∵ ° ✦ HEARTS LIKE WILDFLOWERS. ✦ ° ∵

Hence why she'd simply shrug at Clara's explanation... and why she'd look momentarily startled, if not a bit cautious, at the necromancer's suggestion. It's not like she hasn't used her own blood in experiments before, but the results were always... finicky.

　 　 “Depends how much you need - and what exactly you're using it for. The Life Energy of an Evolved tends to cause problems if you aren't familiar with how to work around it, or are innately familiar with the health or talents of the mage it came from.”

Concerningly, that's not a no. Just a word of caution, the witch moving a hand in a 'so-so' motion.

　 　 “It makes a good catalyst for locks and stress testing, since it's like a imprint keyed to it's source... but if you aren't keeping track of the Life Energy levels contained within, things can get... messy. It's normally best to use your own, since that way you know exactly what you're introducing to the project.”

But Clara probably knows that, since she explicitly said 'another' witch's blood. Well... this may be a good learning experience? Her life energy tends to get... destructive, when used without proper direction. Especially now that she has no voice to help solidify her intent.

Clara listened intently to the older witch’s words, nodding along as Bri gave her warnings. Clara was familiar enough with blood as a component in magic, at least so far as its usual applications in necromancy, but she was still young and ever learning. Even if the necromancer normally came off as rather absentminded, if there was one thing the younger witch cared about, it was studying and improving her craft of choice. 

A wide smile spread across Clara’s face. “Those downsides don't sound like downsides at all, Bri! Either of those results sounds suuuper cool! So it’s okay! What better self-defense measure than a skull rigged to explode into a shape-shifting bone-dust cloud when shattered? …If I could get it to work like that, anyway." A tilt of her head, “Though a shapeshifting skeleton would be even cooler… Like, what if I could get the bones of a human to transform into the bones of a rattata? Sooo many possibilities! You gotta lemme try it now!"

She hurriedly reached into her backpack, rummaging around until she pulled out a small glass vial. “This can hold around 2 milliliters! That's barely anything! Just a prick!” She offers the vial to Bridgette then. 

“Pleeeease?” 

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

He did not move, when she approached. He had learned long ago how to read intent—- even long before his body had been reshaped beyond the boundaries of mortality. He could feel hostility before a muscle twitched, perceive rebellion in the silence before betrayal. But here —from her— there seemed to be no animosity.

And neither was there any from his part. Muzan’s way through his own existence was marked by one simple principle: that which did not stand as either prey or an obstacle in his way should be left untouched, without needless confrontation. Akin to a river carving its course, he flowed forward in relentless motion, diverting neither to disturb the reeds or push the stones that did not impede his current. There was a reason why so few were even aware of the existence of those of his kind, after all.  

❛  The word 'domain' implies attachment. I hold no such sentiment for this place. ❜ His voice, smooth as lacquered wood, slipped into the night. ❛  I have little fascination for humans. Their lives, their towns, their fragile hopes—- none of it concerns me. ❜ Such was the truth. He neither adored nor despised humans—- he merely wore their manner and walked among them for his own convenience, observing them as one might ants. They were prey when hunger made its presence known, and tools when the situation demanded disguise or leverage. Their use shifted—- but never their worth.

A pause followed soon after. A deliberate moment of stillness before his lips curved upward, plum red eyes reflecting the same kind of measured intrigue that her inquiry had revealed.

“Naturally.” She spoke as if to imply otherwise was a foreign concept to her. She stopped a few feet before him, far enough that one could feel the heat that radiated from her presence without risk of catching flame.

“Though I care about the humans upon it only in so much as one cares for any fleeting novelty. Pretty trinkets for my collection.” The land itself was what held true value to her in the end. A small town of bubbling hot springs, settled near a long quiet volcano the humans had named Mount Hakone, and a quick flight to the island's most active center of entertainment. A suitable place for her. That humans here had chosen to settle it and care for it until her arrival was but a benefit in her eyes, their labor of existence something that marked them as useful to her while they lived upon her newest claimed land.

Such was the way of dragons such as her. Their world was one of vast territories drawn by ancient claws and guarded through millennia. Invisible borders dividing the world into regions incomprehensible to any but them, slowly drawn and redrawn headless of any, mortal or otherwise, and their civilizations that temporarily dwelled within them. 

"But that you hold no such notions of attachment makes my.." there is a slight click of her tongue then as she searches for the word, "temporary acquisition much simpler."

A smile graced her lips then, “To speak plainly, I am on holiday, and I seek a comfortable place to unwind for the next mere century or so. This place,” She idly motions towards the surrounding buildings, before gesturing towards the nearby volcanic mountain, “suits my needs. So I am taking it.” It was never going to be a request. To Ireis, this town, the mountain, the forests between them, everything and everyone within it, was already hers.

That she was bothering to explain as much to the demon was a show of good faith on the part of the red. 

"We differ on that opinion, I suppose. A true delicacy can be delighted in again and again without loss of pleasure~," the Baroness comments in turn, a tease still in her tone as she continues, "though, I suppose what you devour is rather limited in supply compared to my meals."

“Hanging off your arm, if you’d like~” Seo-yeon playfully quips in return. She sits up then, her form effortlessly shifting one after another. A pretty maiden with soft rose hair, a pauper’s beautiful daughter with auburn locks that fell like waves, an older woman whose age has done little to dull her Shelyn-blessed appearance, some strangers to the paladin, some passingly familiar. The gumiho browsed through her collection of stolen faces as casually as one did dresses in a wardrobe. 

She settled into her favored form once more, ears perked and tails expectedly swaying behind her. “Though, naturally, the prettiest face is my own.” The one they had chosen upon taking a human guise. “And but a rare, privileged few have ever had the luxury of taking this face on a nice dinner, you know.” 

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strangers don't last very long around here .

lay down your sword , and i'll lay down mine .

whatever you do , do not stray from the path .

try not to get yourself killed .

the magic here is old and wild .

quiet ... do not wake it .

i thought i'd find you here . get up .

the tavern in [ location ] is known for its ale and its rumors .

you are starting the path towards your destiny .

is there no end to this accursed forest ?

my sword is yours .

the path to redemption is paved with trials and tribulations .

this forest feels ... sick . as if a disease lies upon it .

you are nothing but damned bones , and a damned soul .

have you ever seen the world beyond [ location ] ?

in the face of overwhelming odds , we must stand united .

please don't let them know that i'm here .

i've heard tales of your exploits . impressive , if they're true .

there's a town three miles east from here .

we have such history , you and i .

go carefully ... there's a camp nearby .

you will not die here , i forbid it .

your reputation precedes you .

i would rather die on my feet than on my knees .

there is no destiny . no born heroes .

you've got a fire in your eyes . use it , but don't let it consume you .

the spirits of this forest are restless .

there's more that you aren't telling me .

you have something that belongs to me .

you shouldn't be here , it's not safe in these parts .

all we can trust are the blades in our hands .

do you believe in fate ? destiny , prophecies ...

i don't think i'll ever get used to having blood on my hands .

wait ! there's traps here . lots of them .

i would die before helping in such a task .

there's an inn just another mile north .

have your blade at the ready .

if you can't already tell , i don't require saving .

have you drank your fill already ?

this isn't just some lark to me .

i'm headed to [ location ] . i could use some company .

your bravery is admirable , but it will also be your undoing .

you're exhausted , [ name ] . we're stopping here .

i will hunt you until the day i die .

i wish you a safe journey home .

as long as i can be of no help , i'm going to hide .

raise your sword . this should be a fair fight .

you're brave to show your face here again .

in this world , you can trust two things ; your intuition and your sword .

i've seen the way you look at the horizon . you're searching for something .

[ administers a healing potion / spell ] is that any better ?

you have no idea of the catastrophe you've set in motion .

there's an ambush ahead , stay quiet .

i want to know your story ... beginning to end .

in the end , we're all just stories waiting to be told .

i've heard tales of a dragon living high up in the mountains . some say it's just a myth , others swear it's real .

the line between friend and foe is often blurred .

try to stay quiet . is the wound deep ?

do not provoke them .

monster ? who's the monster here ?

i forbid you from telling anyone what you've seen here .

are you scared of witches ?

that's a beautiful [ weapon ] . may i ?

you are a valuable ally and a fearsome adversary .

do not tell me you've grown soft over the years .

if our enemy has returned , we must know .

you're a tough one to read , but i can see the kindness in your eyes .

the key to survival is knowing when to fight and when to flee .

i never expected to run into you in [ location ] .

last we spoke , you owed me some coin .

do not fear me ... everybody else fears me .

there is no magic or medicine that can cure this .

you keep questionable company .

every choice has a consequence .

the fate of the world lies in your hands .

so you're the great [ name ] .

remorse will get you nowhere .

you must stay on the path . do not leave it . if you do , you'll never find it again .

i once dreamed of this place . it's real ?

some secrets are best left buried .

the bridge is heavily guarded . we need a plan .

i thought you were returning home .

i would not do this unless i had to .

i need my horse .

it's real . all of the stories , the legends ... and it's real .

First Meetings Sentences, Vol. 2

(Sentences for muses meeting for the first time. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"May I have this dance?"

"I can't say I think much of your welcome."

"Can I have a cup of coffee, please?"

"I don't mean to pry, but is something troubling you?"

"What an honour to meet you!"

"What are you grinning at?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"I hope we shall become friends."

"Do I gather that you recognise me?"

"Who exactly are you, anyway?"

"You do know I have a first name?"

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"How can I help you this beautiful morning?"

"Why don't you have glass of champagne?"

"My name is not important."

"Do you really want to start off this friendship with a lie?"

"You know, you have one of those faces. The kind that's vaguely familiar."

"What did you say your name was again?"

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Do you come to a lot of these events?"

"Won't you have a drink?"

"We've got off on the wrong foot, haven't we?"

"I regret that we met this way."

"How did you get in here?"

"Are you drinking all alone tonight?"

"How old are you?"

"I'm just passing by."

"Forgive me if I don't shake hands."

"Perhaps I could be of assistance?"

"So, do you ever do anything for fun?"

First Meetings Sentences, Vol. 3

(Sentences for muses meeting for the first time. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"What am I supposed to call you?"

"You're following me. I don't care to be followed."

"Hey, you're that guy, aren't you?"

"I don't even know your name."

"You must not know who I am. Want to find out?"

"We don't know each other well enough for you to say something like that to me."

"You're not what I expected."

"You look like a man who could use a drink."

"You have me confused with somebody else."

"Well, that is an interesting way to say hello!"

"From your description, I expected you to be a lot taller."

"Who told you where to find me?"

"I know who you are!"

"How long have you worked here?"

"Say, why don't we carry on this delightful conversation over a cocktail?"

"I heard you were looking for me?"

"You've been following me since I arrived, haven't you?"

"Do I know you? You look so familiar."

"Do you know this city well?"

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"Who are you? I've seen you someplace before."

"Is that seat taken?"

"Who are all these people?"

"Who the hell are you supposed to be?"

"I've heard stories about you. They can't all be true."

"I don't believe we've been formally introduced?"

"It's exciting to have someone new to talk to!"

"Don't get many visitors here, do you?"

"Can you just explain exactly what you do?"

"They told you I was crazy, didn't they?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know your name?"

"We've never met before, right?"

"Come now, I wouldn't think that...I thought you were going to suggest dining on excited mothers. That seems more your tastes, dear," the antipaladin teases back as she leans back into her chair. She allows the fox to prod her, enjoying a woman's touch even if that very woman is more beast than not.

“If I ate nothing but my favorite food every day, it’s only natural I’d get bored with it eventually, right~? Variety is the spice of life!” She says with a joking laugh. Not that she would ever actually get bored of her ‘favorite meal’, but even she enjoyed eating for the sake of more than just survival. "Hwanggot cuisine is woefully rare around here... but I know you have good taste when it comes to overly fancy feasts full of new things to sample!"

More importantly, it would be a free dinner Seo-yeon didn’t need to pay for! A win for her on all fronts! 

he  tilts  his  head  at  her  little  curtsy.  how  formal  —  though  the  awkwardness  practically  screams  trying  too  hard.  charming  in  its  own  way,  the  trickster  supposes,  assuming  one  happens  to  be  into  that  kind  of  thing.  ❝  a  pleasure  ~  ♫  ❞   the  god  echoes,  grabbing  the  tattered  edges  of  his  cloak  and  mimicking  the  gesture.  ❝  call  me  forseti.  ❞  he  can't  help  but  smile  as  he  introduces  himself  —  the  expression  might  be  misconstrued  as  simple  politeness,  but  loki  can't  help  but  feel  a  little  thrill  at  the  thought  of  stealing  the  god  of  justice's  name  for  his  own  petty  mischief.  oh,  he  would  hate  it.  that's  precisely  why  it's  so  worth  doing.

❝  as  far  as  the  dress  code  goes ...  it  has  to  be  pretty  fancy,  right?  ❞  loki  considers  this  for  a  moment,  then  snaps  his  fingers.  his  clothes  shift  like  ripples  distorting  an  image  reflected  in  a  pool  of  water  —  trading  his  usual  attire  for  something  a  bit  fancier.  sleek  pants,  polished  shoes,  a  long  tailcoat  adorned  with  delicate  embroidery  and  a  tasteful  amount  of  ruffles.  he  hasn't  worn  this  one  in  four  thousand  years  —  what  better  time  to  bring  it  out  of  retirement?  it's  practically  vintage.  ❝  tadaaa!  not bad for such short notice, huh?  ❞   the  trickster  does  a  little  spin  to  show  off  his  outfit,  arms  spread  wide  with  predictable  theatrical  flair.  he  looks  good!  he  knows  he  looks  good,  obviously  —  but  his  ego  would  always  appreciate  hearing  it  from  someone  else  for  a  change.

Forseti. The fox pockets the name away into the back of their mind. She was about to chirp up that she knew a tailor who owed her a favor— but as his attire rippled into existence, she let out a surprised gasp instead. “Oh wow! You’re a mage? That’s incredible!" Mages. That explained some of the theatrics at least. Seo-yeon found the magic sort usually only came in one of two flavors; stick in the mud scholars or theatrical entertainers. 

How lucky to have found the latter, if she had to pretend to be interested in some niche arcane research or another and listen to boring lectures for hours on end Seo-yeon would want to be the one at the end of her blades by the night's end. 

His fashion style was a bit archaic for their tastes, the sort of thing the fox wouldn’t be caught dead in, but the maiden joyfully clapped in approval nonetheless, “You look amazing, Forseti!” It would do. 

“I wish I could just poof a beautiful dress into existence like that! Sadly, I gotta go get ready the normal, boring way.” She says in jest, a light chuckle escaping her. "Promise I won't take too long, though!"

Had their lives been... well, entirely different, Sebastian would no doubt have been 'allowed' time off on weekends and holidays, and would likely have needed it, too. Still, he supposed it might appear rather odd to an outsider, watching how relentlessly the butler worked. Fortunately, not even the Phantomhive staff knew that Sebastian didn't even sleep at all.

She was welcome to test her luck, but if she expected Sebastian to offer anything beyond what was already public knowledge, she was certain to leave empty-handed; whether on or off the record. From the demon's perspective, however, so long as she did not obstruct him or deliberately hinder his already full schedule, this was simply an opportunity to forge an unlikely connection that might prove useful later. Nosy humans were inevitably a nuisance, but gain their favor early, and they became far easier to mold.

“ The pleasure is mine, Miss. Finch. ” Extending his gloved hand, Sebastian greeted her with a brief, courteous shake as his free hand rose to rest lightly against his chest, offering her a small nod of his head. “ My name is Sebastian Michaelis, the head-butler of the Phantomhive household. ”

As the butler released her hand, he shifted slightly, gesturing toward a nearby street. “ I seldom trouble myself with trivial errands in the city, as the Phantomhive estate lies several hours’ journey into the countryside. But today is something of a special occasion, and I hope to be finished within the hour. Please do not slow me down.~ ”

Introductions settled, Isabelle’s hand returns to resting confidently at her hip. She gave the man a firm nod. Within the hour, huh? Must be some rather brisk errands… Or was his schedule really that back to back? She had been joking about him being overworked, but perhaps there really was some truth to it? How dreadful, working for nobility really must be as backbreaking as they say. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” She quickly chirped in response. Punctuality was important, after all! She had always been quick on her feet, she was quite confident she could keep up no matter what pace Sebastian decided to take. 

“After you, then, Mister Michaelis.” She shifts then, moving to stand beside him with clear intent of following alongside the butler. "If your errands this afternoon involve stopping by stores beyond this street, I happen to know a few shortcuts around the city I'd be happy to share." She knew more than just a few, but some of those shortcuts she liked to keep more secret than others. Still, it was an offer made in good faith; information offered that could be of use to a man with a busy schedule, so then perhaps down the line some useful information could be passed back to her in turn.