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★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

lyrics  from  blaqk  audio’s  fourth  studio  album.  some  lyrics  have  been  edited  for  clarity,  length,  or  to  better  fit  rp.  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  etc  as  needed.

INFINITE  SKIN.

❛ Blood  on  the  corner. ❜ ❛ Love  on  a  dead-end  street. ❜ ❛ You  heard  them  warn  her  when  you  first  heard  of  me. ❜ ❛ You  stopped  at  nothing. ❜ ❛ Shots  rang  in  the  night. ❜ ❛ I  stopped  a  little  short  of  something  right. ❜ ❛ Well,  I’ve  got  a  growing  list. ❜ ❛ All  the  names  to  kill  are  the  same  to  kiss. ❜ ❛ If  you  look  deadly,  you’ll  make  it. ❜ ❛ The  skin  therein  is  infinite. ❜ ❛ Love  on  the  corner. ❜ ❛ Blood  on  a  dead-end  street. ❜ ❛ You  had  to  find  her  to  tell  of  me. ❜ ❛ You  stopped  at  nothing. ❜ ❛ There’s  a  distant  chance  you’ll  make  my  list. ❜ ❛ I  watched  you  make  a  killing. ❜ ❛ You  stopped  a  little  short  of  something  right. ❜ ❛ Well,  well,  well. ❜

THE  VILES.

❛ Day  may  break  me. ❜ ❛ Daylight  burns. ❜ ❛ Not  all  is  right. ❜ ❛ Again,  we  meet  here. ❜ ❛ Scorned  the  rays  of  rotating  suns. ❜ ❛ We  miss  everyone. ❜ ❛ I  will  keep  it  cold  and  clean. ❜ ❛ i  will  keep  you  here  with  me. ❜ ❛ Far  below,  yet  not  beneath  our  debasement. ❜ ❛ Who  will  burn  who? ❜ ❛ Everything’s  wrong. ❜ ❛ I  will  keep  you  cold  and  clean. ❜ ❛ Far  below  in  secrecy:  our  debasement. ❜ ❛ Hiding  away  with  the  forgotten  sons. ❜ ❛ Hiding  from  rays  of  a  forsaken  sun. ❜ ❛ Please,  please  don’t  tell. ❜ ❛ I  won’t  let  on  that  everything’s  wrong. ❜