β» what is your muse's most transformative experience ?
barely two - and - ten . drowned in expectation and a liar's gilded grasp . ever - glamoured out of their own skin . she stands on a precipice , still prideful in nature despite her inherent deception against it .
their hands brush moss - encased bark as a gaggle of children sneer behind them . --- coward ? cowardice ? a heavy attack against pride , and so ... a forest , forbidden , is ventured into .
and a home is found , among the cloven hooves of centaur and unicorn alike . creature meets creature , and heart finally beats in tandem with the bubbling of a stream .
transformative , is one word . homecoming , is another .
β» is your muse the jealous type ? are they possessive ?
delphinium. if you were to look the name in the dictionary , her description would read ' a creature of want ' . for a child raised in a gilded cage and bound by society's disdain for her ilk , to own something just for themselves is ... rare , to say the least .
to covet something that they desire , that they crave and want , or god forbid --- that they have finally come to own , is to earn their utmost ire . possession entangles itself with desperation , with the need to be wanted and to be loved and ... well , should she not give the same ? the same fuel of craving ... is it not a gift to place such emotion upon another ? to drape them in their desire - spun sheets ?
β» does your muse engage in introspection often ?
introspection is something to be given up on , in their eyes . to hold oneself to morals that do not befit her ... delphi left such fancies behind when she first held a wand and realized there was little need for it's channeling uses . they hold very little desire to rethink their actions , their morals , what exactly they are willing to do -- for why should they ? it isn't like anyone else has shown such kindness , and they are not big enough to break this wheel , this cycle .
β» how does your muse deal with obsession ?
open armed and crooning , why would you not succumb to their embrace ? her eyes are wide and wet , her teeth sharp and gleaming . do you not care for the sharp sinking of enamel in your flesh ? the tender lips against pooling blood ?
obsession , such a filthy word for an emotion so clear and dear . such bright and direct pathways , why would they be ignored ? ... perhaps it is a youthful ignorance , to so happily traipse after blinder induced want . but , youthful they are , and they will not deny their ignorance . and she certainly would never deny herself a morsel of belonging , false or not , in a world as cavernous as this .