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D's kiss is gentle and hesitant. He sets one hand on Leigh's shoulder, uses the other to playfully tug her ponytail. "Merry, you know, whatever," he murmurs, smiling.
Leigh closes her eyes and melts into the kiss, her smile mirroring his. “Merry Christmas D.” she said softly, her hands sliding around his waist.
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Mistletoe. But the muse is Fenris the dream water.
Send me “mistletoe” for my muses reaction to yours kissing them under the mistletoe
Leigh stood stock still, a mixture of shock and confusion causing a prolonged delay in her reaction.
“W-Well, um…” she started when she did finally manage to pull back from the dream eater. “Didn’t… Didn’t we do this last year too?”
Dress shape. Specifically, high waisted shorts and a tank top from Nahne. Because it would be hilarious
Send “👗” for your muse to catch mine wearing an article of clothing that they stole from yours
Leigh stopped posing in the mirror to look awkwardly at Nahne, who had just unexpectedly interrupted her “modeling”. She looked away as her ears turned pink, rubbing her hand over the cloth of the top and shorts.
“I-It’s umm… It’s a nice material.” she said lamely. “I like the way it feels.”
Spill it. Has D ever eaten a cheeseburger while you consummated? Is this a regular occurrence?
My muse has just taken a Truth Potion, send “Spill it” plus a question and they will answer.
“I don’t know for sure, but I’m leaning towards ‘yes’. The noises he makes sure make it seem like he does.”
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ [pick Rook or Bastien, D isnt ready to come back and Nahne's otherwise occupied :3]
Send me a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ for my muse to find yours in their living room eating a bowl of cereal.
Three o’clock in the morning, and she still couldn’t sleep. Which was strange for her, given the raging storm outside. Thunder and the sound of pounding rain on a tin roof usually put Leigh to sleep like a lullaby. At least the storm didn’t affect her daughter. Su-Jin had been out almost as soon as the first drops began to fall, and had thankfully remained that way. With a defeated sigh, Leigh slipped out of bed and padded down the hall.
As soon as she had left her room, she heard the TV and saw it’s light softly reach into the hallway. Stepping into the living room, found Bastien occupying one of the recliners, a bowl of cereal in one hand and a spoon in the other.
“Can’t sleep?” she asked him quietly, taking seat on the sofa.
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I was gonna send a ribbon for Nahne but lol he got sold
*screams @Bellissa* FIGHT ME
♡: your muse fatally injures mine
Send me a symbol! [Angst]
♡: your muse fatally injures mine
The gun shook violently in Leigh’s hands, the sound of the gunshot still ringing painfully in her ears. Someone had been in the house when they shouldn’t have been. Who was it? She… couldn’t remember. Too busy currently trying to fight off the panic. Don’t cry. Don’t hyperventilate. And don’t drop the gun.
When her thoughts finally cleared, Leigh was finally able to focus on who had been at the receiving end of her weapon. What she caused bile to rise up in her throat.
“No…” she said faintly, “Oh god please no…”
+ "Are you going to wait until after Soo-Jin's born to tell your parents about her?"
( cyber-phuk)
Leigh looked down, biting the knuckle of her index finger anxiously.
“I’m… I’m not sure,” she said after a moment. “I’ve thought about it. As much as I want them to be a part of my life, I can’t bring them into what my life has become. If I messed up… they could get hurt. I don’t want that for them.”
She looked back up, “But I can’t just. . . stop talking to them like that. I’ll have to think of something to tell them. Something that will make them understand, but not put them in danger. . .”
