#fangedcorvo

black:  does  your  muse  have  a  ‘bucket list?’ ,  some  things  your  muse  wants  to  accomplish  before  they  die.

       haha.      marcus  has  been  ready  to  die  for  over  2000  years  now.  there  is  nothing  he  still  wants  to  do  except  to  finally  fall  into  ashes. 

silk:  does  your  muse  care  about  appearances  much?  do  they  spend  a  lot  of  time  on  their  own  appearance,  or  do  they  just  go  with  the  flow  each  day?

yes-ish.  I  don’t  really  agree  with  what  the  movies  (not  sure  about  what  the  books  said?)  gave  us  when  it  comes  to  his  clothing  style.  they  really  wanted  to  emphasize  that  he  completely  gave  up  on  looking  presentable.  and  while  I  can  agree  with  the  fact  that  he  cares  less  about  his  own  appearance,  he  still  wouldn’t  greet  guests  in  his  pjs.  before  the  whole  didyme  fiasco  and  in  his  human  verses,  marcus  was  extremely  neat  when  it  comes  to  his  wardrobe.  would  dress  very  elegant  and  classic,  care  for  his  hair  and  beard.  he  wouldn’t  get  manicures  but  still  makes  sure  his  hands  and  nails  are  clean  and  neatly  cut.  as  he  fell  into  depression  after  losing  his  wife,  he  slightly  gave  up  on  many  of  those  strict  clothing  rules  he  gave  himself,  but  he  would  still  been  keen  to  dress  appropriate,  to  brush  his  hair  every  once  in  a  while.  you  know,  the  small  things.  in  his  human  verses  you  probably  won’t  notice  any  difference  in  his  appearance  unless  you’re  either  really  close  to  him  or  pay  incredibly  close  attention  to  it.  because  he  has  a  rather  public  job  and  tries  to  perform  well  no  matter  his  mental  state,  marcus  would  be  forced  to  look  presentable.  only  little  things  would  show  the  chaos  behind  closed  door.  a  shirt  might  be  a  little  wrinkled,  you  might  find  a  small  stain  somewhere,  the  color  of  his  suit  might  not  perfectly  fit  with  the  one  of  his  shoes  or  maybe  he  missed  an  appointment  at  the  hair  dresser  and  now  his  hair  is  a  little  longer  than  how  he  likes  it.  little  things.  

baby  blossoms:  does  your  muse  have  a  favorite  scent?  what  is  it,  and  why?

not  really  to  be  honest?  it’s  nothing  he  cares  much  for?  of  course,  all  of  his  senses  got  enhanced  after  being  changed  but  olfaction  just  wasn’t  too  important  to  him.  he  values  audition  so  much  more.  he  despises  complete  silence,  it  makes  him  uncomfortable,  itchy  even.  there  always  has  to  be  some  kind  of  noise  around  him.  but  weird  smells  around  him?  whatever.  

raspberry:  what  food  and/or  drink  can  your  muse  not  get  enough  of?  do  they  indulge  in  it  often,  or  is  it  something  reserved  for  special  occasions?

even  though  I  chose  to  give  a  fuck  about  the  twilight  mythology,  and  my  marcus  can  consume  regular  food,  he  still  rarely  does?  he  isn’t  a  big  foody  in  his  human  verses  either.  food  just  isn’t  something  he  gives  much  thought  to?  however,  in  those  verses  he  cherishes  great  drinks.  he  loves  to  drink  expensive  wines  and  but  also  harder  liquors.  and  he  would  keep  them  for  special  occasions,  simply  because  they  are  too  expensive  to  have  a  whole  bottle  every  night.  once  he  would  slip  more  into  alcoholism  later  on  in  his  life,  he  began  to  buy  cheaper  liquors  because  even  completely  drunk  it  would  still  hurt  his  soul  if  he  would  just  down  those  special  bottles  in  one  go.  

coral:  what  is  your  muse’s  romantic  and  sexual  orientations?

I’ve  probably  talked  way  too  much  about  this  already,  maybe  because  it’s  not  a  very  simple  topic  (  ..?  )    but  here  we  go:  he  is  definitely  somewhere  on  the  asexual  spectrum.  lately,  I  think  he  could  be  seen  as  aromantic,  simply  because  it  can  be  defined  as  “experiences  little  or  no  romantic  attraction  to  others”  which  is  the  case  for  him  if  you  think  about  it?  he  has  been  alive  for  3.000  years  yet  only  fallen  in  love  with  /  felt  attracted  to  one  person.  of  course  his  grief  had  a  big  influence  on  him  potentially  falling  for  someone  else,  but  still.  so  yeah,  right  now  you  could  see  him  as  aromantic  and  demi-sexual.  though  he  wouldn’t  label  himself  that  way,  he  probably  wouldn’t  label  himself  at  all.  so  while  relationships  of  any  kind  dominate  his  life  through  his  gift,  marcus  isn’t  too  focused  on  his  own  relationship.  he  had  never  been  looking  for  a  potential  partner  and  had  he  not  meet  didyme  maybe  he  wouldn’t  have  dated  anyone  until  now.  furthermore  he  is  not  really  sexual,  hence  the  demi-sexual  part.  it  can  become  a  part  of  his  relationships  as  it  did  with  didyme,  but  he  needs  an  incredibly  close  emotional  connection  to  even  want  to  have  sex  with  someone.  it  also  include  him  not  flirting  at  all  or  speaking  of  any  kind  of  sexual  topics.  

malachite:  has  your  muse  ever  done  anything  that  they  winded  up  feeling  incredibly  guilty  for  in  the  end?

oh  yes.  I  touched  upon  it  a  little  in  a  previous  post  but  marcus  definitely  felt  guilty  for  leaving  behind  his  human  family.  I  mean  his  wife  had  already  passed,  his  sisters  had  been  married  off  and  his  family  was  rich  so  it  wasn’t  a  financial  problem  that  they  had  lost  him.  but  his  disappearance  made  his  son  an  orphan,  he  could  stay  with  his  aunts  but  still  lost  both  mother  and  father  extremely  early  in  his  life.  and  of  course  he  left  his  family  without  an  explanation.  they  never  found  his  body  or  a  letter  explaining  why  he  would  leave. 

champagne:  does  your  muse  drink  (alcohol)?  are  they  a  heavy  drinker,  if  so?

I WAS THE ONE THAT SENT THE ANON! I WAS HOPING NOT TO OFFEND BUT I WAS DYING AT THE SAME TIME! xD

I’m gonna comment instead cause I hate liking posts unless I plan on reblogging them later. LMAO SO YES! You owe me on Marie <3

He's like, I WAS TALKING TO KAI, SIT YOUR ASS DOWN.

OH I forgot about that. I have a Dory memory LMAO! But I.... don't know if I want to watch this? I'm gonna cry like a bitch, they were my faves.

And then another loud gasp as she moved and found her arms and legs were not the only things moving.

I have wings... She thought in disbelief as she saw them and felt them on her back. She could feel the wind rustling her feathers!

I have wings!

She was lying on her back with her wings spread out - they were such a pretty white that seemed to glow under the moonlight. Pretty stars filled the sky.

Was she dreaming? This felt like a dream! Because if so this is the most amazing dream ever!

Until Hazel noticed where she was.

A graveyard. She let out a cry of shock and fear.

She sat herself up in panic. And then she noticed all the stuffed animals by the tombstone in front of her.

Her eyes focused on the name.

Her name.

Hazel…

She stood up shakily the feeling of her wings still strange to her as she moved toward the tombstone.

Hazel…

Heaven Gained Another Angel

There was a picture among the stuffed animals and flowers. A picture of her.

And then suddenly flashes of memory blew through Hazel’s mind. Her crying. Screaming. Her daddy shouting. Being hit over and over. So much pain. Her mommy shouting. Her daddy shouting louder and louder and the pain getting worse and worse and worse…

Terrified by the memories and terrified of the sight of her gravestone Hazel started running and then without even thinking she was pushing down with her wings and flying herself into the air and away as she cried.

Did I die? She thought as she flew. Did I die? I must have… that was my gravestone! Does that mean… Am I an angel? Am I an angel now? The gravestone said Heaven Gained Another Angel. But then why aren’t I in Heaven? Did God and the angels not want me? She looked up into the starry night sky, not understanding. If her mom and dad could not love her and if she was not in Heaven did that mean her wish couldn’t come true? That not even God or the angels could love her?

She couldn’t stop crying. She was flying and she should be happy to be flying but her heart hurt too much to be happy and enjoy her first flight.

Hazel flew and flew and flew and flew. Crying and crying. After what seemed like hours of flying and crying Hazel was beginning to feel very tired.

Through red puffy eyes Hazel saw a garden with pretty flowers down below. That looks like a safe place to sleep… She thought and flew her way down.

She landed in the pretty flowers and fell onto her back in exhaustion, letting her wings spread out. To tired to cry anymore. To tired to fly. She shut her eyes. The smell of the pretty flowers filled her nose.

Dreams at once took her dreams of her daddy and mommy hitting her over and over and her screaming and crying in pain because it hurt so much. Dreams of her reaching the gates of Heaven and God and the Angels telling her she could not go into Heaven because they did not want her and that just like her parents they did not love her so she could not go to Heaven and they sent her flying back down to Earth crying.