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Muse talk
🌼 - happiness headcanons
- petting dogs and playing video games does not cure his depression, but they sure manage to keep it at bay;
- whenever you’re feeling down, he will encourage you to vent and will bring you comfort food in hopes that your mood will improve.
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❝I hope you like sweet things Vulcan-san, I believe I've made entirely too much.❞ ─ The young Sister smiles before setting down a cup of hot chocolate in front of Company 8's genius engineer.
fingers stop tinkering on the machine he’d been working on as soon as he hears the sisters words, sparing a smile of his own in return for her kind gesture. ❝ THANKS, sister– i appreciate it ! ❞ & it was true. there really wasn’t a food he disliked, & hot chocolate was certainly something he’d never turn away. not to mention some SUGAR was just what he needed right about now.
gloved hands take hold of the warm mug, not wasting even a second before taking a sip ( & ultimately BURNING his tongue in the process ). he stops mid-blow in attempt to cool down his drink, if only to follow up with a quick, ❝ oh and– please, JUST vulcan ( or turdface ) is fine ! ! there’s no need for the honorifics. ❞
❝You look a little lost, can I be of assistance?❞ ─ With hair that eye catching, the young woman almost looked related to Vulcan. Iris found the color quite lovely, but now was hardly the time to be gawking─it was a nun's job to provide aid after all.
SEND ONE IF WE HAVEN'T INTERACTED
Shirayuki jumped at the voice that reached out to her. “U-Uh,” She stuttered, feeling somewhat anxious from being lost and surprised from being approached. “I.. hope so,” The redhead smiled nervously, truly hoping the stranger would be able to help her out. “I’m looking for a garden. It’s supposed to be nearby–I think– but I’ve gotten a little lost.” She refrained from adding that it was because she got sidetracked observing another plant she’d seen on her way.
@celestial-pyre
"Hey. Don't you realize what time it is?"
The young, pale skinned, boy approached the other. He carried an umbrella in hand, ready to open at any moment as the smell of rain grew stronger by the minute. "I'm not one to bother with other's personal business... but its late. And it's most likely going to rain. You probably shouldn't be outside."
Zeon eyed the woman, only slightly curious about her reasons for being out at that late hour. "....Are you lost or something?"
❝Tell me, which one is worse? Living or dying first?❞ ── Delicate hands encased in silken gloves tremble─fingertips pressed together in silent prayer. A holy woman with locks of gold and ocean eyes, nearly on the cusp of adulthood, stands alone in a graveyard long forgotten by the living. The sister could only hope her devotion provided the deceased some small comfort. ❝May you forever bask in the Sun God's holy embrace.❞
BILLIE EILISH SENTENCE STARTERS // [ accepting! ]
⊰☠⊱ — That was an easy one. There was nothing more hellish than living. At least dying brought an end to everything. Sometimes quick, sometimes not but it resulted the same– it all comes to an end. All the pain and suffering. All the nasty bits. As the saying goes, it was like hell on earth. A living, neverending hell and they were all strugglers, fighting hard to survive and make the most of it. Some more than others. Others being the lucky few. Living wasn’t entirely all that bad either, though. The people made it worth it. The few good ones.
Nicolas hadn’t really anticipated on something like this, though. A nun making a personal house call. Worick couldn’t have called for her. The both of them had committed more sin than they could count. To burden someone of all that just wasn’t something he wanted to do. Wasn’t even much of a burden to him in general, really. The things he did, he had to do. It got the job done. It was how they survived. Even if it futile in the end. It would be their time soon enough. That end that they– he searched for indirectly, with his self-destructiveness, his time would be up any day now.
‘Focus.’
Had she come her to save his soul? A personal mission to salvage what little of his damaged soul she could? How thoughtful, but he didn’t need it. It would be better if it were anyone else but him. She clearly was devoted to the big guy upstairs it seems. It was almost admirable how genuine her concern was and how dedicated she came of as.
··ʏOᴜ HᴀVᴇ Tᴏ ExPᴇRɪEɴᴄE ᴀ LɪTᴛLᴇ ʙIᴛ OF ʙOᴛH FɪRsT ᴛO HᴀVᴇ Aɴ AɴSᴡEʀ ᴛO TʜAᴛ.··
Deep and hoarse, the sluggish drawl of his voice suddenly broke the silence she experienced. He was all too familiar with both, coming near one more than the other but he wouldn’t tell her something like that. It was a subject that was too heavy. Something he wasn’t and wouldn’t be willing to sure. He wouldn’t put that kind of shit on someone. It would’ve been easier to sign though but he figured he go with talking to be safe, in case she wasn’t familiar with sign language.
Soft and gently, he smiled down at the nun.
··ᴅOɴ·T WᴏRʀY AʙOᴜT ᴍE﹐ sIsTEʀ. I·Lʟ Bᴇ ғɪNᴇ.··
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