#goddiviness

      he’s struck, almost immediately, by her beauty. michael’s experience       with the fairer sex has only ever involved towering women clad in       armour, or delicate clerics sworn to celibacy. he has never had to think       about women, because they have always been, for whatever reason,       unattainable. and yet here he stands before a beautiful young woman,       and for just a moment, his mind goes blank in panic. even her name       escapes him. ❝ i trust you’re well, serah? i... uh... i was sent to see if       you required anything, my lady. ❞

Romance Banter: Accepting

Hera

Aveline: So, Hawke. You’ve been going to the Blooming Rose nearly every night now.Neil: Did Carver tell you that or are you still “keeping an eye on me?”Aveline: Don’t dodge the question.Neil: Why do you need to know?Aveline: It just seems silly that you keep going to see this person when you have a perfectly good estate with plenty of room. Why not invite them to stay? Give them a different job? You clearly care about them if you keep going back. Neil: I... I’ll think on it. 

Merrill

Alternate Endings: Accepting

Ok so there are a ton of bad ends to this story. 

For Neil, personally, the worst ending possible is if the Arishok beats him in single combat. Instead of killing him, though, the Arishok sees him as a potential asset to the Qun and makes him Saarebas. To Neil, this is a worse fate than being put into the Circle. At least in the Circle, he can stay who he is. 

Hera: cries on the inside ! She’s gonna fall for the pure boy I can feel it

send 👄 for our muses first kiss

      he is a little bolder, now that he has known another's touch.      certainly not bold enough to proposition her the way some      might, with barked demands and wandering hands, but bold      enough to flatter her with kisses and other soft displays of      affection. he wouldn't dare presume; her touch is a gift, not      a right. so he settles for pressing his lips to hers, soft and      sweet and still with that lingering chasteness that he isn't      sure he's ever going to shake, and smiles at her, fondness      colouring his features. ❝ have a pleasant night, madame. ❞

LMAO but she wuvs this big nerdo

smash or pass | accepting