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faeles said:  for vil! / hibiscus: how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life? as things worth preserving & caring for, or things only bound to wither & disappear? / lilac: what was your muse’s childhood like? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged? / lily: how does your muse view their mother?

( BOTANICAL HEADCANONS )

hibiscus: how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life? as things worth preserving & caring for, or things only bound to wither & disappear?      A  bit  of  both  ,  really.  Much  like  flowers  ,  he  does  enjoy  some  of  the  gentler  ,  daintier  things  and  works  to  preserve  those  moments  as  best  as  he  can. But  he’s  not  under  any  false  illusion  that  it  will  remain  preserved  forever.  Part  of  the  beauty  in  some  things  is  the  temporary  nature  of  it.  Eventually  it  will  fade  ,  but  one  can  enjoy  it  in  the  present.

lilac: what was your muse’s childhood like? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged?       THIS  dives  into  that  a  little  bit  in  the  description.  His  childhood  did  have  his  fun  moments  ,  especially  moreso  when  his  father  was  around  or  when  he  was  with  Jack  ,  but  it  was  also  very  strict  and  scheduled.  He  had  a  lot  of  tutors  that  ate  up  a  lot  of  time  and  his  family  wasn’t  particularly  close.  His  dad  was  often  working  and  his  mother  was  overseeing  his  success.  Part  of  that  is  why  Vil  finds  it  so  easy  to  create  and  stick  to  a  schedule  ,  he’s  been  doing  it  almost  all  his  life.  Especially  after  he  found  fame  in  modeling  and  acting.  His  perfectionism  ,  fed  and  enforced  by  his  mother  ,  really  took  hold  at  a  young  age  and  it’s  simply  gotten  worse  as  he’s  aged  and  gotten  more  and  more  involved  in  the  spotlight  ,  be  it  media  or  even  just  as  the  dorm  head.

faeles said:  26) If fear doesn’t hold you down, how do you think your life would be?

( DEEP MUN QUESTIONS )

For once, Floyd’s face was completely blank. No over joyous expression, no sneer of anger, just blank. He looked more like Jade the longer he kept it up, one of the many reasons he liked showing his emotions unlike his brother, but that’s neither here nor there. Right now, he’s just trying to process what happened. 

He knew Cass had dreams, crazy and scary dreams, but nothing Cass had told him could have prepared him for seeing him go through that vision while awake. The oracle’s blood was choking the predator as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. Cass explained in what broken way he could while trying to take care of his bloody nose. He’s playing it off like it was nothing, like he was nothing, like his suffering was less than anyone else’s. 

“Neh...Cass...” Floyd wiped the blood off of Cass’s face while forcing the human to look at him. The grip that the eel has on the human’s chin was firm but not tight - he doesn’t think he could forgive himself if he hurt Cass in a moment like this. 

“What else are you not telling me?” His face remains blank, his eyes searching Cass’s. “You know I love you, right?” It might be the first time he’s spoken the words out loud in such a serious manner. “You might not feel sorry for yourself about it, but how do you think it makes me feel? Seeing you like this....and having no idea what’s going on?” He doesn’t want to make Cass feel worse than he already did, but Floyd isn’t someone to pull punches with his words. 

He pulls his hand back, then throws it outwards, punching into the nearest wall. the wall cracks underneath his fist, and sharp teeth dig into his lip, he’s now bleeding along with the oracle. “Damn it Cass....how the hell am I suppose to protect you from shit like this?!” 

faeles said:  it's another late night of theirs, and cass has their arms linked as they sit on the sofa; head on his shoulder. they're both pretty tired from a hard day's work.. so he doesn't really believe he's heard vil right. but he replays it in his head and those few seconds feel like forever. " really..? " surprise and hope mix in his voice, and without thinking. " i love you too. " / cass and vil :pleading:

(  SEND YOUR MUSE’S REACTION TO MINE SUDDENLY BLURTING OUT ‘I LOVE YOU’ )

   Exhaustion  wraps  around  him  ,  making  his  limbs  feel  heavy  from  a  long  day  of  work  and  school  ,  not  to  mention  everything  else.  A  hot  bath  is  a  pleasant  thought  ,  but  sleep  is  a  far  nicer  idea.  Vaguely  he’s  aware  of  the  fact  he  suddenly  said  something  ,  face  pressed  against  Cassian’s  hair  and  his  eyes  half  closed.

   That  is  ,  until  it  finally  clicks  what  he  just  said.

   Eyes  shoot  wide  open  and  he  can  feel  how  his  heart  leaps  into  his  throat.  Adrenaline  suddenly  rushes  through  his  exhausted  body  ,  and  he  can  feel  the  panic  in  his  stomach.  A  panic  far  worse  than  any  nerves  or  concern  he’d  held  about  anything  in  the  past.  Because  this  was  something  personal  ,  significant  to  the  heart.

   How  was  it  everyone  described  him  ?  A  winter  beauty.  Elegant  and  breathtaking  ,  dangerous  and  cold.  That  was  fine  by  him  ,  he  let  few  close  ,  and  this  was  far  closer  than  merely  close.  This  was  handing  over  a  dagger  to  Cassian  and  hoping  he  didn’t  strike  the  vulnerable  emotions  that  swelled  in  the  queen’s  chest.  Maybe  Cassian  hadn’t  heard  them  ?

   Ice  turns  to  desert  ,  vil’s  mouth  feeling  dry  as  he  looked  down  towards  Cassian  when  he  heard  Cassian  respond.  Oh  no.  He  had  heard  after  all. Anxiety  clawed  at  his  throat  ,  but  then  his  words  are  returned  in  kind.  I  love  you  too.  Part  of  him  wondered  if  he  had  in  fact  fallen  asleep.

   Air  rushes  into  his  lungs  as  he  finally  remembers  to  BREATHE  ,  something  he’d  forgotten  in  the  seconds  of  waiting  for  how  Cassian  would  respond.  Eyes  close  and  he  presses  his  head  to  the  top  of  Cassian’s  head  ,  holding  him  close.  

Kalim has to stop everything for a moment, eyes widening as he looks at the envelope being held out to him. 

He feels like he can’t breathe. It shouldn’t be such a big deal, it’s just a holiday card. But Cassian doesn’t realize what he’s done. He doesn’t realize that he’s the first person to give Kalim a card personally - outside of some of his younger siblings at least. And even then sometimes those are addressed to both Jamil and himself. But as he reaches out to take the white envelope, not feeling bad in the slightest at how he tears it open to pull out the card inside.

It’s simple, something mass produced and likely just bought from Sam’s shop with what little money the other prefect had. 

He’s uncharacteristically quiet as he reads over the sparkly letters over the front and on the inside - seeing the oracle’s signature on the inside. It’s lacking Grim’s aswell, like he had thought it would have. No, this was specifically a present from Cassian to Kalim himself. Only the two of them.

Before Cassian has a chance to blink, Kalim is quickly wrapping his arms around the oracle’s shoulders, the biggest grin on his face. Were those tears streaming down his face? Maybe but at least Cass couldn’t see them from this angle.

faeles said:  which muse that you currently have was the first you ever roleplayed? / which of your muses is the most friendly to strangers? which is the least friendly?

(  MULTIMUSE ASK GAME  )

12. which muse that you currently have was the first you ever roleplayed?

On  tumblr  ,  my  first  muse  that  I  still  write  was  this  beautiful  vampire  Horn  Skuld  !  She  was  the  first  anime  character  I  ever  roleplayed  ,  and  I’ve  kept  her  ever  since  !

14. which of your muses is the most friendly to strangers? which is the least friendly?

Hmm.  This  is  a  good  question.  For  most  friendly  to  strangers  ,  I  would  have  to  say  it  would  probably  be  Anos  Voldigoad.  Despite  being  the  Demon  King  of  Tyranny  ,  aka  the  Origin  ,  he’s  very  laid  back  and  chill.

As  for  the  least  friendly  ,  that’s  easy.  Fenrir  from  Norse  Mythology  is  the  least  friendly.  Given  what  happened  to  him  ,  it’s  understandable.  But  he’s  extremely  hostile  and  stand-offish.  And  if  you’re  a  deity  ?  You’re  done  for.  Don’t  come  near  him  ,  he’ll  devour  you  like  he  did  Odin.  He’s  good  once  you  get  to  know  him

Kalim laughs, perhaps a bit too loudly and a bit too much. But Kore was right in some kind of strange way. “Are we adding blasphemy to your list of crimes tonight?” Kalim wiped some tears away before leaning over to take Kore’s glass from her

“Seriously though, I’m cutting you off.” He grins, pecking her on the lips before putting the glass out of her reach. “But you’re free to help yourself to more crackers. Or grapes, or whatever you want. Just say the word and I’ll have it for you in no time.”