#keinestille

My muse just got out of the shower. Send me “My oh my…” for my muse to catch yours staring.

keinestille

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

“Noiz.” He says softly as he steps closer, hands hovering near the hat. The other was doing so well and now he was reverting to the manner he had when they first met. After a moment longer in his thoughts, his touch lingers on Noiz’s hands, trying to coax him to meet his eyes. 

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

It’s been about a month as far as Ren had checked, fingers scripting over the date on the calender as he passes it by. 

Boots were placed on his feet, the tip knocking against the ground as he wrapped a scarf around his neck to toss it over his shoulder. Lips would purse, a small practice of thought to give as he opens the front door to walk out into chilly weather. His pace was brisk, a long bout of strides to take him to his location quicker as he passes by crowds and slips between given gaps from people or buildings. 

It only took a few minutes for his location to be reached, the building small and a touch unkempt from the outside but far more immaculate on the inside. The walls were white with a touch of blue to line it in a long stripe. The floor was the same, a line of blue set in diamonds that veer off to individual hallways. He’d found the front desk, greeting the person there with such casual acquaintance one knew he’d been there frequently. 

Send me “Goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.

[ You have 1 unheard message ]

"Hello?... Noiz? Ah, you must be busy at the moment. What with working as an information broker and such, I would imagine your time being taken up."

A bemused laugh to follow the words as his footsteps sound out among the chatter of the crowd around him. There is a quick apology to sound--perhaps a bump into someone on the sidewalk. An incomprehensible murmur, possibly pertaining to what he was doing right now. He is speaking clearly soon enough, voice warm and kind. "Still, I am going to try and make a more unique meal today for us to enjoy. Maybe I can whip up a dessert as well, you are fond of sweets too, if I am correct."

"I will be home soon enough. I just need to pick up a few groceries from the store and that is it. Don't overwork yourself, alright? I love y--"

"WATCH OUT!" A young lady screams out in horror among the panicking bystanders just as the screech of a vehicle sounds out. A sickening sound echoes throughout the call before the line goes dead.

Send "3, 2, 1..." for a New Year's kiss from my muse.

The countdown was spoken in eagerness by surrounding bystanders, cheer evident on smiling features as the time aimed for midnight. The nudge of shoulders would draw attention to the pair, hues of chartreuse and aurous gliding to meet one another as 5 seconds were left. A hand would reach for the other’s, fingers threading as visages drew closer. As soon as the celebration sounded out, lips were pressed together in a sweet kiss before drawing back with a faint smile.