CONQUER

                   ❛             … ❜

       Scarlet blossoms on ivory as DISAPPOINTMENT relics in the confines of caverns trapped beneath acknowledgement and APPRAISAL. Lies dare fork onto the flesh of tongue and stab into swelling ambience, thus, his refrain is held on chords but only ABYSMAL, vacant.

       “It’s… not that big of a deal. It’s to be expected, isn’t it? Getting hurt.”

❛I would imagine so—– especially living in a world such as this…

♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?

♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay?

✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?

♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?

☯ Is your muse liked or disliked by fandom? Does this affect your portrayal?

♢ What's your opinion on different interpretations of your muse?

✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?

✍ Has new canon material ever forced you to adjust your headcanons?

✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?

✿ Why did you decide that they [insert headcanon here]?

  ’ Um— I’m sorry? Do you think you can point it out? I’m for sure missing where exactly it is that you mean. ’     She glances in that general direction, but to no avail, the bandages aren’t in sight. It might have helped if she got up to rummage the shelves on her own, but the thought didn’t cross her mind.    ’ Oh no, it’s doing better now. Slightly swollen, but that’s a bee sting for you. Which, I guess it was kind of silly to ask for help with that, huh? ’

she is quick to regain balance as she rises to her feet, determined to find the lost bandages and above all else, to nurse this poor woman back to health. Carefully she skims the cabinet shelves, forefinger hovering over miscellaneous items until desired item is found and plucked from its designated space. A small smile is attempted, 

    ❛How unfortunate------but your optimism is admirable,

intrpid (｡’▽’｡)♡

     Hilbert had been staring at the same girl for ten minutes now.

     It was kind of embarrassing, really. But she was just so darn cute, he couldn’t help himself. While he sipped his Moomoo Milk, he thought about what he’d say if she happened to notice his staring–however, none of the options were very appealing, and all of them were embarrassing, so he quickly moved on to other thoughts…

❛ I-Is there something i can help you with?