHING MIGHT AND TOTAL OBLIVION!!!

--But he refuses to let it break his stride. Largely because there was no stride to break, buoyed instead by the gravity defying abilities that his quite disastrous, yet ambitious project inadvertently endowed him with. Thus, instead of walking, he simply.. drifted about, from one location to the next.

Which so happened to place him in proximity to the infamous sniper, midway through travelling between different parts of the base. A Talon agent, moulded for a specific purpose. Just like what they’re doing to him.

“Ah, do excuse me, I am in something of a rush to get back to my lab.” A place which in reality was a containment area, but the gravity manipulator knew not of such a deception.

[adreamyassortment]

@veuve-lilac ( X )

He wasn’t very fashionable. Granted, he KNEW what he liked in fashion, and he knew what he found most comfortable. But it would be nice to have a second opinion...

“Well, you know me. I look good in anything, but I’ll look amazing in almost anything you pick.” he chuckles, hand around her shoulders as they walked. “Just... let’s not buy a season’s worth of clothes ok?”

[hellwrcith]

@veuve-lilac

“Let’s say I’m reacting more since I regained my castle. Some of old memories and sensations awoke there… I hope you don’t tell the council about this, because my head always is in a blink of exploding after every session…”

She hugged her Talon teammate, whispering those things near his mask. A silent and cold blood assassin was terrifying, but a lucid one, with unbalanced emotions was even more.

… That wasn’t entirely new news, but it was still uncomforting to think about. No doubt some of the more delicate things would follow down the line. Likely one day she might actually recognize his voice was similar to the man that occasionally accompanied her husband to several ballet shows and chatted with at official political parties.

He sighed, simply laying a hand against the top of her head. “You know we have eyes and ears in every corner of the organization… Secrets aren’t an easy thing to keep, especially in those that are dearly prized.”

[embrace-tranquility]

"I want a kiss , my friend !"

First three in my inbox get kisses | 2/3

“You always deserve a kiss, my dear friend.”

He moves in, placing a hand on her shoulder and leans in to place a soft ‘kiss’ on her cheek, a spark traveling from his faceplate to her cheek. 

[embrace-tranquility]

'Intimate'

send ‘intimate’ for a nonsexual intimate starter | accepting

45: meditating or sharing spirituality

“Let us try again.”

His voice is calm, tranquil as he watches Widowmaker resume her position on the meditation pillow. Some time ago, they decided to pick up meditating. Amélie had wished to try, and who was Zenyatta to deny her. Perhaps it would do her good.

Perhaps it would mend that which had been broken. Or let her feel once again that which she had lost.

“Focus on a point in front of you, on the floor. Look at it, keep your eyes there. Now, focus on your breathing. Feel it within your chest. Feel how you inhale the air, how it rests in your lungs. Breathe in, feel it, and then let it go.”

[embrace-tranquility]

"You must run and hide while you can, if Maximilien founds you, he'll try to kill you no mather what, because you could be your brother's successor"

She had news for him, she had said. Had asked him to come over in a hurry, that there was something important that she needed to share with him. And he had gone. He trusted her. She had gone with him to Nepal, worried for him when he had been broken, and while many had warned him that one should not mingle with, your brother’s, killer, she was working very hard to redeem herself.

The fear in her words, as well as her stuff posture and the hurry in her words made it clear that she was not joking. But who was this Maximilien?

“Amelie, calm down.” Zenyatta says, taking her hands as he helps her sit back in her seat, two cups of tea, steaming hot, standing on the table between them. “I am grateful that you worry for me, but let us not get too hasty.” He moved back to sit back down in his own seat.

“Who is Maximilien?”

[embrace-tranquility]

"Can you braid my hair ?"

“Certainly.”

Zenyatta stands up from his spot, grabbing a pillow from the massive pile in the corner of his room. He then places it in front of his own pillow, and pats it, as a gesture for her to sit down on it.

“Do you have a preference for a braid? I know all sorts of styles.”