Our muses get stuck in a narrow small space together, by some strange situation, their bodies pressed firmly together, chest to chest, their noses softly rubbing together, both able to feel each otherâs hot breath on their lips. Send âClose to Youâ for what my muse would say and do to your muse in this situation.
Red he could handle. But Green?
Blue was just as easy- all you had to do was push him away. But Green?
Shadow was even easy to manipulate out of his personal space. But Green?
He didnât know how to feel. All together, he was uncomfortable, but he didnât feel like it was right to shove Green away from himself after all the cruel things he had inflicted onto the other. The guilt, even after all these years, was still fresh in his mind and it left his averting his eyes and trying to move away from the self-proclaimed leader of the Links. Whether he liked it or not, Green had earned his respect over the years and he couldnât bring himself to even raise a finger or voice to him.
Thatâs why, instead of shoving him away like he would have all the other, he beared with it and stayed as still as possible. He didnât even utter a word, just waited for the original to move out of his personal space patiently without question.
