#arztin

“Ah—I suppose I can offer a listening ear, even if just for a few moments. Please, feel free while I proofread these papers. I PROMISE I am actually listening!”

     Even with her acknowledgment and openness to the conversation, it took him a few moments to gather himself enough to start. He was actually somewhat THANKFUL she was partially preoccupied, it’d help take some of the edge off — the words sounded weird enough in his head, he couldn’t believe it was about to come out of his own MOUTH —

     @arztin​ asked:

( here is your one (1) kiss from ms ziegler herself!! )

Even at her tall stature, Angela had to look up to meet Jesse’s gaze from under his wide-brimmed hat. It wasn’t too often that she saw him without it. Fortunately, that was about to change—unceremoniously, she plucked it from his head and place it upon her own crown.

“Bullseye,” Angela said, making a gun shape with her hand and pretending to shoot it at him. Leaning upwards, she gently kissed him with the regard of someone she had known for a long, long time.

It wasn’t as prickly as she thought it would be.

“Yeehaw.” She said once she pulled away, laughing.

                    This place reminded him of HOME —

          maybe a little TOO much of home...

     Eyes skittishly shift around the bar, taking in mainly the patrons scattered about. They hadn’t drawn much attention at their entrance, save for the bartender inviting them in with a nod from behind the rail that Jesse would curtly return.

     It was just a themed bar, WILD WEST, of course; he’d fit right in with the décor, not so much the other customers, apparently. Jesse had found the place in passing one day and suggested it for a night out as a JOKE — one which apparently to Angela wasn’t very funny, because here they are.

     It took the swipe of his hat to grab his attention away from their surroundings, Jesse watching on with a sliver of a grin as she placed it atop her head. There was a chuckle under his breath too — swiftly cut off by the lips of the doctor with an unexpected kiss. One sure to add a little more color to his cheeks as they broke free, initial shock quickly draining from his features to make room for a wide spread grin.

          He was tempted to ask the doctor how much she had to drink BEFORE he’d picked her up...

     “Can’t quite tell if you’re ADMIRIN’ or makin’ FUN of me...” he mumbled, unmoving from his spot, only inches between them as he adjusts the hat to better sit on her head. “ — ‘least ya look good doin’ it.”

Angela surveyed the woman standing before her—cowboy getup and everything. She pursed her lips. If she was going to become notorious for kissing a member of the Deadlock gang, then so be it—especially in a dingy bar like this.

“Don’t let Bob kill me?” The doctor asked innocently as she stepped into Ashe’s personal space. In her tall and lanky stature she bent slightly to meet the gang leader’s crimson lips, any second thought dying at the same moment.

Angela pulled away and made a face, rubbing her lips together to feel the red chalky pigment of lipstick on her skin.

“Not my colour, but it’ll do,” she says.

She was leaning back in her chair, head tilted in interest with a crystalline glass of whiskey in one hand, and a rifle casing in another. Twirling between her fingers. Everyone needed a good doctor, to pull out bullets and sew gashes. And it did help that she knew the other cowboy clad sharpshooter. She was a shark, notorious murderer and thief. She was brave for stepping into her space, Ashe looking up to meet the blonde's gaze, and even more so when daintier form dared to kiss her. Ashe didn't move, mostly because she didn't want to startle the good doctor. A rich chuckle rumbling from deep in her chest.

@arztin​ cont’d from here

Hinoka suddenly felt terrible that Angela felt the need to explain herself. The younger woman held her hands up in placation, brows knit in concern as she placed a hand on Angela’s shoulder.

“Dr. Ziegler, please! I...I was just trying to joke, I am not upset or anything you did nothing wrong.” 

Her face practically matched her hair, as her thoughts ran a mile a minute.

“It was nice...” 

A long silence permeated the medical lab, and Hinoka rubbed the back of her neck. She’d liked it, but Angela was her superior. 

“I also understand what you mean,” She continued, voice softer now, “Feeling isolated in the lab.”

Did it mean that she wasn’t Angela’s first choice? Regardless Hinoka threw the poisonous thought out. She wrung her hands now, nervous as she tried to reestablish eye contact with the blonde. 

“I guess it’s hard for others to realize how lonely our work can be.”

There was another pause. 

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[ 🧱 ] how would you describe your muses’ morality? what are their core values?

Hinoka, in terms of alignment morality, is Lawful Good. She follows the rules to a T, doing what she's been told is the morally right thing to do. Abiding by ethics and traditions that keep her from being noticed on the radar. For the most part, her biggest core values are helping those who need it regardless of origin, kindness above all else, and Fact-Based Research. However, depending on the verse, or the way a thread is developing, Hinoka CAN and WILL change her moral compass. The baseline for her is essentially she will do what she thinks is morally and ethically right.

[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?

Again this has to do with the idea of stability vs. instability. Hinoka struggles with allowing herself to rest. To breathe. To take a break. She feels if she stops for even a moment that something will come to knock her down and set her back. It definitely started with the lab accident that left her skin marred with scars and burns up to her elbows. She had worked so hard, having lost her mother, her family splitting up a year later, and finally getting through Medical school and residency only to make a rushed calculation and a mistake that nearly cost her her hands. The two things she needed to be successful. Hinoka is so afraid of making that mistake again that it's always in the back of her mind.

[ 🔮 ] what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? were they raised in a certain religion? have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? are they settled in their spirituality now?