THAT'S WHAT I'M HERE FOR

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction  (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours ) .

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower .

[ slow dance ]  for  your  muse  to  ask  my  muse  to  slow  dance .

[ gift ]  for  your  muse  to  surprise  my muse  with  a  gift  ( & bonus if you add what the fit is ) .

[ homemade gift ]  for  your  muse  to  make  my  muse  a  gift    ( & bonus if you add what the fit is ) .

[ serenade ]  for  your  muse  to  sing  to  my  muse .

[ embrace ]  for  your  muse  to  pull  my  muse  into  a  tight  embrace .

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face .

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose .

[ date? ]  for  your  muse  to  ask  my  muse  to  go  on  a  date .

[ confess ]  for  your  muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  my  muse .

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

Oliver Jackson-Cohen in The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020)

           LILY WISHED SHE COULD HAPPILY SAY that arl eamon being alive and well was worth all the trouble they went through to get the ashes. all the lives lost at redcliff. connor’s life. and although she would never say it out loud, it wasn’t. in fact, many times during the trip back from haven she WONDERED if they even needed him that bad. but the worst of it had already been done, why dwell on it? she felt guilty enough already.

          more than that, she just didn’t trust the man. then again, lily rarely trusted ANYONE, so what was new? once they had a moment alone, she remembered something. she looked around the arl’s study after a particularly difficult fight in the palace during their chase for connor. she wanted to find a pultice maybe, something to treat small wounds. instead she found an amulet. she remembered alistair describing one just like that, and it belonging to his mother. 

being   back   in   redcliffe,   wandering   the   halls   of   the   castle   again   and   taking   in   the   sights   that   were   once   so    familiar    to   him   was   strangely   discomforting   ——   rather   than   the   peace   he   thought   he   might   feel   being   back   in   the   place   he   grew   up,   instead   he   felt   pain   ——   to   everyone   in   the   castle,   alistair   was   the   reminder   that   arl   eamon    might    have   been   unfaithful.   that   arl   eamon    might    have   let   some   indiscretion   desecrate   the   bond   between   himself   and   isolde.   what   he   expected   to   be   a   happy   moment   ——   a   reunion,   perhaps,   between   him   and   his   father   figure   ——   it   just   added   to   the   suffering   he   was   already   feeling.

“   let   me   see   that   ——   ”   lily’s   voice   was   a   welcome   break   from   his   thoughts.   if   he   were   in   there   long   enough,   it   became   too   depressing,   especially   now.   as   soon   as   the   amulet   is   in   his   palm,   he   takes   the   time   to   analyze   it.   it’s   silver,   with   the   ever - familiar   symbol   of   the   sun   that   the   chantry   touts   everywhere   it   goes.   it   certainly    looks    like   his   mother’s   amulet,   but   hers   was   smashed   to   pieces   by   an   angry   adolescent   alistair.   however,   upon   further   inspection,   he   notices   sure   signs   of   repair.    “   i   ——   i   can’t   believe   you   found   this!   ”   he   can’t   stop   the   smile   on   his   face,   nor   does   he    want    to.    “   i   can’t   believe   you   even    remembered    me   talking   about   it    ——    thank   you,   lily.   ”