Slua Muiren

There's a lot of munday-memes asking the muns questions about the muses, but those are always only about one muse. This meme here is for those mun's who've got plenty of muses. So send a symbol for a question.

🔟: How many active muses do you have in total?

🔜: Are there any muses you want to add, but aren't sure about?

👪: Are any relationships between your muses? (friends, family, enemies, etc.)

🌠: From what you know of my muse, which of your muses would you recommend me to play with and why?

🎊: Which is your favorite muse?

🎭: With which of your muses can you identify the most?

💬: Write a banter between two of your muses. (Bonus: Sender chooses which muses)

👄: Which of your muses would probably get sexual with each other, if they met?

💀: Which of your muses would probably fight each other if they met?

🐞: Which is your most childish muse?

🐢: Which is your most mature muse?

👻: Which is your most mischievous muse?

🐜: Which of your muses is the most clever/intelligent/educated one?

🐌: Which of your muses is the least clever/intelligent/educated one?

👰: Which of your muses would you date?

💥: Which of your muses would you fight with?

🐩: Which of your muses is the most loyal?

🐑: Which of your muses is the most peaceful/friendly one?

🐦: Which of your muses is the vainest?

🐎: Which of your muses is the fastest?

🐮: Which of your muses is the strongest?

🐷: Which of your muses is the naughtiest?

🐺: Which of your muses is the most unsocial?

🐹: Which of your muses is the smallest?

It got confusing so quick. She rubbed between her eyes for a moment, before flipping the page. The cap of the pen trailed against the page, before jabbing it down on the page.

“How in the hell is a double headed duck a sign of groundedness? I’m pretty sure that’s….oh..um sorry?” Ailbe bit her lip, offering a small wave to the person just sitting one table over in the coffee shop. And then bent her head down over the books, allowing her hair to hide her face. Of course, her face was nearly pressed to the book allowing her to read over the sentence again. 

To see a two-headed duck in your dream suggests that you need to be more grounded. You need to thoroughly think through some emotional issue.

I….only….gently tossed Ailbe? :D….

Nah, I tossed him. But if it means keeping the Oran plushie, then sure it’s a hug :3

Ailbe was almost obsessively counting down to the days of the new moon, writing over and over the questions she wanted to ask him as a mantra. She didn’t want to risk her dream self forgetting them.

And yet, she was scared of the truth. She didn’t scry once for herself and when Shay or Oran asked what was wrong, she deflected it. “Stress, that’s all.” Or “I forgot to eat today, so I’m just a little hangry.” Even that one bad cramp was just pushed off as period pain. But otherwise, besides her weird habits of eating alot of salt and wearing anything made with iron, she ignored it.

Mave watched as he suddenly moved in towards her. Admittedly, she was caught slightly off guard by this. Instinct made her draw back ever so slightly as he began his tirade.

College. So he was at least educated. Was he trying to show off or just trying to make sure she didn’t assume he was a different sort of buddy? Not that Mave would have cared either way, one of her closest friends only liked people on an intellectual level and even he tended to lean more towards males. 

tAgain, when he pressed about her reason for being out there…her gaze fell slightly. Why did everyone always need to know her life? Inside and out. They couldn’t just let her exist. The thought of it made her head ache. He was wrong she didn’t want the crowd, she didn’t want the adoration. What she wanted was to be left alone! She was less likely to be recognized here until she said her name. No one to whisper about the case, no one to judge her debating had she done it or not. The people here had likely only seen her on the television as the grieving girlfriend at best. They likely wouldn’t recognize her outside of that.

His final remark caught her attention, a devious gleam settling in her green-eyed gaze as she leaned in. This brought their faces dangerously close, her nose almost brushing against his. “Nobody?” Mave almost seemed to purr, and finished it with one simple remark, “Then why are you?”

He would give her credit, she didn’t seem to shake easily. The only concession she gave was casting her gaze away from him and that was hardly defeat. And she was still avoiding the question. Thank god he didn’t really have her in an interrogation room. This would have been the shift from easy confession to ‘settle in for a few hours’ type of talk.

His shoulders tensed as she leaned in, but he didn’t dare pull back. He always prefered to go toe to toe anyhow. Instead, he smirked as their noses almost brushed across each other. “Sorry, you’re not my type.” Not that he had much of a type, but this conversation had already gone too far south and he was too sober to turn this into a hook up. Besides, he couldn’t imagine her hooking up. She seemed a little too uptight for that.

Her question only earned a slight shrug, one hand turning to show his palm, a slight admittance of defeat. Mave had gotten him there. She had dangled a puzzle and he had been too stupid to just let it go.“Career hazard. Someone breaking routines is usually a little suspicious.” Oran pinched his fingers together, before continuing on. “And you do seem a little bit secretive about it, which is only making it worse. But if you don’t want to tell me, fine. I’ll keep guessing.”