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If My Muse Turned Evil

Worse: Terras cuts through his old students, Amos, Ilyana, and Nemphtyas; they thought his students would stop him, he loved them after all. He manages to beat his way through Imara, and Addy; because surely, he’d stop for his friends. Noitora goes easy on him because he knows, if he doesn’t hold back, he’ll kill Terras, and Terras rips through him like a wet paper towel.

And when his reign of carnage is done, when everyone has hesitated because it was him, it was Terras that was attacking them- he’s holding a body in his arms, and the last thing it says to him is; “I love you.”

“I’m gonna go jump on her bed, seems like a good idea.”

“Where the fel did she go this time? She broke the last guy I sent’s arm, I’m gonna have to talk to her myself.”

“When I get sad I bother Imara about it.”

Get to know the people in my muse’s life.

This a bit of a hard question because there’s a lot of people Terras would die for, even when his own “Fight like hell” mentality says death should never even be on the table. He’s a hypocrite, like we all are. He’d die for Imara, Veleanthe, Irielle- but in the end, he knows they’re all big girls. Would he die for his ex-husband? 

Well that’s something you’re going to have to guess.

if there is one person that Terras has fought for and bled for the most, and probably would end up being the person he dies for, it would be Noitora. He’s risked his neck multiple times to keep his former student safe, he gave up part of his freedom to keep Noitora safe. So yeah, it’s safe to say he’d die for him.

“Ow!” He plays up her punch to his arm with a chuckle. “What the hell was that for Ima?”

It was an oddly quiet night on the Fel Hammer. Normally, he wouldn’t be here, he would be asleep on the floor of Ardelle’s inn, or at least trying to, nose shoved into Za’kah’s soft fur. The spirit beast brought him a rare sense of comfort. Occasionally, he’d be in someone’s arms, or they would be in his. It didn’t happen as much anymore. It almost made him regret the whole, friends-with-benefits thing.

But he HAD been asleep, up to that point. Small sounds always brought him back to the waking world, that’s how he heard it. A tiny whisper. An inaudible prayer. A small plea that the speaker didn’t want anyone to hear.

At the foot of his cot stood Imara, and the words had most definitely come from her.

Was the ship cursed? Why was she the one asking him this? They were cursed, something happened. Imara was never like this, something terrible must have happened to get her to do this–

“You alright?” He asked, “You sick? You’re not normally–” A flash to the Black Temple, to the one time she had been gentle. He sighed. “Come here, doll.”

Terras lets out a chuckle as the glaiveblade swings over in his direction. “Oh, you wanna spar with me today? Be careful.” He taunted, “I bruise easy.”

★ : What their favorite thing is about your muse.

Terras chuckles. “Imara is my best friend! She’s headstrong and stubborn, whoever trained her should be proud.”

✘ : What one thing they would change about your muse.

“The fact that she runs away. Or maybe she’s not running- I just don’t know where she goes sometimes.”