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No.

Yes.

No.

Fucking. How... was she to answer this??? How could she need someone so badly and not be able to take them in? It's too much, yet not enough. It's PAINFUL. Yet numbing. Her fingers itch. She needs to do something. Violence is on the horizon, and it can't be pointed at her. It CANNOT.

No. She couldn't hurt a bird. It's a bird. Pretty, beautiful, graceful, harmonizing. If she could just approach it like that... Fuckssake, she's not an OBJECT!! UGHHH!!!

The demoness's teeth grit together, claws buried into her tangle of locs that obscure the tears threatening to pour amidst heavy, shaky breaths. Like the edge of an eruption no one should be here for.

"Don't come any closer.

Don't come any closer don't come any closer don't c ome any cl oser do n't come any clo ser..."

Margaret was making her way down the street, a bag of popcorn in hand. She swiped the snack from someone else passing in the streets. Sadly, the snack had long gone cold, but the salty butteriness was heaven on her tongue at the moment. One could say that it was the lingering effects of cannabis she'd huffed about an hour or two earlier... but then again, she also hadn't had popcorn in god knows how long.

She took a kernal and tossed into the air, then failed to catch it as it hit her square between the eyes. She managed to catch it before it was lost to the ground, and she simply at it normally afterward.

Face Touches | Accepting!

Oh! It's always when the Fixer doesn't expect it that she's suddenly being pulled into the Harpy's hands. Not that she minds, it just startles her sometimes! After all, she's not really all that used to kinder touches yet.

But she allows herself to sit there. Just to melt a little bit into Senja's soft hands with an airy sigh through her nostrils. Little does she realize that her tail has a mind of its own and likes revealing her emotions against her will. Like wagging or swaying side to side... like it was now.

"Ask the coin, of course."

It sparkled in his hand, ominous and infamous but not so deformed as to dull the shine on both sides.

"The clean side says you walk out of here, and the other side --- Well, it's safer for us to assume you don't want to know what the other side says."

Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine! // @bluefeathrs

“Not that I’m knockin’ ya, yer taller’an me afterall, but ain’t harpy’s s’posed t’be ’lot bigger?”

Margaret shadow-leapt to the rooftops, gazing up at the night sky, which beheld a blanket of twinkling objects across the dark expanse. She enjoyed nights like this, nights when she could stand on the higher buildings and get away from most of the city's light pollution. On her worse nights, she felt calmer when she could stare at the stars like this. More collected.

Maybe she still felt like the world was crumbling down on her, but it felt a little more distant than it did before. The chilled northern wind certainly helped take her mind off it. She held what remained of her cardigan a little tighter to herself as she lay on the cold concrete, letting her mind slowly drift off among the stars above...

Send ⌖ for the first 3 emotions my character feels when seeing or thinking of yours. | Accepting!

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byan: i am an expert at identifying birds. senja: okay, what about those ones flying over there? byan: yeah, they're all birds.

senja: you remind me of the ocean. byan: because i'm deep and mysterious? senja: no, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

senja: gatekeep, girlboss, and what's the other one again? byan: there isn't another one. you're crazy.

byan: hey, you wanna know a secret? senja: not really. byan: okay. senja: senja: do you smell smoke? byan: the secret is that i set the building on fire.