#noctispostmortem

Muses gotta answer and tell the truth

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“Ah, so that’s why you’re so snippy snappy, huh?” A chuckle resonated in the hybrid’s throat, trying not to say anything about how she reminded him of a tiny chihuahua one of his human friends had a long time ago. She probably wouldn’t find it as humorous as he did. So... He just kept that bit to himself. 

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5. Saber & Grace

Honestly, he has nothing to say. That’s something that would have to be toyed around with more but really. The guy has nothing to say or be said or anything. It’s not that he wouldn’t like it or anything. He just... Doesn’t know what to do or what’s supposed to happen...

4. Milo & Yesenia

“... Am I supposed to care who you are or...?” The guy doesn’t even know what this is for so... His whole mood is basically fuck this shit.

3. Val & Taylor

“Uh... Hey... What’s up? I really don’t know how to go about this. But maybe we could be friend or something in spite of the weird shit that’s happening here... Maybe? Or not. Up to you now, I guess” Val is just kind of uncomfortable. She snap out of it if you give her a moment.

2. Saoirse & Miguel

“Uh... No offense, caraa, but y look like ‘a psychopath” The hunter girl is ready to fight him if she had to... Stay back heathen!

{Drum roll please!!!!}

match maker. || accepting

AKANE. the first thing that caught my eyes reading aeros’ bio is how he’s created in pair with his sister & that if one dies, another follows. so i feel that he’d be able to understand how akane feels about the loss of her twin brother & why she’s still stubbornly searching for him even though most ppl had told her to give up. she doesn’t mention how much it tears her inside & i feel that aeros would know what it’s like to have the other part of her being torn away like that. they’re both guardians in their own rights & have similar patterns in traveling around & not staying anywhere for too long as well as avoiding forming too close a connection to anyone. in a way, i think he would be able to make akane open up about that regret & sorrow she hid inside of her after she lost her brother or might even offer a hand to look for him on his travels ? they could become a sort of partners or have a chance to fight alongside one another in restoring balance a few times, then later on sharing stories of their travels --- like a kindred spirit of sort ! but yep, i do think they’d get along well !

Miguel groaned as he stirred awake, the sound seemed strange to him though he didn’t give it much thought. He really didn’t want to get out of bed, today it seemed even more comfortable that usual, warmer too. He rolled over, a few strands of hair falling into his face as a hand rose to shove them away. What should have been golden eyes cracked open, squinting at the light filtering through his room as he tried to clear the fog of sleep from his mind. Something felt… weird. Off. And that’s when he noticed the room around him and his brows furrowed. “Huh?” What the hell?

He sat up, glancing around and trying to figure out where the hell he was. Did he… did he sleep with someone last night and actually end up staying over? Couldn’t have, could he? He remembered being in his own bed last night, he certainly hadn’t been with anyone and he never stayed over after even those times he was drunk. And just who the fuck owns this joint anyway? Everything was just so clearly expensive, this one room likely cost more than his brother’s entire yearly salary. “Fuck this,” he murmured before he found himself even more stunned, yeah that was clearly not his voice. Glancing down, he noticed the figure that he had completely different than his own. Well, he must be dreaming, but what the fuck was he dreaming he was some rich chick for?

Standing up, he made his way towards the mirror he spotted in the room, taking in his features for a moment before a slow smirk began to crawl its way onto his lips. Her lips. “I guess I could have some fun with this,” he snickered, though the Spanish accent was still there it seemed so strange when coupled with this voice. Without another word, he began to search through her room, curious as to what he’d find. A dirty secret, a hidden life, a strange and dangerous obsession? Who knows! But he was definitely going to find out.

   The first thing she would notice as sleep faded from her mind would be how uncomfortable her bed had become throughout the night. The normal amount of fluffy pillows she would pile around herself was noticeably no longer there, and now golden eyes would flutter open in confusion, only to be met by a room that most certainly was not her own. She didn’t fall asleep here. “What the fuck?” Wait. Not only was this not her room, that was not her voice. Head whipping around to check the bed for another person, she was met by the fact that that voice had, in fact, been hers. Not hers, but hers for now.

   Blonde hair hadn’t even gotten into her face as she looked around, but much darker, less tangled locks made their way into her vision instead. Moving a hand up to touch the hair, it would be found that her hand had become incredibly masculine. And darker in skin tone. No, this definitely was not her body. Looking down at herself would only confirm that even further. Apparently, she had no mirror in the room, but did she even want one at this point? 

   Jolting out of the uncomfortable bed, Desiree stumbled for a moment as she got used to this new body, walking out of the room and searching around for a bathroom with a mirror. Not here, not here.. There. Bathroom. She would waste no time looking into the mirror, being met with a face that was somewhat familiar. She knew this guy. Why was she this drunkard? Didn’t he throw a bottle of tequila at her once? She would yell out in frustration, grabbing dark hair and tugging it a bit as if to try and wake herself up. Nope, not working. “What the fuck?! I don’t want to have a fucking dick! Hello?!”