#muse:liam

It felt like someone was slamming a rock against it repeatedly. He turned his head. That didn’t feel good either. He reached up. He couldn’t feel anything wet there, at the back of his neck. No blood. That was good, at least. He knew that much, though it wasn’t much to go on. 

Slowly, he blinked his eyes open. The light hurt too, for a little and he moved so he wasn’t staring up at the light above him anymore. He was on the floor. 

On the floor...of that damned antique shop. He was looking at the shards of something broken on the floor and the shade of an old, ugly looking lamp that looked like it belonged back in the 1930′s. 

When he got back to ‘mum’ he was going to have some words. Most of them starting with fuck, or hell or some other choice word like that. 

I think I’ve just about had it with that woman. 

He was waiting for a response, a quip or a hum of agreement, but it never came. Did you hear that voice? 

There wasn’t a response to that either. His brows furrowed, though it did nothing to ease the pain in his head. The being hit with stone feeling had slowly come to be replaced with the distant din of buzzing, but no matter what he did all he could hear was that sound. It was like a swarm of bees. Or a crowded soccer field. A cacophony he couldn’t make out. He closed his eyes again. It didn’t help. Instead the sound split, one scream becoming louder than the other. He couldn’t tell where it was coming from until he could. 

The screaming was coming from the inside of a man’s head. He had rounded the aisle and stood at the back of it, hunched like a cat rearing to pounce and panting like he’d just run a marathon. He looked rabid. And then he was running, straight towards him as he started to get up, just a little too late. He wasn’t on his right footing, just then. 

He fell back to the floor, with the rabid man with screams in his head on top of him, trying to claw at his throat. 

Liam was walking past her house when he saw her, he had been tending to the gardens around her house like he had since he was a young boy, it had started as just mowing the lawn, then it turned into tending the grounds as he grew up. Now it was his sole way to support his mother. He leaned against one of the fence posts as he smiled. “You know you should come to the river with me sometime, I could teach you to fish or something.” He offered, he had harbored a crush on her since they were children. 

Liam

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

Slow. Slow as trying to get that last bit of honey out of a jar. He’s never been in love in his entire life, and if he ever had been he did a really good job at fooling himself as well as whoever he was with at the time.

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

Somewhere quiet. That’s it. He hasn’t put much thought into it. Just like he’s never been in love he’s never been on a date that to him, actually mattered. He’d set it to the likings of whoever his mark happened to be. 

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Cynic. 100% the cynic. His sister is the romantic one.

Clara

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

She’s been married before but maybe she did it for the wrong reasons. She liked the idea of marriage more than what it actually was in reality. In reality it’s hard, sometimes and she wanted a fairytale. Going in with the knowledge she has now maybe she could make it work.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Uhm yes? Yes?! A thousand times yes. Flowers everywhere. She always likes to have some in her bedroom, in her bathroom, the kitchen counter. The colors make her happy. She doesn’t particularly have a favorite but if they’re fun and brightly colored you’ve succeeded in her book. Daisies are nice. Sunflowers. Hyacinths. 

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Maybe she blunders it a few times but with the sheer amount of gifts she does give she’s bound to get it right often enough.