#muse blurb

If there was ever an English word that could describe the thirty-something Captain Hevan Batíste, it would be "bitch". In fact, she has helpfully tattooed that very word on her face in case of any confusion. The reasons behind this being the perfect word for her are long but each of them well-earned.

The irony of it, though. A word often employed by certain folk to describe an infuriating woman, bought and paid for in blood, stamped in ink, and on display as a lifestyle choice rather than a hissed word. The irony that someone like her should be named in a fashion similar to the English word Heaven (though it is not pronounced this way in her mother tongue).

If that alone isn't enough to give an idea of who Captain Hevan Batíste is, then you had better learn quickly; Batíste suffers no fools.

Those who have met her would describe her as being grotesque in appearance, but her behaviour - when she is pleasant - reeks of nobility and even gentleness. Indeed, the prison tattoo upon her face confirms her nobility - only the nobleblood criminals get inked with a black diamond. You feel a sense of confusion about her. In other words, Batíste comes across as a living puzzle.

Those who actually know the woman would say she is tough but always fair - you treat her well, and she will return that. They would warn against testing her and may even exhibit an air of being protective. They know in detail what she is capable of and would say she has more than earned respect.

Those counted as her brothers and sisters within the Cult of Damœ would praise her not only for her faith and her blood offerings, but also for her devout indulgence in representing Damœ's ideals: she is both grotesque and picturesque, kind and wicked, child of snake and child of man.

Unlike most other womenfolk of her home planet, she can hold a decent conversation and will speak to you as an equal. She insists upon that.

Some strangers may wade into a conversation with her with an expectation based on her appearance: she must be crazy, let's see what the crazy woman will say. Yes, Batíste is crazy, but not in the way these people expect. They will leave disappointed and will not be harmed for their assumptions. Batíste prefers they live, forever known as a fool by all who know better.

In public, surrounded by a chosen group of outcasts - the disabled, the ugly, the diseased - Batíste cuts a fine figure. Always dressed well, sporting a fine rapier sword on one hip and a top-gear lazer pistol on the other. In private, when all her fine regalia and weaponry are removed, she appears soft and vulnerable. This impression is aided by the fact that, when at repose, she removes her false mechanical leg. Yet she has slain a few people even in this state.

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Getting to know Musa proves difficult at best. She’s always walking around with her headphones on trying to shut out the world and you really do get it. If you could feel everyone’s emotions all the time, you’d need some sort of escape too. But seeing as how you’re sharing a room with her and Terra, you’d really like to know your roommates. Terra is a peach, she talks enough to count for her and Musa, but every time you look over at Musa, you feel like you’re missing something. You want to know her and you get a taste one night when Terra is having a not-so-secret meet up with Dane leaving you and Musa alone in the room. The clock informs you that it’s two in the morning when Musa shakes you awake. 

“I really hate to do this but do you think you can talk to me? I can feel the most horrible sadness and it won’t go away.” You sit up in bed shaking your head to wake up faster. 

“Sure. What do you want to talk about?” you ask patting the space next to you on the bed. She sits down with her knees pressed to her chest and even though you don’t know her that well, it breaks your heart to see her so affected. It can’t be easy living a life of always having to feel everything everyone else feels. 

“Anything,” she responds fiddling with her hands to keep her occupied. You think for a second wanting to find a topic that’ll actually help and not make everything worse. In the end, you decide on your favourite childhood memory of your mom. 

“When I was 5, I remember waking up in the morning to the smell of homemade cookies. I raced down the stairs and found a huge Christmas tree in the living room with all different kinds of ornaments and presents underneath it. I was so excited,” you say with a smile thinking back to that morning. You’d been reading all these stories from Earth about Christmas and how Santa would come with presents to the good kids and you wanted to experience that so badly as a kid so your parents went out of their way to make it happen. 

“My mom had been baking all morning wanting to get it just right. There were all my favourite stuff and then we just went into a sugar coma that day. My dad even tried dressing up as that Santa Claus man, but I recognised his immediately,” you laugh remembering the disappointment on his face from having been revealed so soon. It was the perfect day and you still thought so to this day. 

“Thank you,” she whispers and in a moment of bravery, you take her hand in yours hoping it’ll help her focus on your happiness rather than the sadness. Eventually, she falls asleep in your bed and you head out to the living room to sleep only to find Terra sleeping in the couch. Her face is all puffy and it’s clear that she’s been crying. 

“Makes sense,” you whisper deciding to sneak all the way outside to enjoy some fresh air. Over the next few weeks, Musa seems to seek you out every time people’s feelings get too much. You’ve never reminisced about your childhood as you do now but it seems to do the trick and you’re definitely not complaining about getting to spend more time with Musa. She’s funny and sweet and best of all she makes you laugh. It seems so natural when you finally do kiss. After that she doesn’t even use her own bed anymore, she just stays with you and she never wakes up in the middle of the night anymore. 

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Now playing: Triggered by Jhene Aiko

It’s not every day that the raven hears songs that hit some tender spots of his past but here he was. The man likes to switch up the tone in his house, he had says where he’s listening to metal but has other days where he likes to have something softer give his dark apartment some lighter tones. 

When this song comes on and he gets curious about the lyrics, trying to find a rough translation from English to Japanese, these lyrics were heavy. The lyrics screamed and tugged at that annoying memory that solidified his feelings, locking them in a box and throwing them down a hole 6ft below. He can’t lie though it felt kinda good..to let some energy ride out that song, these lyrics.