loneliest of all♔

     she stalls, as she does so wontedly—stirs the brewing mixture      sat pretty in porcelain with her wrists, swirling dessert steam      with cyclic motion ‘fore ascending the balmy drink up towards      soft lips. a pause; alabaster flickering with wholesome query,      for so unaccustomed is this question. the snow-kissed girl is      regarded with such doe-eyes, focus lost in the translation of      meaning. she lowers her cup, perplexed.

          Quite obviously, the incoming           freshman hadn’t been watching           her path, only the route in which           her feet pounded against pavement.           & the outcome was absolutely           catastrophic.

          She’s quite literally kneeling on the           New York sidewalk, grimy & filthy,           though she couldn’t seem to care           about the condition of her jeans           upon it now, what with her quite            literal dear-in-headlights stare at           the woman fallen just in front of her.

               ” I — I’m so sorry. I wasn’t …                   H — Here, I’ll help ———— “

            She had been here long enough to pinpoint             who was and wasn't a freshman here at NYU.             There had been a time ( what seemed like             eons ago ) when she too had been in this state.             Freshmen were odd creatures, always hurrying             to class and inevitably losing their way among             the vast territory that is known as the campus.             Vexation only seeps through the heiress now            as the younger girl makes an attempt to assist            her.

"I've got it."

           There's a tone to her voice that designates            brevity and curtness--clearly she's in no such            mood to deal with this. Hurriedly, she gathers            her belongings and place them back into the            bag, where they truly belong. And great, some            of the notes had footprints on them now. That's            exactly what she needed.

           She stands, posture tall and erect as her hands            work to sweep off any dust on herself. And she            casts a gaze upon the girl, a gaze colder than the            blizzards that hit here at the peak of winter.

       No effort is put forth into ignoring huffy demeanor. A brow arches          and she points out the other’s tone without hesitation.

       ❝Don’t sound too pleased.❞

"And neither do you."

          Cold comments tend to roll swiftly off           of sharp tongues. First impressions           were quite frankly never her forte---           and perhaps it was their mutual           acquaintance's fault for sending her           to her way.

"That must be a mistake!"

             There was no way that she of all people              scored so lowly on such an assessment.              Perhaps she had been spending too much              time investigating Torchwick, but she hadn't              expected this.

          She was going to miss the shuttle.           The moment after her first day           stepping out of college classes …           & she was going to miss the shuttle           back to her dorm.

          ———— It’s not going to help as she           runs straight into a fellow pedestrian.

                And here she is. She walks with dignity and                 authority--her gaze ever so casts down upon                 those who tread her way. She's just minding                 her own business, when suddenly, someone                 has the audacity to run into her.

                It's a cacophony of falling books and bags as                 the girl runs straight into her, knocking her                 right off her feet and onto the grimy sidewalk. It                 had to be a freshman. Only a freshman would                 do something so inane and irritating.

❥ How long have you been RPing this character?

유 Who was your first muse?

♋ What drew you to this muse?

☮ Is there anything you don’t like about playing this muse?

✌ What is the easiest aspect of playing this muse?

☏ What is the most challenging aspect of playing this muse?

☢ How many active muses do you have?

☠ Who is a muse you would want to play?

☤ What do you have in common with your muse?

☑ What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?

♚ Do you and your muse get along?

▲ Of the two of you, who is more mature, you or your muse?

♪ Are you comfortable playing your muse?

✈ Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

            And thus, it's not entirely uncommon             for a certain teammate to be there for             proper scolding.

dakshinadeer answered: white rose? umm more mat & lili?