#asksforamelia

Send one of the following for my muse's reaction

Send one of the following for my Muse's reaction

Put one of these in my ask and see how my muse replies

    “Well there’s a lot of boys in my class so yeah— Besides them there’s Jeff and Rory too.”

Send me a character’s URL and my muse can only say one sentence about them.

Send a ✺ for my muse’s reaction to yours hitting mine out of anger

     [ The child stiffens, her brows furrowing as she hesitantly raises a hand to the reddening spot on her cheek where her Aunt had struck her. At first she’s simply in utter shock. Unlike her more aggressive and stern Aunt Sharon, Auntie Donna has never hit her before. ]

    [ Then comes the confusion that clouds her mind like fog on a Sunday morning. She doesn’t think she’s done anything particularly naughty or horrid, though admittedly little Amelia is a very poor judge of what is just a harmless trick and what truly is devil’s work at this time in her life. It may have very well been that the slap is very well deserved. ]

                  [ Yet that doesn’t make the hurt and betrayal any better. ]

    [ Amelia looks up to her Aunt, even idolizes her at times. She never found a flaw or had a doubt in the older ginger. She’s always been like some sort of fairy god mother who always could brighten her day. She was the only person she completely trusted. ]

     [ And everything now is just a blur of confusion, betrayal and hurt. To the point where she no longer feels the pain where she’d been hit. In fact everything in her body, every bone, every muscle, every living cell felt numb. ]

     [ She wants to run to her room, to lock the door and hide away until her real Aunt Donna had come back. But all she can do is stare blankly at her Donna, her wide, watery eyes and her slowly quivering bottom lip painting Amelia’s betrayal and pain on her face clear as day. ]

    [ She cannot utter a single word in reply for her throat is tight and her mouth is dry. All the same even if Amelia was able to speak, her mind remains a sea of thousands of thoughts and emotions and she probably wouldn't be able to think of a coherent thing to say either. ]

   [ So she doesn't say anything. She merely turns her head away from her betrayer, clenching both her hands into little fists as she forces herself into a run, away from her aunt, away from everything. Away to her bedroom where she could proceed to swim in her thoughts until she fell asleep in her nice warm bed. ]

In honor of Munday, the Muse will now tell everyone the answers to any questions they feel like asking about the Mun. In their own words. Whether the Mun likes it or not.