#hellsmusing

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"I suppose they wouldn't have had a chance to make more of these after the Fracture, huh?" Verso picked up the small, hollow, cone-shaped metal basket. While chains still dangled at the end, the pins and rings that held it fast to clothing were long gone. "I knew it by the name of tussie-mussie, though I suppose there were other, less silly names for it.

Sex and romance headcanons.

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

Short-term, someone that can adapt to his schedule without it being a point of conflict.

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Conversations like these between them were.. scarce. They were hardly ever serious around each other, flirtation and banter a firm staple in their situationship to gloss over unspoken feelings neither dared voice aloud. But tonight, after a shared moment of intimacy? Pillow talk had drifted to uncharted territory for them.

And to hear Ada of all people, begin to open up to him? Could anyone blame Leon for listening so intensely?

The topic of childhood had always been a touchy one for Leon. Given his parents involvement in organised crime which had ultimately lead to their demise? His had been filled with nothing but trauma. Perhaps Ada shared a similar experience. Regardless of why she’d steered the conversation in that direction, Leon propped himself up on the mattress using an elbow to show he was listening.

“Yeah? Was your childhood bad?” He wasn’t trying to be nosy or fish for information— if anything, his voice came out softer as blue eyes studied her face. She looked almost different when she wasn’t putting on a nonchalant front, hiding behind that catty smirk of hers.

❝ If you expect me to beg for my life, you'll be sorely disappointed. If anything, I'm only here to kill time. So, how about you tell me what exactly this is all about? ❞

Sylus, of all people, being bound to a chair in an unknown location was something that most people who knew him would have considered to be impossible. Even confronting the man was considered to be a tall order for most, let alone actually managing to kidnap him. So how else other than allowing himself to be caught would one of the most notorious underworld crime bosses ever end up being captured alive so easily?

The ambush itself was elegant and efficient enough that this couldn't have been done by some small time thugs. A competitor, perhaps? Or something else? That curiosity alone kept him from striking when they bound, blindfolded and stuffed him into an unmarked vehicle. He had been hoping to get some answers out of whoever would inevitably come and interrogate him once they brought him to a dimly lit room, but it'd been hours since he last heard anyone's voice. Like everyone suddenly bailed out to go handle some other pressing matter instead. Maybe trouble had landed on their doorstep.

A shimmering Pictos stain hums softly in the grass. A woman kneels beside it, sketching its shape into her charter. A breeze shifts, not natural, but deliberate and a tall figure steps out from the distortion as if it were a curtain.

It was here, within the meadows, The Spring Meadows of the Verdant Expanse, where Lune had ventured alone, charting terrain and studying Pictos. It was the very same location the wizard had been magnetically drawn to by various unusual magic, it was haunting and overflowing with unstable energies, calling to him, no doubt he was altogether curious and set on investigating the very same phenomenon.

The question was so out of the blue (and so unexpected given who was asking it) that he almost dropped the two mugs he had pulled out of the cupboard on the hardwood floor. For a second, Gustave wasn't sure he had heard her correctly. Surely he hadn't, but then Lune continued with her thought and he briefly considered slapping himself to make sure he was awake.

It wasn't as if they hadn't talked about it before, although certainly not often, and Gustave wasn't sure if it was ever about them having children together. They weren't married, and they spent the night together so often it was easy to forget they weren't actually living together, either. So why...?

Gustave cleared his throat awkwardly, turning to face her properly. "I, uh, well, I've never--... I haven't really thought about it," he admitted. That was a lie. When he was dating Sophie, Sciel used to tease them about the likelihood of having twins, since he and Emma were fraternal twins. Frankly, she did it so much that he found himself Googling what the chances of that happening actually were.

"Why, uh--... Why do you ask?"