#briellemccaffrey

Fuck, it’s cold. Crouched low in her cat form, Ember could feel the rain seeping in through her fur coat. Despite the shivers wracking her lithe, little body, she fixed her gaze on the glass door of Maynooth. The guardian had turned down all her invitations for the night with the intent to work and checking out the little cult shop had been first thing on her list. She’d been there when Marigold had wandered in all those months ago, perpetually keeping an eye on her friend but now she was alone. She could conduct her own investigation and report back to Adare. For all their eccentricities and fervor, Ember doubted Clann Nuadha’s role in the recent fey killings but she wasn’t about to write them off without investigating.  

Through the glass, she could see the shop girl bustling around inside. The last customer had left only a few minutes ago, giving the girl a friendly goodbye before hurrying through the rain. Ember watched his form disappear in the distance before she slid out from underneath a mailbox. Grumbling inwardly at the fat raindrop that landed smack dab on her head between her ears, she slunk toward the door. She caught sight of her soaked reflection, yellow eyes staring back at her. Rearing up on her hind legs, Ember started to scratch at the glass repeatedly, a series of sad meows coming from her mouth.

Sacrificial Bull:

(For an inner monologue my muse has about yours.)

I like her a lot. She is kind and lovely. I cannot even remember just how we became friends - or if we even are, but I enjoy the time I spend with her. She has a nice laugh, and a nice smile. She seems like the sort to be very brave, were she ever faced with a scary task. I bet she would not accidentally kill a spider like I did once when I was a child. But I bet she also would not judge me if she knew I did that.

I want to know more about her, but I do not know how to do that without revealing too much about myself. There has to be some way. I can share bits and pieces, I just have to be careful - just like with Yvette, just like with any human.

Defeat Blight:

(For a wishlist of plot ideas for our muses.)

- I mean... the kidnapping, way down the road.

- I would love more Pure Bonding. Let them go for ice cream, or just walks around the city.

- I think I’ve said this in some other plots, but Camellia playing the piano for Brielle.

- I think Brielle trying to get Cam interested in the Clan could be interesting? While she doesn’t know Cam’s a fey, obviously - and Camellia having to skirt around with her reasons of why she doesn’t want to be in the Clan or even really go to Maynooth.

- Camellia can send Brielle letters or books or something.

- Any other plots, I would love!

Honey Wine: For my muse to describe yours while ridiculously drunk.

She’s like, okay. She’s like if sunshine had a human form. Like a Carebear, but less creepy. But also not as...simple? as that. Like, she’s really bright and friendly and comfortable to be around. But underneath it all you can tell that she’s actually a person. That has thoughts and stuff, and it’s not just a customer service act, you know? And she’s really thoughtful, too. She always remembers stuff about me and asks about it later and stuff like that. I don’t know. She’s just nice in a world that is, generally, not.