#ask:anthony

he regarded the stranger passively for a moment. this sort of teasing remarks he could expect from his siblings, though they at least knew that where bees were involved they should not push him. all of them were perfectly aware of their father and his untimely demise. this person was not aware.

send me   “ what am i?”    and my muse will describe yours in 3 words.

Lilies, soap, bewitching.

A frustrated sigh escaped Sienna’s lips, and she fixed a pointed gaze on Anthony, arms crossed over her chest. She had been feeling better about the ‘coffee machine incident’, as it had come to be known within Lab #1, and had gone to apologise to Anthony again, a steaming cup in hand made from the still-functional pot in Lab #2.

“I’m just trying to be nice, Doc. The coffee pot was important to us all. But we have to move on,” she said, her voice entirely sincere but betrayed by the hint of amusement that tugged at the corners of her lips. “Your coping strategies are admirable, by the way,” Sienna added, her tone sarcastic.

The mood had soured in the lab, and over something so small Sienna couldn’t stand the triviality of it.

🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few?

Lots of blankets! Sienna can’t sleep without feeling suitably cosy and protected, so she usually rolls herself up in a blanket when in bed. It can be a struggle when the weather is hot, and she compromises by using many very thin blankets, or by sticking one leg out from beneath the covers.

🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories? 

Sienna loved bright, almost gaudy accessories back on Earth. There was a brief trend for rainbow-themed jewellery when Sienna was a teenager and although she doesn’t take it to the extremes she did then, she does still love a brightly coloured, chunky necklace.

🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought?

“Really, Doc. It’s nothing!”

Sometimes Sienna’s best intentions got the better of her. In trying to do something nice for her companions - namely, as best a home-cooked meal as she could manage with the limited dried ingredients they kept in the kitchen - she had somehow managed to draw a knife across the palm of her hand. The gash was small, and hadn’t bled too much. Unfortunately, it was on her stronger right hand and the bandaging job she had done on it with her left was nowhere near her usual high standard.

“It’s just a cut. I cleaned it and bandaged it. What else can you do?”

The cut had been alright for the first couple of hours. Sienna had cleaned and disinfected any mess she had made and left the homemade meal for another day, making her way back to the lab to catch up on work. But every time she gripped a pen or pencil, it pulled at the awkwardly placed cut and opened the skin once more, which meant it never bled a lot, but bled often. Anthony must have noticed the missing gauze and found her in her office, using her teeth to aid her weaker left hand in bandaging her right. Again.