#chaosdrivenmuses

:p

Whisper of your chaos

Scream of your peace

Sing me your song

With an ego as bloated as hers, there was no denying the lack of attention she’s received over the holiday has left her sitting with a feeling she can’t quite pin down ( frustration? Jealousy? Boredom? ). It’s something of a paradox; she hasn’t gone out of her way to pursue anyone & the rational side of her knows there was nothing to expect, but still her vanity sulks beneath the surface, having silently hoped her appeal was enough to attract a few admirers.

However, she’s trying to take it on the chin & not concern herself with such things ( it’s a weak measure of her worth, but one that she still struggles to let go ).

Omega’s gift is something of a blessing, as it makes her wonder why she takes this day so seriously in the first place - just as it makes her remember that she’s always had people she can rely on despite her lack of Valentine’s junk.

        ❝ Don’t tell me the great E-SERIES KILLING MACHINE's going soft on us - ❞

She quips as she takes the crinkled box, hoping that the sweets inside are in better shape before she softly pushes her fist against his arm in a friendly faux-punch.