#lcsscr-kcys

☠ Who is a muse you would want to play?

Seifer. FFVIII is my favorite and first FF. I will always love it.. yet I can’t find myself ever rping one of the characters.  

☑ What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?

Outright rebellious nature that Rufus has towards his father. I would never... lol.

✈ Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

Angst, def that. I thrive on it. Rufus isn’t really made for fluff I don’t think, so it’s a bit difficult to write things with him in that sorta scene.. And crack comes sporadically if not at all. 

☮ Is there anything you don’t like about playing this muse?

Vergil: *eyes narrow* How on Earth did you piss off the prince of demons?

V: We wouldn’t mind being bodyguards. Truthfully, we’ve faced things like this before and it wasn’t too difficult. *thinks about it for a time* Though this may be a bit of a new challenge.

“Good boy. Eat like an animal again, you will eat off the floor.”

"I may be tiny but I assure you I'm around your age. At least it's handled."

meme | accepting / to those vehement 

“I HEARD SURGERY AND DOCTOR.”

His Turks looked at one another when she said this. Rude, with his hands clasped in front, shifted his neck to stretch it while the redhead quirked a brow. They sought this doctor for the sole purpose that her treatments were said to be a bit… unorthodox. The risks involved were great but at this point there was very little in treatment of the stigma that was spreading like the plague among the populace.

A few had sworn that she held the cure and that after seeing her felt immensely better. Though there was a possibility of relapse and quite frankly, Rufus thought it was a mere placebo into tricking these poor people into hope. But it was hope that kept the stigma at bay, if people believed there was someone out there to fight against this disease, then they wouldn’t be susceptible to it.

Folding his hands upon the cherrywood desk, he gave her a quizzical look. “Quack?” He parroted her word finding the choice phrase to question the ability of her being the cure the people were lamenting about.

“Rumor has it that you have a cure for the stigma…” He had done well to conceal the fact that he now had it, restricting his presence outside to limit the number of onlookers. He did not want the world knowing he was weak. “Is this true?”