crucial muse development questions .14 : how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

           kaj is way less chaos - oriented (for lack of a better phrase) than she seems. though her choices would indicate she’s someone who wings all of her ideas, the reality is that she’s painfully meticulous, to the point where it exhausts everyone around her. she’s just not someone who tells her plans to others, because she knows how easily one big mouth can ruin everything.

touch meme . send one to do to my muse . accepting.

    mary’s one of the very few people who elizabeth feels comfortable with letting play and hold her son. she smiles, watching alex clap his hands (showing off for miss linton.) while sitting on mary’s lap before he bounces and lets out a squeal of laughter, grabbing one of his near by toys to chew on and drool over. elizabeth can’t stop her smile from growing into a toothy grin. “i’d say my son likes you! maybe more than me!” she jokes, her finger gently ‘booping’ alex’s nose before turning her attention to the woman.

    “it’s a shame you’re leaving, miss linton. you’ve spoiled me with your kindness, i fear i won’t survive without you!” she teases, playfully bumping shoulders with mary as she giggles softly. it doesn’t last long as the heavy reminder of mary leaving bounces off the walls and lands back on elizabeth’s ears. lips part, there’s words that so desperately want to come out but she hesitates and her brows furrow in slight frustration as her mind battles with itself. mary linton was one of the very few people who had elizabeth flustered! try not to think about it...

             ‘       i don’t give rules    ------     i like to go with the flow -     ’

           pencil  idly  taps  repeatedly  against  the  faded  lines  of  her  notepads  paper  ,  unable  to  focus  on  her  stories  while  her  mind  mulls  over  the  fact  that  she’d  had  to  ground  her  sister  for  punching  a  kid  at  school  .  while  part  of  her  is  proud  ,  another  part  ,  the  part  of  her  that  took  on  the  role  of  a  parent  much  to  early  ,  is  plagued  with  doubts  &  anxieties  .  the  dangerous  life  style  she  lives  doesn’t  mix  well  with  raising  a  kid  .  she’s  known  this  all  her  life  &  yet  somehow  ,  so  far  ,  she’s  made  it  work  relatively  well  .  but  as  her  younger  sister  gets  older   &  the  admiration  she  has  for  her  bigger  sister  only  seems  to  grow  ,  piper  feels  more  &  more  . . .  well  ,  terrified  if  she’s  honest  ,  about  nat  following  in  her  footsteps  .  what  if  she  does  become  a  reporter  ?  what  if  she’s  the  one  receiving  the  death  threats  ?  the  poisoned  drinks  ?  what  if  she’s  the  one  getting  kidnapped  ?  what  if  ,  what  if  ,  what  if  ———  the  reporter  jumps  ,  mind  pulled  from  her  racing  thoughts  to  now  focus  in  on  her  present  company  .  how  long  had  she  been  there  ?  piper  ,  usually  much  more  alert  ,  hadn’t  even  noticed  her  come  in  .  

            ‘  is  it  that  obvious  ?  ‘  with  a  short  laugh  &  a  smile  that  lacks  both  joy  &  humor  ,  one  hand  closes  &  tucks  her  notepad  into  her  pocket  while  the  other  tucks  her  pencil  behind  her  ear  .  ‘  i've  just  got  a  lot  on  my  mind  for  this  story  ‘m  writin’  .  gettin’  the  truth  out  in  the  open  is  a  tough  job  ,  but  someone’s  gotta  do  it  . . .  y’know  how  it  goes  .  ‘

SOFT SENTENCE STARTERS // ACCEPTING

        HE DOESN’T KNOW HER WELL.    but he feels as if he wants to, just for the sake of it.    charles has forgotten how to be ALONE, really.    become so used to smiling faces, shining eyes, the singing around the fire late at night.    and now, he’s unsure of what to do with himself.    it’s been awhile since he’s been in anyone’s company, he feels rusted around the edges.    never used to favor it, but finding himself missing it all the same.    palms rub against the material of his jeans, he can’t keep still and he doesn’t know why.    not a man of many words, nor emotions, NOT SO VISIBLY.    ❛    i believe you. i think of him often, too.    ❜