#apostatize

Unceremoniously, Titus's ass hits the pavement. admittedly, it had been quite some time since the thief had been kicked out of anywhere, let alone a bar; he had to be on his best behavior back home, but here...free from the shackles of responsibility, he was slipping back into bad habits. it's not like he tried to get kicked out of the bar, but someone had been talking smack and picking on their partner--! he was just supposed to sit by and let that happen?

he supposed he had thrown the first punch. lot of good that did him.

"Whatever! I didn't wanna keep drinkin' here anyways," Titus groans, wiping blood from his nose. his knuckles hurt and a quick swipe of his tongue across his lips stings from a cut. fuck. maybe he'd had more to drink than he thought, if he'd lost so easily.

he goes to fall backwards and take a short rest on the pavement, but his back makes contact with the lower legs of someone behind him.

"Sniff, what?"

"...I don't either! I don't even know my friends' phone numbers...I just found them in the contacts list."

"Who're you callin' little? We got the same sized heads, don't we?!"

philosophy hcs

do people, in your muse’s opinion, ever really change? do they believe themselves to be capable of changing?

yeas absolutely. there's a lot going on here let me see.

so fiyero went from being a prince that got catered to every single day. he didn't get dressed by himself, he didn't pick the gowns he was wearing, he didn't cook, he didn't pick the food he was eating, you can apply that to pretty much anything he did.

and when he left the island after his death, he had absolutely nothinggg. broke, no place to stay, no clothes, no food. just his instruments, his rapier, and what he was wearing.

and that's still a change. fiyero spent a hundred years as mallenor not leaving the island. he could have. he had friends at the harbor, he could have snuck onto a ship and left. but he didn't. there's a million reasons you could count for it: because where he was was familiar to him, and he loved his mother. after the death of his supposed father, he didn't want to leave her. people would have come after him. and of course, he was scared to leave.

i don't know if i'd count his personality as changing. i think it's more that his personality blossomed, once he left dovesong. but the whole thing has cemented a firm belief in him that if you want to change, you can change.

an inability to change can still exist. if you deny yourself of change, it won't happen. it's an active choice. change or don't. leave or stay.

this also ties into his belief into lathander! the morninglord stands for new beginnings, hope, the promise and potential of a new day. every single day, you can change. every single day, you can reinvent yourself.

what does leading a ‘good’ life mean to your muse? are they satisfied with the choices they make?

miscellaneous sentence prompts -- accepting!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Thaddeus!

You will be housed in CONDO 409.

You’ll retain your Superhuman reflexes, but they’ll only work correctly half the time. Enjoy your stay!

ugh it's such a mess like

when people see you 1st thing and the very first thing they say is 'Baseball today?' and you say no and they are visibly relieved