FIRST THREE EVERYONE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES | Accepting

☾          She came from working at the hat shop, it was late, she didn’t know who was there or whether Calcifer was awake or not, but she was no sneak-in. “I’m hom…” Her words froze as her foot about to step on the next rung. She sighed and finished walking up the brief stairs, then she corrected herself. “I’m here!”

          ‘Well, from when did I start consider this my home?’ It was not in a bad sense that she was self-conscious of the topic, she found the castle to be cozy and warm, it was just that perhaps Calcifer and Howl didn’t even see her as one permanent partner to live with…Still, it didn’t mean she couldn’t heat herself at the feet of the fireplace when she had just come from the cold outside. She sat on the chair in front of it -with nothing but the fire’s light and company as no one responded- rubbing her hands together and staring at the mesmerazing flames. The heat it provided at the moment made her in a few seconds fond of it, she was grateful of the never dying fire, was it Calcifer or not, she couldn’t tell.

          “Thank you.” She whispered, cajoled, her words per se were quietly said and she had her mouth and nose covered with her hands, whoever could be there, she was sure it wasn’t hearable. She nearly reached the flames with them as she wanted to capture the heat again -yet it seemed as if she caressed the vibrant colors- only to realize familiar colorful flames like eyes looking at her. “Mmh?… Calcifer! I didn’t know you were awake, I didn’t know you were here.” Her hands retrieved. “And, that... Was not an indirect kiss I gave you.” Moody for the surprise -intentional or not- she leaned back heavily on the chair and turned her head to the side, embarrassed of such a display of any trait that was not her usual roughness or sarcasm, giving only a peek towards the fireplace again where his flaming eyes were still looking at her. For a moment she thought she was rude and felt regret, she was just dozy...But...Perhaps he only was as well. ‘What good can come from this.’ She surrendered, letting go of a sigh as she looked at him. After a few seconds she was candid again. ‘I can’t say I’m unthankful...’

Unexpectedly and slowly she bent over and kissed his cheek flames, warm but not burning. She straightened again.

♋ ; What made you choose this muse?

(Take 1: ahgfhah many reasons one of them I’m even shy to tell. 

Take 2: I have a leaning towards silver haired characters.

But no 4real I chose her because I feel some reflection on her character. Personality wise. Making some wrong/late choices-wise. I watched the movie and grew interested in her, then I read the first book and said “here i go!”. Her character in both representations are not similar but it was just something else that inspired me. Also an important reason, to which it would be another question more like “why did you join this fandom” but I think it still fits…Since forever I wanted to join the Ghibli rp fandom. Because it is great, the characters are great, the community is great, everything is great, even so far this is one of only the two best fandoms I’ve been into. I luv it. So Sophie appeared in my life and besides being great herself she was my savior and my muse, literally.)

♚ ; What’s a personality trait you have that you’re proud of?

☾         Sophie leaned in to see more in detail the little shrines, as Calcifer had mentioned, they were small and agrouped as if a baby had played with them as blocks and left them unorganized. She saw they probably had been there for a long time, for moss covered their worn stone. 

          Eyes narrowed looked at the flame with yet a undissipated smile, she straightened and crossed her arms as she looked back at the house-like structures. 

          “You could say you had a shrine.” She mocked the demon. “Right in the middle of the living room.”

          Though, Sophie did wander if for too old the shrines were, perhaps spirits...Or demons as well, inhabited it still. It was curious how small they were for something said to be so powerful to ‘live’ there. She could grab one of them in her hands, but she was prudent enough not to.