Autem Lunae

Tagged by: @piraticalwit

Tagging: @brightflight @sylvansmercy @royalmagus @hisroyalcharmingness @maidregalia @rcdleather @myricds (muse of your choice!) @mohiican

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE? earthy, like the forest after the rain, with a hint of moss and loam - even in modern verses where she’s not in the enchanted forest, a trace of pine scent hangs about her, clean and sharp. She favors natural perfumes, her nose far too sensitive for synthetic scents, and tends to use them sparingly.

HOW OFTEN DOES YOUR MUSE BATHE/SHOWER? ANY HABITS? Ruby is almost ridiculously fastidious, showering every morning and then usually taking a bubble bath before bed to relax and unwind. She’s very aware of other people’s “scents” and as such, tends to be more conscious of her own as well. 

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS? She has her ears pierced, and at one time had a navel piercing that she’s since decided was “tacky.” She also has a small (ironic) wolf print tattoo on the back of her left shoulder.

ANY BODY MOVEMENT QUIRKS? (E.G. KNEE SHAKES?) Ruby tends to be almost preternaturally still, her body able to remain utterly motionless despite what’s going on around her, and it can be off-putting to some people. As such, she’s learned to keep her hands busy so it’s not as obvious, always fussing with things, straightening up to avoid making anyone uncomfortable with the intensity of her focus.

WHAT DO THEY SLEEP IN? Generally naked - she doesn’t like the restricted feeling of clothing, and her increased body temperature means she often gets overheated at night, so sleeping in the nude is a logical choice for her. She has nightgowns and sleep pants for when she’s awake but not dressed for the day, but they’re removed when she goes to bed.

WHAT’S THEIR FAVOURITE PIECE OF CLOTHING? She loves shoes. It’s her one real nod to being a “girl,” and she revels in the styles and colors of them - high heels to boots and everything in between.

WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY WAKE UP? Usually she showers and gets dressed, then makes herself some coffee or tea depending on her mood. Sometimes she’ll grab a bite to eat, but often she’s not hungry when she first wakes up so that’s not as common an occurrence.

HOW DO THEY SLEEP?  POSITION? Curled up on her side, one hand tucked beneath her head, knees drawn up almost to her chest. She’s a tiny little ball when she sleeps.

WHAT DO THEIR HANDS FEEL LIKE? Softer than one might expect, though they’re strong from years of hard work. Her nails are kept meticulously clean and fairly short; she will sometimes paint them if she’s feeling particularly “girly” on any given day. 

Long past the witching hour and the place was hopping. Somebody’d brought out an instrument almost like a lute but not – she’d been told it was called agitar, or a guitarra, or something like – and someone else was blowing a rhythm on an empty clay jug. Everywhere in the Hanged Man, folks were dancing, which made a pretty sort of counterpoint to the usual fights. Didn’t look all that different from the outside, she supposed, except there was a little less blood involved and a little more laughing.

And someone – not Hawke, that was for damned sure; nobody needed to hear that – was singing, too.

She laughed as she spun from hand to hand, from set of arms to set of arms, the room whirling dizzily around her and her short hair flying out like a banner around her head. At the end of the long twirl and whirl, she tripped, maybe intentionally and maybe not, into the lap of the pretty dark haired lady in red sitting at a table by the wall.

Planting a laughing kiss on the corner of the stranger’s mouth, Hawke said, tugging at her hands, “Come on, come and dance!”

She’d been perfectly content to watch the goings-on without feeling the need to join in - it was safer to blend in to the background than to stand out, and she’d been doing a fine job of it thus far...until the music grew louder and the gathered patrons started feeling the ale that flowed freely from the taps. Then it was a matter of sinking back into the shadows, pretending to be part of the woodwork as dancer after dancer spun past her with quickening steps.

Despite her reticence, her gaze was repeatedly pulled toward one dancer in particular: the laughing woman with bright eyes and sharp smile, feet moving with deceptive grace through complicated steps as she was turned this way and that. There was something about her, something that drew the eye and caught the imagination, and Ruby found herself unable to look away, her reserved demeanor undermined by this fair-faced whirlwind.

The sudden shift in motion followed by the ‘accidental’ fumble in step found Ruby with an armful of warm, breathless woman, and hazel eyes widened in shock as soft lips caught hers in a kiss so fleeting she barely had time to react before it passed. 

“I...” Words were cut off abruptly as she was tugged to her feet without option to decline (not that she would have passed up the chance for a reprise of that quicksilver kiss...) she was pulled along into the reel, her own steps hesitant where the woman’s led with confident ease, a smile growing ever-wider as she followed along.