#lepuscor

date, flirt, wedding

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

A quiet day just spending time around each other, that would be his favorite... He just likes to be able to enjoy someone’s company, even if it’s quiet or uneventful. He would also very much love to just listen to anything his partner has to say, stories.. dreams.. anything really. Vivian is pretty quiet in general, so having someone else talks while he listens is somewhat ideal to him. He would also enjoy very simple dates, such as going on walks.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Absolutely not. Vivian is abysmal with flirting and even catching that someone is flirting with him to begin with. If he even tried to attempt this feat, it would just come out flat or awkward. If he is any successful at flirting, it is completely unintentional (such as calling someone beautiful, it would be an earnest compliment instead of an attempt to be flirtatious). 

That being said.. he is probably better with being.. physically flirtatious? With light touches or something that would kind of tip into ‘teasing’ (such as the scorpion tail of his blood veil curving around someone’s leg). 

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

He would, yes! In fact, in one of his ffxiv verses he’s married to his childhood friend, Titus Flavius! For the most part, Vivian has no real strong opinion of whether he wants to get married or doesn’t want to get married. In the verse that he did get married, it helped with some of the anxieties and insecurities he had in his relationship with Titus, but outside of that circumstance, he doesn’t need it or have a preference for it.

send “📂“ for useless fun facts about your friendly neighborhood sleazeball;

           vernon is only exaggerating a little when he says that whatever you need, he’s the guy that knows a guy. there are a lot of fun or questionable things and people that vfk is willing to hook you up with for the right price. pretty much anything you want is just a phone call or five away for this fella. if, that is, what you’re looking for is a pet peacock. or a lot of fireworks. or a crooked casino game dealer. or a rolex. or a lightly used cadillac. or a retired sumo wrestler to accompany you to drug deals and make you feel very safe. or a vasectomy doctor he can vouch for. or an elvis impersonator guaranteed to ruin your bachelor party and possibly even your upcoming marriage. the list goes on.

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It seems as though she has no sense of self preservation, wandering into an occupied camp with little fear of retribution- the Courser might know better under other circumstances, but she’s confident enough in her own abilities that there seems little to fear here. Or little in comparison to what she might find should she fail her mission. 

Wasps battered the inside of her head, their wings buzzing and drowning out the world around her so she felt like she was walking through a haze. Her thoughts repeated like a broken holotape, unable to work themselves out into anything close to a solution.

She hated it, but she needed to talk to someone, any poor soul that she happened to trust. Seeing as how there weren’t many of those around, that was what brought her to Randy.

She seemed fine on the outside, just as well dressed and sharp as ever, but the details of her facade were off. The shirt tucked in to her shorts was wrinkled, her hair less perfect than it usually was. She seemed tangible. Human.