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WHAT’S YOUR MUSE’S PLANT PERSONALITY? TAKE THIS QUIZ AND POST YOUR RESULTS   ( REPOST ,  DON’T REBLOG ! )

Chamomile

You Are: Easy-going, friendly and well liked, you’ve got a gentle and sweet nature and a calming presence that puts others at ease. Your sensitivity to others may cause you to take on too much of other people’s feelings, though, and you may even be prone to worry.

Dandelion

You Are: Scrappy and tough, you’re a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of person. You don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging. You have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis, but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are.

Fennel

You Are: You’re quiet, sometimes shy, with a tendency to be reserved. You have a humble, kind nature and often find yourself taking care of others. You can be known to hold things in, and you don’t always speak up for yourself. This tendency to hold things in can lead to disturbances.

            “going out during sunny weather always brings my spirits up. maybe it’s a bit odd, but rainy weather makes me happy too. maybe it’s the nostalgia of staying inside, only reading, or something.”

Again he found himself wondering what was going on in her head. What he would give to be able to understand her better. So much time has been wasted, time that could have been better spent healing the rift between them. Why did she have to be sent here? Why did she have to atone for her mother’s sins? She had done nothing wrong. It wasn’t as if she agreed with her mother… did she? His lip twitched, trying to fight against a frown. What if she did? He wouldn’t be surprised if after all this time-

It’s alright, he’ll make her happy soon. Just a little longer. He just needed to keep reminding himself. Soon. Soon both of them will get what they want.

The way she said it just sounded so… wrong. Of course, she wouldn’t want him to visit. He’s unbearable already, her patience is remarkable. That she doesn’t completely lose her temper is impressive. Doesn’t tell him to just go away or drop dead. Again  he fidgeted, fingers tugging at the edge of his overcoat. Stupid, that was a stupid thing to say.

“I don’t need to. I just… wanted… Okay, it’s fine. I don’t need to come see them when you don’t want me to. Knowing me, I’d probably just somehow end up killin’ them too.” Perhaps they should just turn around and go back. Save her the hassle of having to deal with him for a minute longer than necessary. Hell, he wouldn’t even be alive if he wasn’t trying to make sure she would have a better life. Well, it’s an awful life but it’s better than being stuck here forever.

She’d be happier and her mother would no doubt be too if she was still around. And so would his. Everyone wins.

Just a little more.

she flinched, stopping to stand in place once again. her hands gripped each other more tightly, her knuckles turning white. her tendency to create misunderstandings was far too active for her liking; eyes clouded as she cast her gaze away. 

after making a few attempts to speak, she eventually turned around, back facing her brother. the breath she took was obvious-- a long inhale, followed by a shaky exhale. clutching the front of her skirt, she lifted her head back up, straightening her posture, looking back at zelos. her eyes still held back more than she would have preferred, not mention adapting a definite glare. 

it was like this every time, after all. he’d take something she said the wrong way, and she’d get angry, and he’d leave. and she wouldn’t see him again for months. but this time, his response scared her more than any other had. she knew he’d come back at least once, for what she’d requested, but what would happen after? how long would it take for him to return then?

she was sick of it, sick of herself. sick of her inability to speak her mind. yet the words wouldn’t come. eventually, she sighed, her guarded stance becoming defeated, her eyes closing for a moment longer than a blink before she looked past him.

            “if you didn’t touch them, you wouldn’t be able to kill them.” her voice suddenly finding its way back into existence, she turned towards their destination once more, resuming a steady pace. “...if it bothered me, i wouldn’t have given you permission. if you have the time, then--”

            “--i... would like it if you saw the flowers’ progress. so you know you haven’t wasted any resources on someone incapable of taking care of them.”

seles’ eyes widened slightly as he held up the gifts, almost too fixated on them to notice his restlessness. his voice gave away what she couldn’t see, however, and she snapped out of her reverie when the items were lowered. 

            “ w-wait !! ”

lifting a foot to kick the ground softly, her cheeks began to heat up after her shout. too late to take it back, she figured, she held out her hands.