An Odd Outsider

YOU WOUND ME, HONORABLE COMPANION

how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in?

❤: does my muse consider themselves a romantic?

♡: how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in?

❥: what is my muse's ideal date?

ღ: how does my muse feel about displays of affection in public and/or in private?

💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?

💘: how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody?

💝: what would my muse consider a "perfect gift"?

💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?

💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?

💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?

💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

💜: how long might it take for my muse to say "i love you" for the first time?

“It was...” he starts, pausing for a moment. Truth be told that, as he thought about what to say and how to say it, he started to choke up a little. Were a seat nearby, it would immediately be occupied by a sack of bones, conflict, pride, and regret.

“It started off well, but it got hard. My mother, I do not know the word for it but she got sick. Really sick, it was in her head and it took her quickly. It was a shock for everyone; I took sword classes and worked on my body to take my mind off of it, but only smoking was what help me deal with it. My brother focus more on his work, job to job. My father, he was worse; he just kind of... stopped. Nothing really made him happy since and he too was gone.”

a meeting or relationship that was important to them

What mattered most in his old life with someone, it was when his mother passed. An old flame, nothing official but close enough that any jokes wouldn’t be too far from the truth.

It was odd, as Taiki handled and examined a magnificent blade, closer more to a work of art in his eyes. It was nimble, light, and as he ran his fingers over and along with its form he got a firm impression of its strength, or at the very least that as a masterwork, it shall not be found wanting.

He understands that some swordsmen tend to use the scabbard in their offhand as a secondary striker, if not as a type of guard. Due to the ornate nature of this one, it’s a rightful assumption that it was not to serve that purpose.

Amusingly, whatever magic stored in would remain locked more on the part of ignorance of the wielder.

“I need something in my other hand for this. Besides that, it is a good blade. If I can find that thing, I would definitely use this.”