#derpofmuses

Dia closed his eyes, waiting the attack that he would end up receiving. The silence was deafening, so much so that he was able to hear the fabric of her glove straining. So she was going to punch him, hopefully not in the jaw, but he couldn’t help what her aim would be in rage. When she pushed him forward his heart nearly stopped. His eyes snapped open to look at her in confusion. She was still going to help him?

Even now that she knew who he was?

He sighed as she reached for a weapon. Shame, the conversation was something kind of nice, and apparently he was going to be on her no go list from this point on. Dia stopped turning around and looking right at her, and cocking his head slightly to one side. Her wording was odd as well, as if he’d ever said that he was anything other than what his physical appearance showed.

                                   ❝ I don’t let them.  Most follow my orders because I’m not like the                                        other lords. I guess the word you could use is forgiving. I’m less                                        likely to end them for something inane. ❞

Dangerous wasn’t really something he was worried about. Still, the fact that she wasn’t going to just leave him be to lick his wounds in private was frustrating, and he was more than willing to just sit there an let her tend to him until such a point where he could drop her off in the middle of the desert and be done with her questions. There was one thing that she said that he thought was odd. He hadn’t come here to make friends, certainly not with humans at any rate. 

send “♩” for my muse to slow dance with your muse.

Dia could not stop the wince that showed on his face. Just dancing was one thing, but when the other person did not know the dance, it was infinitely harder. Stepped on toes, and more than once where he’d had to keep her from falling over. An exersize in madness, surely. But all things considered she was making progress, and it was glorious when a point came that she had stumbled on earlier was so much improved.

send me O_O for my muse’s reaction to yours seeing them naked

                           ❝ Sweetie, you are just as naked as I am. Problem is that I have no                                issues with nudity, and you certainly seem to. ❞

He was more than comfortable with standing sitting there in little more than underwear, where as she was trying desperately to cover her assets so that he couldn’t see. The only reason he was able to do so was because the room was a temperature that shouldn’t be livable for normal humans. An admirable attempt, and given that she normally was so composed, and almost vibrating with a ridiculous amount of energy, he had to take pity on her. He tossed a shirt, one of his admittedly, at her, snickering as she grabbed out of the air and hastily threw it on.

Malkeria was impressive to say the least. Her mismatched eyes caught more than enough attention on their own, and her nice figure certainly did the rest. Of the women that he was on a first name basis with, her skin was darker than most, but what drew him was the scales. 

send me ‘Pucker up!’ to see how my character kisses yours. 64. forehead kiss

                            ❝ That’s right, I look like an elezen to you. Would you like to see how                                 your friends might see me? As a miqo’te I mean. I was so fascinated                                 with your description of them, that I had to try it out. ❞

He released the glamour, one that apparently was tailored so that only she’d been seeing it, meaning he’d cast it wrong. While nothing happened for him, his height remained the same, and he looked at her the same as he had, her eyes focused on the admittedly shorter form. But with the focus came the look of irritation, and he knew when to make a hasty exit. Apparently she was not one who enjoyed little games like these.

Send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number 

20: upside down kiss

There was never a moment that Estinien could keep himself still, always wanting to be active and alert rather than passive. Even as his insufferable friend followed close behind him, chattering away about nothing he ever cared to know; he could not take a day off. 

She had been following him as if his own shadow for the better part of the day and no matter what he seemed to do, he could not get her to leave him alone. She even went as far as joining his and his husband’s lunch date, which only made him near boiling over with anger. If not for a certain redhead’s pleading for no violence, Mal would have seen his lance by now.

Estinien entered the area where he often trained, climbing to sit atop a metal bar and then hanging himself upside down by the backs of his knees. To his own dismay, Mal had followed him here too and continued to talk as she had down the entire day.

                        “ She said I could not have the last pie, but I truly wanted it – Oh! Estinien? “

She did not allow him a moment to answer before she placed a kiss his nose, flustering him enough he fell from the bar, hitting his head directly with the wooden floor beneath them and letting out a string of curses.

A series of giggles came from the Au Ra, flicking the part of his nose she had just kissed moments prior.