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15.  Share a random headcanon about your muse!

Ya  boy’s  been  having  some  really  intense  ,  vivid  nightmares  about  murder  and  cannibalism  ever  since  he  turned  .  He’s  Darwinism  at  its  finest  ,  can’t  really  reconcile  the  idea  that  he’s  now  something  entirely  different  from  a  human  being  ,  that  there’s  been  this  massive  physiological  shift  in  how  his  body  works  ,  and  that  drinking  human   blood  is  just  one  of  those  things  he  has  to  do  to  survive  now  in  the  same  capacity  that  eating  his  5  a  day  as  human  was  .  So  it  all  subconsciously  amalgamates  and  more  often  than  not  ,  he  ends  up  having   these  particularly  macabre  dreams  ,  where  he’ll  usually  have  the  full  vivid  dream  experience  complete  with  tactile  sensations  of  breaking  bones  in  his  hands  or  having  blood  drip  down  his  chin  ,  and  then  upon  waking  up  he  usually  struggles  to  separate  these  from  reality  !

17.  What is something about your muse’s background story that you’ve always wanted to have a thread about?

They say that beauty lies behind the eyes – that, no matter how abysmally ugly they are on the outside, it somehow seems to shine through their exterior by the means of their words and actions.  Yet your brain is a dark, dark place.  Then again, even if it was true, it’s not like someone this dim-witted would notice.

–– Which leads to you, so easily distracted, turning your attention to what Kazuki was saying.

“Ah, right.”  Hands fall from those cheeks like orange leaves from autumn trees.  And like a rotten plum trunk, you lean back in the sofa you’re sat on, trying to remember what you were about to say.  “Yes, uh, I was going to tell you that us being in a relationship is kinda gay…  You know, since we’re both men.  I’m not sure you knew this though ‘cause you’re kind of girly.  But yeah.. my computer told me so, so it’s gotta be true!”

     It’s  not  for  any  revelation  in  the  other  vampire’s  words  that  silence  now  falls  upon  them .  Rather  ,  there’s  a  phrase  which  comes  to  Kazuki’s  mind  ,  one  he  thought  was  dead  and  buried  in  the  memories  of  his  high  school  physics  class  .  Horror  vacui   —  nature  abhors  a  vacuum  ;  at  one  point  or  another  ,  every  empty  space  needs  to  filled  with  something ,  a  6ft  deep  hole  in  hallowed  ground  with  tip-tilted  earth  and   a  closed  casket  ,  the  confines  of  Tsu’s  skull  with  abject  nonsense . . .