#flamedtails

from zodiac headcanons

≻ is your muse sensitive, or do they have a thick skin ? I think overall he has thick skin in most matters. If anything I think he's more sensitive when it comes to those he keeps close. Their thoughts... Their feelings... Their opinions. They all influence him.

    Of  all  the  things  Aira  expected…  It  wasn't  that  she  would  say  those  words  with  such  genuine  emotion.  …Why  him?  He  didn't  deserve  such  honest  words…  He  wasn't  worth  that  much.  He  knew  that…  It's  why  he  knew  he'd  never  be  an  idol  worth  talking  about…  It's  why  he  knew  the  only  thing  he  was  good  for  was  the  love  he  gave  out…

         Nothing  more…  Nothing  less.

              ❝  T-Tingyun…  Don't  say  things  like  that…  Don't  say  it  like  that  I…  ❞

    Tears  started  to  well  up,  spilling  over  as  he  tried  to  say  more.  It  hurt  to  think  that  he  could  possibly  be  loved  so.  Her  touch  was  warm  &&  gentle…  Her  gaze  beautiful…

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   His gaze fell upon her, lips pressing tightly into a thin line. It was quite unbecoming for a beautiful young vixen such as her to be worried with such thoughts.

          ❝ Oh come now, Miss Tingyun, surely you know I won't disappear in such an instant. Much like how beauty is ever changing && evolving it does not mean it is lost. I doubt my time is neither here nor in the near future, but if it is, than I shall let it take me gracefully. Why do I speak of such matters? Why because death itself is the only thing that could tear you or I apart from each other. ❞

   A hand reaches out to gently pull her closer, a gentle smile painted upon his lips now, as emerald hues reflect his steadfast emotions.

          ❝ As for losing yourself… Let me be your anchor. This knight solemnly pledges to not let you lose yourself… Whether that be through untimely death or of your own self destruction. Thus I pledge upon the name of Beauty. ❞

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    Eyes  slowly  open,  a  strange  feeling  washing  over  him.  His  body  felt  like  it  hadn't  moved  in  eons  &&  his  throat  dry  from  lack  of  water  &&  use.  Slate  gray  hues  peer  through  long  bands  to  focus  upon  the  vixen  sitting  on  the  edge  of  the  bed,  her  hands  folded  neatly  in  her  lap,  a  beautiful  smile  painted  on  her  features. 

         A  closer  examination.  .  .  Revealed  something  incredibly  intriguing  to  Michiru:  Her  soul.  A  brilliant  fiery  red-orange  hue,  yet  bright  yellow  cracks  were  visible  in  that  flame.  He  had  never  seen  such  a  soul  before  &&  his  curiosity  grew  as  to  why  it  appeared  that  way.

              ❝  How  long  have…  I  been  asleep?  ❞

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    He  understood  her  words.  He  truly  did,  but  that  did  not  change  the  fact  he  felt  like  perhaps  he  was  not  the  best  suited  for  these  words.  He  wasn't  strong  nor  was  he  that  wise.  Lyon  possessed  a  lot  of  book  knowledge,  yes,  but  that  sometimes  felt  like  it  contributed  to  naught.  Words  either  were  useless  in  a  war  or  the  most  powerful  things  in  existence  –  Yet  it  always  felt  like  his  words  were  weak.  Even  though  he,  himself,  had  a  strong  desire  to  bring  about  the  changes  he  sought  day  after  day  for,  it  felt  like  his  own  will  wasn't  enough  to  manifest  such.

        &&  in  this  matter?  Fate?  How  was  he,  a  weak  individual,  supposed  to  challenge  such  a  strong  &&  formidable  opponent  such  as  fate? 

             ❝  I  appreciate  the  fact  you  think  so  highly  of  me  to  believe  such,  but  I  fear  your  faith  might  be  misplaced.  There  is.  .  .  Nothing  truly  special  about  me.  I  have  no  strengths…  No  charms…  In  fact  I  barely  believe  the  fact  I  am  as  selfless  as  many  proclaim.  I  view  myself  quite  the  pitiful,  jealous  fool  at  times.  In  regards  to  the  chains  I  feel  might  bind  me  at  any  moment.  .  .  ?

"There is nothing wrong with teasing me, dear, it was just a little jab in return."