ℍ𝕆𝕃𝕐 / 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘

@cainfm​ liked for a starter!

“dude, look out!” eyes widen when he spotted cain and the SAME perpetrator who had successfully glittered bombed him just moments ago, getting ready to do the same thing to the other male. reflexes were surprisingly quick and seeing as he was ALREADY drenched in glitter, he didn’t see the harm in taking the fall for the other, throwing himself in between cain and the glitter fiend. “fuck off, randy!” bash blinked, the glitter falling from his lashes and he had successfully gotten it into his mouth, turning to face cain, “glitter make LOOK harmless but this shit is like sand…will stay with you for fucking weeks. figured i could spare you.” he ran a hand through his hair, the glitter successfully falling everywhere, a rainfall of sparkles.

even with bash’s attempt - it hadn’t been enough to completely shield cain from the onslaught, glitter floating in the air before settling in the crevices of their sweater, hand-knitted, and catching on strands of cat hair sticking out from the wool. it was too hot, maybe, to wear a wool sweater - summer, and all - but they felt colder, lately. they made a mental note - anemic? a box checked with a question mark besides it. “th-thanks,” they blinked - leaning back, subtly, as if the glitter would fly from him to them; cautious, was the word. always cautious - even when it came to trivial matters such as a glitter war, “th-thought ... glitter bombing ended in - uh ... m-middle school.” cain reached up, scratched at their nose, a few stray specks of sparkle sticking to the leather of their glove, “bit - ridiculous, h-honestly. it - uh, think it works for you, though. something about complexion, d-dunno.”

The keys party had been a last minute decision - desperate, maybe, for human interaction suddenly; loneliness usually struck hard when they last expected it, when they’d almost forgotten it. Still - it left them scrambling, table set with two wineglasses and a particularly large puzzle piece set; not romantic by any means, but at least considerate in gesture. They’d already been on their second glass when the doorknob turned, head jolting up and brows furrowed. “I want to - uh - pre-preface, this,” it probably hadn’t been the best idea, announcing this in their face before they’d even had time to settle - bit humorous, bit terribly awkward - but they’d already been in too deep, “I’m - this isn’t a f-fucking, like - uh, fucking thing - for me, personally, uh. Not - not in uh - I mean it isn’t a sex thing, for me - just, throwing that ... out th-there.”

“I - uh,” Cain shuffled into the kitchen, slippers scuffed with dirt and jacket comically short ( their waist had been so much longer; their arms, too ), “Th-thought I saw Herb outside - this morning. Th-thought he ... ran away, or s-something. So uh -,” They scratched their nose, “Brought Herb inside. Dropped ‘em off uh - outside Jude’s r-room. Common courtesy. Just - uh, peered in, just n-now. To check on ‘em - two tortoises just, fucking - going at it, in th-there. Real, uh - intense. Shells-clacking.”

“My dad’s been listening to 60′s music all week, the inside of my head looks like one of those drive-in diner places and I’m on rollerskates at all times, you have no idea,” Iseul ranted, stabbing her fork into a rather thick piece of broccoli. It was nice eating outside for once at the Radcliffe eatery, but she was getting antsy after having been there so long. “Think fast!” she said, launching the piece of broccoli in the direction of the person across from her, laughing as it skirted past them and hit someone in the cheek. “Sorry! Trick hand!” 

“60′s music’s pretty, uh - good, in his defense. Like - uh ... fucking ... The Lion S-sleeps Tonight? Classic. B-brilliant. I mean, god - James Brown? An icon. I Feel Good was even in the uh - Garfield movie, if my memory s-serves correct. Like to th-think I know my Garfield lore. Like a fucking ... historian, of the orange little guy. Got a chia p-pet, even. My cats hate it.” They’d been stirring around their soup - it felt appropriate inside, but outside it’d felt almost too warm for the air, now. A bean swam across the broth, sadly. “Ah - ah gee, ah - Iseul,” it hadn’t been stern, looking over their shoulder at the person who’d been hit, “That was a good piece of broccoli. If you - if you try again, I can c-catch it in my mouth. I’ve retained a lot of past skills. It’s uh - impressive, I’d like to th-think.”

“Ah - I remember you,” they nodded casually - staring down at the other, bottom of their coffee cup going to knock against Chase’s forehead, lightly, “Asked why I’m so ... tall, I th-think. In Provincetown, yeah? What’s it - again? Ch-Chad?” Cain lifted the coffee to their lips, took a hefty sip - exhaled, after a moment. “Th-think your ... mugshot, or something, is framed in our dorm. With a - uh - big angry red c-circle. Big red line. Dart holes. Wh-what’d you do, for that?”

“wanna get out of here?” clem said to the person sitting across from her at the library, though she’d only just arrived, a big pile of books on the table. she’d fallen behind, all the excitement for the trip getting to her head and distracting her from her actual goal. it had only taken a couple of hours since she’d got back for her to remember it loud and clear, a phone call to her parents to let them know she’d made it back to radcliffe safe and sound dragging her down to earth with one swift blow. “kidding — wish i’d brought coffee though, is that still warm? can i steal a sip?” she asked, clearly not ready to sit down and face her studies, nearly vibrating in her seat with how badly she wanted to leave the quiet of the place and go outside to do things. @radopens​

“sure -” it hadn’t been clear to them that it’d been a joke, at first, head jerking up almost immediately at the sound of her voice; papers scattering across the table with how quick their hand had been to drop the pen. antsy, maybe, for an escape - or maybe antsy for something else, “ - ah. p-probably for the best,” there hadn’t been disappointment in their tone, at the very least. “it’s - uh, lukewarm. s-still, uh. drinkable, though. have as much as you’d like,” cain leaned forward - out of their seat, just a little, to hand the coffee to her. it hadn’t been necessary - their arms long and the table considerably not. still - they offered her a smile, afterwards; settling back into their seat. “what - what are you studying? must’ve - uh, forgotten. noggin’s a bit - uh - old.”

“i’ve been - uh, studying caleb’s dance routine, e-everytime he’s over at the d-dorm ... i’d like to a-attempt a death drop, your honor.”

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

“i - uh ... lay down for a very, very long time.”

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

“hard to - uh. think about it. rather not say.”

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

“i don’t th-think of myself often, anymore.”

agate: how my muse calms down

“pr-probably ... uh ... reading. sometimes i have to take, uh ... more dr-drastic measures, but - i have it under control, for the most p-part.”

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

“a very, very, very small f-fleck, in the long run.”

“i don’t th-think i’m in the right ... headspace to pick either of them, truthfully. i d-don’t know when i’d ever be able to make a decision like th-that.”

“uh - christ. delilah and abel.”

“tw-twice.”

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited