#;ray

34. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am to cuddle?”

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winters got cold in cradle, very cold. especially, it seemed, in your room. of course; that could have just been an excuse, a trick of their to provide you with an excuse to slip out of bed at 4 in the morning and creep down the halls until you found the king of spades himself’s room and pushed the door open, letting yourself in.

maybe you would’ve been a bit more shy about it if it was the first time, but it certainly wasn’t, aside from the fact that the other times, you had far better excuses. you gently shook him awake, leaning shyly over his bed with one hand over your chest to protect from any possible cleavage spilling out.

he awoke slowly, grabbing your hand and using it to pull himself up in bed and to pull you to sit on his bed beside him. “what is it?” he asked, clearly concerned as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand, the left one holding onto you.

“i...” you started, though you panicked before you could finish it. “i wanted to... cuddle!” you exclaimed, to which he raised his eyebrows for a moment before a smirk slowly took over his pretty lips.

“so what you’re telling me is... you come to my room and wake me up at 4am to cuddle?” he smirks, shifting under the blanket to pull you beneath it as well, and promptly rolling over top of you, propping himself up on his elbows.

“it was cold in my room.” you defend, looking up at him with big eyes before gently smacking his chest. “don’t do that.”

open to: m connection: Ray has invited your muse over for dinner, after confessing his feelings for yours the day before. 

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muse: Ray

SNOW      WHITE      : jade trinket boxes.  taste of iron.  fingertips on a mirror.  yellow and green with envy.  long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window.  combs laced with pearls and poison.  an apple white one side and red the other.  white doves.  frosted glass.

THE      MAIDEN       WITHOUT     HANDS     : a blunt axe.  a ring of chalk. tear-stained cheeks.  sweet pears.  hands tied behind back. shallow rivers.  aching feet.  walking for days. flowing gowns.  liquid silver.  wax seals. blinding lights.

THE     THREE     LITTLE     GNOMES      IN     THE     FOREST    : lukewarm bath water.  sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes.  baskets of strawberries.  fat toads.  sparkling snow.  fur cloaks.  raw gemstones.  kettles made of copper.  red wine.  a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

BLUE     BEARD    : a tiny key made of gold.  pools of blood.  stains that won’t rub away.  galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands.  dragged by the hair.  dark and damp cellars.  marble walls. shivering with fear.  screaming at the top of your lungs.

THE     SIX     SWANS    : sitting side-saddle.  daughter  of a witch.  nettles.  white feathers.  refusing to smile. needles and threads. a castle in the forest.  sound of beating wings.  birthmarks.  climbing trees. balls of yarn.  silver crowns.

// GASP. a second muse in one day! oh well. Here iiiiiiis Ray! He’s a vet with face blindness and his bio is right here, so go check it out!

Being a creature who switches sides depending on his job, Ray found it frustrating that he now had to kill anyone who passed through the graveyard at the end of the trail in the woods. However, he’d been given a message by the goblin like creatures that lurked, that there was a traveler who was seeking to kill the master of the area. “let him come. He doesn’t stand a chance. he’d die against the cursed forest before he’d reach me.” he cackled.

During his usual walks out of the city and into the outskirts and woods, he’d come across a creature creating sparks of energy and even forming shapes out of the plants in the area, just with a flick of a small paintbrush he noticed in her hand. Ray stayed hidden in up in a tree a few feet away, observing her from there.