“Oh my gosh, I love what you did to your hair!” The awe that she projects exceeds what should be normal for someone who had just been in a frenzied panic to find her family, but her attention is just as easily swayed as it would at home. Racing up the the other, she runs glitter-smeared fingers between each blonde strand without so much of a moment to ask for permission to do so. It’s never stopped her before, anyways.

MUNDAY QUESTIONS

♋ What drew you to this muse?

Answered but thank you for sending this

☤ What do you have in common with your muse?

We both want to believe that the world is innately good but struggle with seeing it that way due to all the bad that is in the world. We both react similarly in regards to sex and sexuality. Which is why I headcanon him as demisexual. We both just take in information like a sponge though him to a much higher degree

❥ How long have you been RPing this character?

“Always been the loner type in the end,” he commented before moving from his seated position to kneel down and start opening up boxes.  He had caught the sound of his door opening, and Sasori lifted a hand to acknowledge the visitor to the inn.

“Sorry, Sorry... I’ll be with you in a moment.  Running behind on my schedule here...”

Despite all of the negative aspects to the newly spurred violence, Wilson has somehow managed to make light of all the destruction, bobbing happily in front of the girl before him. Gifted notebook in hand, he flashes a bright smile, pointing excitedly at a building previously inhabited by those who cause the chaos.

Maxwell had been consumed in the study he was engaged in. Consumed by the Codex Umbra that he so both desperately needed and so desperately needed to be rid of. Beneath that unassuming cover, it held knowledge that would drive lesser beings to irreparable madness.

Yet Maxwell need to delve into its pages. Delve into that knowledge.

He had to try.

Ever since that last meeting with Wendy, letting bare his sorrow and regret to her, he needed to do something. Something to bring back that smile that was once on her face.

And it all mattered with one thing.

Abigail.

His study complete, his research done, Maxwell slowly headed out, skin paler than usual, features less full, yet acting as if possessed by some sort of higher purpose.

And held in his hands, was a simple, beating organ. Brought together by both blood and magic, the magician held what he hoped would at least undo one mistake in his life.

Inspiration just wasn't coming to him to do much. Not science, not eating- he was still stuck inside of his old survival mindset so that never really was of any importance in his routine- not anything. Outside in the park, he was doing the only thing he always had motivation to do, which was make flower crowns. Though a bit boring, the calming effect was worth all of that.

Heaving a sigh, the scientist, examined the ring in his hand, one eye closed so the other could scope out any imperfections in it until he caught sight of something more... Interesting. Hands dropping into his lap, he straightened out, craning his neck to make sure his eyes weren't betraying him.