#windstormmage

[astudentoftheheart]

☁ - it was a plush of an owl, round and ten inches in length, six in with and about four in depth. The fabric was the softest kind there was, those used for newborn baby toys and blankets. It's base color was a desaturated brown with an off white belly, wings and little feet were dark brown, while it's eyes and beak were embroidered on

Send ☁ to give my muse a stuffed animal.

Ienzo stared at the plushie in awe; he had never seen a plush with such fine craftsmanship. He looked up at Vaati, then back down at the owl, then back up at Vaati. He pointed at himself, tilting his head. He couldn't believe such a gift was being offered to him of all people.

[astudentoftheheart]

“Please just leave me alone!..”

Found Crying/Crying Starter Pack

Okay, well, that was kind of hard to do considering he was crying in Ienzo's house. Well, technically the library was a public area but all that meant was that even if Ienzo left him, someone else would surely come in to bother him before long. While having someone else take care of him would be a good way to ascertain whether or not he actually existed, it didn't sit right with Ienzo.

Instead he opted to ignore Vaati's request, placing a hand atop his purple hair in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

[astudentoftheheart]

⭐️

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

⭐️He's a little annoyed that every time he leaves to go get someone to come apprehend the purple intruder, Vaati is always gone. He's a little annoyed... and very afraid that this 'purple intruder' might not even exist at all. He's afraid that there is no purple person appearing in random parts of the castle to torment him, that Vaati is just an imagining of his mind. He kind of wants to ask Even to go a bit more in-depth for Ienzo's next routine check-up, but...

...He's scared of what might happen if there really is something wrong with him.

[astudentoftheheart]

💭

For every 💭 I receive, I will write one thought my Muse has had about yours.

'How does he manage to only show up when I'm the only one around? Is he spying on us, somehow...?'

[astudentoftheheart]

It was very late into the night and Vaati had decided to pop back into the lab to check in on the little scientist. To his surprise he had found the kid fast asleep in the library with his head in a book. With a small snicker, Vaati removed his cape and draped it around little Ienzo.

"Nnh..." Disturbed by Vaati's snickering, it seemed as if Ienzo was about to awaken as the little boy began to shift in his chair. His hand rose up from where it hung at his side, and... gracelessly flopped down onto the book.

Nope, this kid is still out. Wonder what book he had been reading...?

[astudentoftheheart]

´͈ ᵕ `͈

Send “´͈ ᵕ `͈” for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly holding their hand.

As usual, the purple haired intruder had popped up seemingly out of nowhere. Not as usual, however, was the fact he had grabbed Ienzo’s hand. “Why.” Ienzo asked dully. He was glaring; his expression thoroughly unamused.

[astudentoftheheart]

The wind mage hands the boy a brand new journal. "Scientists always need these right? Just don't ask how I got it"

Okay, well, he still didn't know how this guy was getting into his home but Ienzo has been appeased for no-- 'just don't ask how I got it.'

Ienzo fixed the mysterious intruder with an even more skeptical look than he had when the other had suddenly appeared.

[picorihero]

🚪

Send me 🚪  ( or ‘door’ )   and I’ll generate a number for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep … 25. holding a baby animal ( fox )

I KEPT GETTING GOSH DARN DISTRACTED ADFLKDJGK---

Link stopped at the doorstep and examined the near-neglected building. One of many in Hyrule’s ancient ruins, but according to the little fox he found and now carried in his hands, someone lived there. He looked back on the horizon watching the approaching ominous clouds roll in, and the atmosphere grow thick with mist. 

Yet the foreboding winds he’d felt came from the building before him, not the storm.

He scratched the small kit behind its ear with a calm smile. It was lost and scared---and so was he. But he had to be the ‘brave’ one in these times. And as the brave one, he, against all better judgement, reached out his hand to knock at the decaying wood door.