Patron of Darkness

Send 🍆 to send my muse a very intentional nude || @snowbearing

When he heard his phone vibrating against his desk, pulling him from his research, he was surprised to see the image that covered the screen once he opened the message. There were a lot of things it could have been. Veshna was an interesting being, one with a million curiosities and one who would send random pictures of anything that caught her eye that she thought might make Snow smile.

This was certainly.... something different.

He was stuck between closing it immediately and attempting to forget he even saw it, and wanting to investigate further. His eyes were glued to the image one way or another for a few more seconds before he finally forced himself to type a reply.

Send 🍆 to send my muse a very intentional nude || @xxpinkseeressxx

No matter how many times he’d seen Serah undressed, it always took his breath away. It was always an honor, a blessing, whenever she felt confident enough to share that part of her with him, and he cherished every moment of it.  What he wouldn’t give to be by her side at that moment and run his hands along those soft curves----

Send 🍆 to send my muse a very intentional nude || @yunhuntress

Well, he definitely wasn’t expecting to find something like that plastered to the screen of his phone. He nearly forgot to breath for a few seconds as his eyes followed the curves of the familiar form. It wasn’t as if Fang didn’t expose plenty of skin on a regular day, but seeing... everything, was definitely something else entirely.

Send 🍆 to send my muse a very intentional nude || @thewardenqueen

Snow quickly averted his eyes after they gazed uponn Avery’s nude form, posed in his bed in such a way. He cleared his throat, though his hand remained glued to the door handle, knuckles white under his gloves from gripping it so firmly.

“Avery--- my deepest apologies. I did not know you would be---”

He had no reason to knock, seeing as it was his room, but the fact alone that she chose to be in his room like that made him question things, though he forced himself not to linger on it for too long, lest it lead to thoughts he wasn’t sure what to do with.

Send 🍆 to send my muse a very intentional nude || @dragoonrite

Snow stared at his phone with an eyebrow raised before leaning back in his chair. He didn’t quite recognize the number, but recognized the area code--- Niflheim. Why the hell was someone from Niflheim sending him something like this---? And who?

But there was a single detail in the shot that gave it away. Hard not to notice the head of a lance sticking up in the background.

     snow certainly knew how to disappear when he wanted to… veshna had been searching the palace for him for at the very least an hour. while she had no doubt in her mind he was fine physically, she worried for his mental state. he’d spent longer and longer periods of time lost in thought as of late, and the entire palace would chill when these periods came about. it had very quickly become the norm.

     she just had no idea which office he’d traipsed off to this time. she’d knock on the doors before entering, hoping she’d hear an answer or he’d simply be sitting there lost in thought with a book in hand. what she didn’t expect, however, was to hear the faint sound of wind as she neared one of the last offices. oh, dear… his mood must be truly dark and far away this time. she approaches the door slowly, carefully, and when snow finally turns, her smile is gentle.

     her head cranes back to meet his gaze, smile still in place, and a slight shrug, barely a lift of the shoulders, is followed by, ❛ it’s quite alright. no need to apologize, snow. ❜

Snow leaned forward in his chair, the leather creaking ever so slightly from the shift in weight as he watched Veshna continue into the large office. He sighed as he propped his elbows on the wood surface and rubbed his face roughly with his hands. He didn’t mean to get so wrapped up in himself, and he didn’t realize how bad it must have gotten until he saw the glitter of frost lingering on some of the books on his desk. 

He swallowed roughly before standing. He needed to walk away before sinking back into that mindset once more. These large, quiet places left him alone with his thoughts far too easily. For that, he was thankful for Veshna’s presence that always seemed to break him out of it before it became too violent.

He made his way to her side, an arm lifting to gently wrap around her small shoulders before nudging her towards the door so they could leave together. There was no need for her to see that he was up to his ears in research about what he could do, though it was always fruitless. 

Question about the muse—send a symbol!

🍼  = Does your muse have children or do they ever want to have children? Do they think they will/would be a good parent?

Question about the muse—send a symbol! || @blessedfate

📚 = What is your muse’s favorite genre of books? What are some of their favorite authors and/or books?

Question about the muse—send a symbol! || @lebrexu

🔋  = Who or what drains your muse the most? Who or what helps to revitalize that energy?

Being alone really drains him, especially in his younger years. He thinks far too much and when there isn’t anything to distract him, he can really tear himself apart and wear himself out.