#libraminded

The vampire couldn't help but advert his gaze from her at the time. He wanted to get her something for all of the help that she had done for him, and well...

"You're welcome, and yes it is for you...considering how much I enjoy your company a lot." Besides, it was too long since he last found his own undead heart taken by a woman, but he still needed to find some way to confess that to her..

Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours.

Stahl didn't look all that relieved once Jasmine finally responded, instead she was still just as worried, the fact that the Psychic Trainer broke down like this meant there was still something wrong.

Even Raito was trying to help with getting Jasmine to come back to her senses as well, prompting Trifa to wake up from his nap just to gently paw at the trainer too.

@libraminded

Do I Follow Them?: yes!

Why Did I Follow Them?: Because they are a Whis’ OC blog and the Whis showed in their rp’s that they were good writers and as such I followed the OC with high expectations of the writing skill and was not disappointing.

Do We Role Play?: Yes

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Yeeesssss

An AU Idea For Our Muses: <.< .... >.> .... I really wanna do an AU where Jazz finds The egg and raises piccolo as her son.

A Song For Our Muses: Hey Brother by Avicii (I feel like this fits.)

Do I Ship Our Muses?: As family yesssssss

What I Think About The Mun: I adore them so much.

Overall Opinion: Overall the mun is a sweetheart who needs to find her muse and enjoy it.  The muse needs to grow a pair of balls but not loose the adorable perfection that they are.

    Luke doesn’t say it out loud, but of course he knew something wasn’t right after getting those texts. He always left his cell phone on the bed when he went out in his garden, and most of the time when he came back, everything was the same. But this time his phone was alive with texts from Jasmine, nearly all of them concerning. He didn’t think twice about rushing over to where she was. He had to make sure she was alright.

     He glanced down at his feet as if to hide the worried look on his face. He only forces himself to look her in the eye when she starts to speak. “It wouldn’t weigh too much on me, I promise. I’m just worried about you.”

     It’s funny, not in a good way of course, but her words struck a fading memory. One that was dark, Ryan shaking him awake and insisting that they needed to leave. A time where every second was life or death, freedom or punishment. He knew more about moving out in secret than Jasmine thought. “I understand. You’re right, it doesn’t take a beating to break someone. You and your family, you were right to move out in secret. You’re all safe now, right?” He paused for a moment. “Why? Why would you take the blame for what happened? No matter what happened back then, none of it was your fault. I’m sure of it.”

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

    “Are you listening to me?”