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Q: QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

Oh she’d be the one to ask. Hands down. Eva doesn’t beat around the bush with that stuff; she’s the first to confess to her partner, and she’d be the one to make sure they know she’s willing to spend the rest of her life with them.

[ TRAIL ]++   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

Here, in Vein, scars were just something that went hand in hand with Revenants. It would be quite a feat to find one that was clean from the marks of war, and thus it was no surprise that the first generation revenant would have quite his share of them. From the Horrors that dragged their claws and teeth over his skin, to the frenzied Queen’s catastrophic rampage… some even caused by his own hand. One might think he should be used to them, or even reveled in them like a trophy of his accomplishments.. Of still being alive to this point, but it was never that simple.

His body is like a stop motion animation when a gentle touch brushes away his hair to then gently press fingertips against the scar at his temple. There’s a jolt of sensation, like a static shock that moves through his head and to the other side. As though she had pushed through the scar, tissue and bone to reach out the other side. That wasn’t to say it was an unpleasant, or painful feeling.. It was just… a phantom one.

Vivian turns his head just enough to face her, and while he does not hear any sound (head was somewhere else; too much going on in his head), he can practically feel her curiosity like a kinetic force. But with a memory as fractured as his… he could provide no simple answer for her. Instead he gently tilts his head against her hand, closing his eyes.

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   Her eyes widen in surprise at the other’s words, a tilt of her head showing her confusion.  The comment had come out of nowhere and seemed out of place in an area crawling with lost.  She was rarely complimented based on looks--most other revenants and people she dealt with often saw just her cold, logical side that she was known for among the members of Cerberus.   

  Well, a certain other person comes to mind that has said that to her before.  

  “Pfft.”  A hand comes to mute her laugh as she tries to stop it from escaping.  She feels like a child laughing, but she’ll let it slide this time around.

There’s a second or two where he had considered ignoring the voice tickling his ear; instinctively turning his head away before sitting up abruptly, a hand reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there. Jumpy. Unusual, for him. When the bells in his head cease, he finally looks to Blanche.

          ❝ Sorry. .. I hadn’t even realized I’d fallen asleep. I hope I did not bore you. ❞

In retrospect, it was probably a good thing he could not reach for a weapon (not that he really needed one if the situation dire enough). The last thing he’d want is to hurt his companion here. He seems to pause in thought, closing his eyes.. he couldn’t recall what had really caused him to react the way he did. A dream..? Most likely. He doubt his memories would lurk so closely and yet so out of reach.. but..

FIRE had very rich and interesting history. Symbolically, it could mean anything; power, change, purification, rebirth, light and love.. destruction and damnation.. It was an element that Vivian was intimately familiar with, though warm and inviting; it sent a strange and irritable chill twisting in his spine, but it was subtle enough to ignore. It was here that he realized he was probably spacing out, staring at nothing but the flames dancing side to side, and though he doesn’t initially turn his head to look at her, he apologizes never the less.

          ❝ Sorry. I was just thinking. ❞

He always seems to be apologizing, doesn’t he? He never used to do that in the military (that he could remember).. but then, what did he have to apologize for? He did his job, and he was damned good at it.. but that was neither here nor there, and maybe he was more self-aware than he even realized over how his mind fell off the mark. Instead, the tired revenant leans away from Blanche just enough to brush her hair away from her shoulder, giving him room to rest his head against her shoulder. 

          ❝ Are you anticipating my leaving? ❞ Or dying? The second one was unavoidable. That was just the nature of his code, and even just of himself. Though he could not remember what he must have been, the Great Collapse, or even Operation QUEENSLAYER, he was certain that he had died so that others may live. So that they may keep their memories; those pieces of themselves. Ah, he’s going off on a tangent, isn’t he.

He stares at Blanche thoughtfully, studying her face to see if that would answer his question before she did. Though to be perfectly honest, he was probably the very worst at reading other people when it didn’t involve combat. Perception of his surroundings in a fight, the enemy’s motion, or a potential threat? Easy. Everything else? He might as well be existing underwater. Regardless, he extends a hand towards her.

Vivian stops abruptly in his tracks, pausing in a way that one could almost see the gears turning in his head before he turns to face her.  ❝ Are you afraid?❞ There’s a hint of genuine curiosity among the almost dead tone in his voice. Pride kept most people from admitting fear, but there was a lot to be afraid of as a Revenant... thirst, becoming the lost, losing memories... dragging others down with you. He supposed there were plenty others. Regardless, he doesn’t give her too much time to respond before continuing.